Petals and Chrome: A Biker Erotic Romance (Flowers of Hell MC) Read Online Free PDF Page B

of material.  
    “I just want to say thank you,” I whispered back, hearing the nerves trembling in my voice.  
    Then he understood, nodding slightly, removing his hand from beneath the towel, leaving it draped there in his lap, the shape of his hot, thick, throbbing cock crystal clear beneath it. He shifted backwards a little, so that he was sort of half-lying and half sitting up, his head resting against the dirty wall of the room, and he moved his hands behind his head, his thick tattooed biceps glistening and his nipples small and hard, standing out from his pecs like little brown bullets.  
    “Be my guest,” he replied, parting his legs a little, the dirty towel now the only thing between his cock and me, the very edge of his thickly-curled pubic hair peeking out from beneath one corner of it.  
    I took my time, positioning myself exactly how I wanted between his legs, feeling the anticipation building in great waves in my stomach, feeling my own nakedness, my pussy throbbing and my nipples tightening in the dark room, this time not from the cold, as — very slowly — I pulled back the towel from his cock, savoring the sight of it.  
    God, it was so thick , and it was shiny with his sweat, the veins on it standing out prominently, his balls now swollen, all large and tight and hairless beneath it. I took his shaft in my hand, my small fingers unable to close fully around it, and I masturbated it a couple of times, licking my lips as I watched my fingers moving over its silky smooth shaft, the shiny purple head swelling as a clear bead of pre-come oozed from its tip.  
    D sighed and parted his legs even further and I could hold myself back no longer.  
    I lowered my head towards his lap, feeling the heat come up from his groin in a wave, savoring the slight musky smell of his sex as I touched his silky cock head gently against my tongue.  
    I let out a muffled sigh as I began to suck him, working my lips back and forth over his meaty cock, feeling him grow ever more in my mouth, pulsing out salty drops of pre-cum onto my lapping tongue as I worked it in circles around his thick mushroom head, which filled my mouth completely, both with its size and its taste.  
    Very slowly, D began to shift his hips, too, and after a while I moved my hands away from his shaft, just keeping my lips clamped around his dick, kneeling there in the dark before him, letting him fuck my mouth. I moved my hands now to my own body, first to my breasts, savoring the hardness of my own nipples, then slipping my fingers into my thong, touching against my gooey wetness of my pussy lips. I slipped two fingers easily inside myself, finger fucking my tight cunt in the same slow, steady rhythm that D was using to fuck my mouth.  
    I could feel him increase his thrusts, his breathing becoming shallow and fast now.  
    As his cock swelled and pulsed in my mouth — right on the brink of orgasm — I felt my own pleasure hit, cresting inside me, catching me off guard. I came suddenly, my fingers buried right to the knuckle in my spasming cunt, my lips clamped firmly round D’s cock head, my orgasm sending electric waves of pleasure around my trembling body and my cries muffled by his cock which, just then, began to spurt, hard, the cum squirting in powerful hot jets against the roof of my mouth, quickly filling it. I gulped down as much as I was able, savoring the taste of him, lapping him up, wanting nothing more right then than to be his filthy little cum slut, to do with as he wanted.
    We fell asleep again like that, right where we lay, my head resting in D’s lap, his salty juices smeared around my satisfied mouth and his soft breathing lulling me once more into a deep, delicious sleep.  

Chapter Seven

    “Rose? Rose?”  
    I opened my eyes with a start. It was morning now, the room flooded with sunlight, and D was leaning in above me, his tanned face softened in a gentle smile, the stubble dark around his sculpted, chiseled