Page 12 of Biker in Love

“Take me, Red,” she whispered.

I didn’t need to hear another word.

Chapter Seven

Tara

We were doing this.

Red’s lips assaulted mine, and I was primed and ready for whatever he wanted to give me. Or take from me.

Oh boy, was I ready.

“Tell me you want me, Tara,” he growled. “Tell me you need me.”

“I want you, Red,” I panted. “Please, take me,” I cried.

Wetness surged between my legs as his tongue invaded my mouth, and my hips bucked off the counter. I delved my fingers into his hair and pressed my body against his. “Oh god,” I moaned into his mouth.

His hands touched me everywhere at once. They moved over my stomach, across my hips, and then his fingers parted the lips of my pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” He ripped his lips from mine, and his eyes watched his fingers move. “God damn,” he growled. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I leaned back, giving him better access.

His fingers played and toyed with my clit, while his other hand pinched my nipple. A heady sensation ripped through my body, and I draped my arms over his shoulders. “Please, more,” I cried.

His fingers moved fast between my legs, my orgasm rushing toward me.

My god, this was amazing.

This man was amazing.

For one whole month, he had been living next door, alone, when I could have been over here being defiled on his kitchen counter. My god, I was a damn fool for not marching my ass over here with a plate of cookies and a smile. This could have happened a month ago.

“Get there, baby,” he urged.

My hips bucked, and my back arched, reaching for whatever he would give me.

He dropped his head, his mouth latching onto my nipple, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm washed over me, and I tossed my head back. His name ripped from my lips, and a tremor rocked my body.

His mouth left my nipple, and he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “More?” he asked.

“More,” I whispered.

“Tell me what you want, Tara,” he growled against my lips.

“Your cock,” I replied instantly. “I want your cock, Red.” I was sprawled out on his kitchen counter with his hand between my legs. I wouldn’t be shy and not ask for what I wanted.

He grabbed my hips, scooted me to the edge of the counter, and spread me wide. “You’re mine.” His eyes connected with mine, and I just nodded.

That was what I wanted.

He slipped inside me as if we were made for each other, and he thrust deep.

“Oh god,” I gasped. He felt good inside me.

His hips moved fast, hard, and deep. My god, the man was hitting places that had never been touched before.

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