“You’re so beautiful...” Thrasher breathed. “You’re so beautiful...”
He grabbed my hair and lifted my head, but gently.
“Oh, baby, you caught me that first night at Inferno.”
Thrasher let go of my head, withdrew his spent c**k and slowly zipped it back up while he came around to stand before me. Then his hand cupped my chin and a large palm covered a cheek. He squatted down and once more that smile shone out from his beard.
“I love ya, bitch.”
He kissed the tip of my nose, then my top lip still separated from the lower by the bitgag. I stared at him, his rugged yet handsome face, the beard, the eyes... And in them was Thrasher laid bare. The wild boy of the biker gang, but also a quiet man who quoted Oscar Wilde and gave me orgasms like no other and laughter and...
And suddenly I cou
