Page 16 of Knocked Up By the Bikers

He kisses me softly, and I feel his cock at my entrance.

Neither of us breathes as I tilt my hips up to beckon him. With slow, gentle pushes, he eventually slides in.

“Mmm …” I moan, marveling at what a perfect fit he is.

I was made for him. My pussy stretches and sheathes all of him, his gargantuan cock filling me to the brim. His gaze never leaves mine as he moves slowly and deliberately carefully while he runs his fingers through my hair. He is gentle, met with slight resistance as he goes deeper.

The pain is sharp, but it fades away quickly.

He holds me close and keeps my lips busy as he continues to push into me gently.

Before long, a rhythm develops.

The pain is all but gone, the discomfort fading as a perfect cadence ensues. My body instinctively knows what to do. My pussy welcomes every magnificent inch of this man, and I soon surrender myself to the hunger quick to build up inside of me.

His hand moves between us, fingers eager to work my clit into another climax.

I lock my legs around his waist, prompting his eyebrows to pop up in surprise.

He stops for a moment, and I clench myself around him. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

“You’re a bad girl through and through, aren’t you?” Sky smiles, holding back a devious laugh.

“Maybe. But I’m your bad girl tonight.”

It’s all he needs to hear. He starts to move again, each thrust more intrusive, more deliberate. I take all of it in. I let my fingernails rake over his back. The harder he goes, the deeper I scratch. He snarls but doesn’t tell me to stop, either. He likes it, and that just turns me on even more.

Before long, we’ve lost our minds altogether.

He rubs my clit, faster and faster. He fucks me deeper, harder. He’s pounding into me like a beast, and I am crying out and coming, wet, hot, and desperate for more. Our bodies are intertwined as he devours me, kisses and bites me as he thrusts relentlessly.

I unravel in his arms, the sound of skin slapping skin driving me into the sweetest madness. I clench myself tightly and feel him explode inside me.

“Oh, Sky, yes!” I scream.

“Fuck!” Sky groans, every muscle in his body suddenly tight as he lets himself go.

“This is wrong,” he had said.

It is wrong, but it feels so fucking right.

I want more.

Sleep catches up to both of us. I’m not sure when it happened, but we fade into dreamland, wrapped in each other’s arms. Our bodies are covered in sweat as we simmer in the sparkling afterglow. All that lovemaking has taken the wind out of me, and I wake up feeling as though I’ve just finished running a marathon. My limbs are soft, like jelly. My heart flutters with delight. A smile stretches across my lips as I feel myself still enveloped in Sky’s embrace.

I listen to his breath, slow and even.

I remember the look in his eyes, the depth of his very soul. He was completely disarmed last night. Unyielding and possessive. Wild and utterly shameless. And I loved every second of it. I couldn’t get enough of it. I never imagined I’d feel this way, never believed that I would abandon myself with such recklessness, but there is something about Sky that beckoned me to do it. He took care of me. He was tender, so sweet and tender when he felt me wavering, yet so possessive and hot when I needed him to claim me, to control me, to take me, all of me.

Good grief, I’m getting wet again.

My ass is perfectly nestled against his cock, and that morning wood is getting bigger as Sky slowly wakes up. But my inner self comes to, as well as my voice of reason.

I try to get out of bed, but Sky holds me tight. “It’s too early,” he grumbles in my ear.

“It’s late enough,” I snap and manage to pull myself away from him, anger working its way through my veins. By the time I’m standing naked by the bed, I’m fully pissed off, my chest furiously rising with each deep breath as I scowl at him.

Sky opens his eyes and gives me an understandably confused look while I’m growing angrier and angrier with how fucking hot he is, his hair messy and his eyelids still heavy with sleep. “What is it?” he asks.

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