Page 60 of Biker's Enemy

He grabs my cheeks again and kisses me. Is that what he thinks counts for an apology? I squirm and try to shove his chest again but when my hands contact his chest, I drag him towards me instead and my frustrated whimper turns into a moan.

I pull away from him in surprise, still holding onto his shirt. Tanner looks down at me in confusion...

"You kissed me," he accuses. We're way too close to each other for me to entertain any genuinely intelligent thoughts. The smell filling my nostrils now is dangerously familiar and even without Tanner's confession, there isn't any doubt about his identity.

I should run.

This man kidnapped me. He made me sign a contract under false pretenses. He's a horrible person. He climbed into my bedroom window and fucked me without a condom.

Any sane woman would run.

Unless she could feel Tanner's chest muscles. And looking into his blue eyes. And feeling his bulge pressing against her as he held her close.

He wraps his arms around me and draws my body against his. There isn't any escape from this tension between us. Not anymore.

"If you hate me so much," he whispers, running his thumb over my lower lip again as he looks me in the eye. "Why did you kiss me?"

Tanner doesn't wait for me to answer. He possessively grips my cheeks again and gives me a big, romantic kiss just like the ones in the movies, only better because it's happening to me and it's happening with my sexy, red-headed boss.

Thirty

CASH

Kissing her gets dangerous quickly. Grabbing onto bits of her flesh and holding Quin’s body close to mine gets me rock hard in a second. I never even looked at another woman all those days away from her and I’m pent up something fierce. Having to argue with half my damn family to get this woman near a bed has me riled up and impossible to control. Technically, it hasn’t been long but it feels like forever.

Pushing her back into her bedroom, I slide her ass back on the bed and join her, my body on top of hers as we kiss face to face for the first time. The harshness of my week-old beard against her skin only furthers my drive to lose myself in her softness. Since Quin doesn’t obey my immediate commands to take her clothing off, I follow through on my own, stripping her down to nothing with enthusiasm while she paws desperately at my shirt for some gratification of her own.

To stop her from clawing at me so desperately, I grab hold of one of her enormous breasts and plop her dark brown nipple into my mouth. Quin has deliciously dark brown areolas and any time I come into contact with her impressive breasts, I get so fucking hard at the contrast between the two of us.

I flick my tongue over Quin's nipple until she moans and her hands fall to her sides so she can’t get my shirt off. I'm not ready yet. Not until I explore every curve on her thick body and make this woman feel totally appreciated for every inch of her full figure. I kiss her soft shoulders, her arms and then return to her nipples again, thoroughly distracted by their appearance.

"You taste so fucking good," I growl as I suck on her nipples until they get incredibly wet and Quin can't stop herself from moaning when my tongue touches any part of her bare, dark-brown skin. This woman is the exact color of a milk chocolate bar and I fucking love it. Her taste. Her scent... how goddamn soft she is.

I want those ass cheeks in my hands and that perfect pussy wrapped tightly around my dick. Impatience for Quin's pussy drives me to move away from her nipples more than exhaustion. I could suck on those tits forever if my cock could stand the pain of waiting for her.

Quin's body tightens nervously as I kiss her stomach and belly button. She feels good, so I don't want to stop kissing this part of her, but she suddenly pushes her hand against my head with enough force that I can't allow myself any pleasure at the sensation of her fingers sliding through my hair.

"No..."

"I want to kiss you," I growl, running my tongue over her bare navel. Quin yelps out in panic and makes some half-hearted attempt to kick me.

I kiss her again.

"It's so embarrassing..."

"What's embarrassing about it?"

"I'm fat."

"I noticed," I grunt. "I like it."

I kiss her stomach again and Quin throws out her remarkably thick legs again in an effort to kick me in some undirected place. I grab her legs, holding both of them up in a v-shape as I stare down at her from in between them.

She just glares at me but from this position... this woman looks downright adorable. She looks like a MILF... a Marshmallow I'd Like to Fuck...

"I love your body," I say to her. Earnestly. "You should love it too. Anyone who doesn't love your belly fat doesn't deserve to fuck you. Now get your hand out of the way..."

Since Quin won't remove her hand on her own, I take it and move it out of the way so I can kiss her stomach with my original intentions. She sighs, but she doesn't push me away and after a few kisses, both her hands relax at her sides again and her breathing turns soft and desperate.

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