Page 14 of Biker Bride (Hell on Heelz MC)

I obeyed, rolling onto my back, my eyes never leaving his. The knife danced over my stomach, down to my inner thighs, each touch sending quakes through me. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it.

Our eyes were locked, and for the first time, I saw the desire in his eyes, the need that matched my own.

“You’re mine for now,” he said, his lip quivering. “And you’re going to show me just how much you want this.”

He guided my hand to the waist of his silk pants, his eyes dark with yearning. “Take it off.”

I slid his pants down, exposing his hardness. His cock was just as glorious as him, tall, thick, elegant, and ever so arrogantly aware of it.

He moved the blade between my legs. He didn’t penetrate me with it, but he carefully teased me, the cold metal a balm to the heat building inside me.

“Now, pleasure me,” he demanded, his face dripping sex.

I took his beautiful cock in my hand, stroking him slowly, my eyes locked onto his. The knife continued to dance over my sensitive skin, heightening my senses, making every touch more intense until it moved completely, rushing to under my chin.

Knowing what he craved, I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the soft head of his dick.

Vince groaned, and his grip tightened on the knife. “Atta girl,” he murmured, his voice thick as his dick.

I worked him with my mouth, the threat of the knife against my skin driving me wild as I sucked. I sensed his pressure building, his whole body reacting to the movements of my tongue.

As he neared his climax, his hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements. I detected his control slipping, his need overwhelming him. With a final, deep thrust into my throat, he came, his salty release overfilling my mouth.

Vince yanked back, his breathing heavy, the knife falling to the bed.

Swallowing as much as I could, I glanced up at him, my own breathing erratic, my body still buzzing with the intensity of what we had just done. And despite everything, I realized I wanted more.

Just when I thought it was over, Vince wasn’t done. He grabbed my wrist, heaving me back to him. His eyes were still dark with want, a predatory gleam in them that sent my libido into a frenzy.

"On your knees, Psycho," he ordered, that stern voice of his leaving no room for argument.

My pussy dripping, I obeyed. Vince positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips with a possessive force that made me gasp.

He bent over me, his mouth at my ear. "You thought we were done? Not even close," he growled, his words sending utter delight through me.

Before I could respond, he thrust into me, hard and deep. A cry escaped my lips, the sudden fullness overwhelming.

“I’m not even all the way in, Psycho. Do you believe I have big balls and a cock to match, now?” Vince didn't hold back, his movements rough and demanding, each thrust moving my body, jerking the bed.

He was trying to prove his point. "Do you like this big dick?" he crooned. "Are you grateful?"

"Yes," I moaned, unable to hold back. "Yes, Vince. I love it."

He clung to me as he punched deeper. I gulped. His pace quickened. The room started blurring as I could feel myself getting closer, the pressure building with each powerful strike.

As I was on the brink of breaking, the door to the bedroom swung open. Margo stood there, her eyes widening in shock at the sight before her.

"Sir! I-I'm sorry," she stammered, frozen in the doorway.

Vince didn't stop, his rhythm never faltering. "Get out," he barked with authority.

Margo backed out of the room, her face flushed, the door closing behind her. The interruption only seemed to spur Vince on, his movements more desperate.

"You’re my bride, Sybil," he proclaimed, his voice rough. "Say it."

The force of his desire, the possessiveness in every push, sent me to the edge more than anything physical. "I’m your bride," I moaned out, my body trembling with my impending orgasm.

"Atta girl," he muttered, his movements slowing but more defined. "Now come for me."

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