Page 61 of Biker's Enemy

Once she feels relaxed, she can let go completely. I want to get her to that point where she experiences something even better than what happened the nights I climbed through her window. Every inch of Quin drives me into a deep and dangerous obsession. I kiss every bit of her flesh, unrestrained in my desire to touch and own her.

“You taste delicious,” I murmur soft encouragement to her which settles her down. I move lower between her legs, preparing myself to put my tongue between her legs and eat her out. I already feel drunk off the scent of her pussy. I haven’t even tasted her yet, but my lust feels somehow beyond my control. My chest tightens and tingling lust spreads through me.

I have to have her. Taking Quin’s underwear off is a project because of her voluptuous curves, but I manage to pry the fabric from against her dark brown skin and her soaking wet pussy lips. My dick jumps at the realization of how wet she is. Eager to do more than strip her naked, I part her slippery lower lips with my index finger and rub along her soft wet folds, indulging in everything about her that she keeps hidden.

My mouth draws closer to her lower lips and my warm breath causes Quin’s legs to spread open and before my tongue enters her urgently. I can’t stop myself, nor do I want to stop myself. Juices explode from Quin’s pussy the second my tongue makes contact and I respond by pushing her thighs up as far back as I can fold them to give me complete access to her soaked lower lips.

Lifting Quin’s legs is a pleasurable challenge but allows me to flatten my tongue and taste every inch of the flesh between her legs. Her creamy juices have a downright addictive flavor and my desperation for more drives me to push my tongue inside her and rub her clit until her soft moans become more desperate. Fuck, I don’t want to stop eating her pussy.

Every time she responds to a movement of my tongue, I repeat the action until Quin’s thighs tremble and I feel her getting closer to a big climax. I slide my tongue over the length of her pussy and then wrap it around her clit and suck on her softly and slowly until she finally finishes. Her eruption is goddamn beautiful. She loses complete control over her body as she cums in my arms.

I still taste like her when I pull away from her pussy. Cumming all over my face calms her down and for the time being, she seems to have stopped her assault. Her toes curl as I lower her legs and everything about Quin Nash is soft. Sensitive. Beautiful. I kiss her pussy once more before I make my way back up her body with kisses, over her soft stomach, over those perfect tits until I can see her face again.

She looks away from me instantly. No. My instinctive need for control over her takes over and I instantly lose the softness I had. I grab Quin’s cheeks, forcing her to look at me. Properly. I need her to see how I feel about her. To watch her cum dripping from my lips before I kiss her. Quin wrinkles her eyebrows like she’s looking at something gross.

“What you did was criminal.”

“Wouldn’t be the first or the last thing.”

“Is that an apology?” she says, clearly forgetting her orgasm and squirming against my grasp as my body pins her to the bed. I wonder if she’s ever met a man strong enough to hold her down like this. Fuck, I could lift her over my head and eat her pussy if I wanted to.

“Why would I apologize when I’m not sorry?”

She wrinkles up her face more, so I hold her cheeks tighter, quietly reminding her of my control.

“You are sick…”

“I’m not.”

“You kidnapped me here just so you could do this. You don’t even care about Avery…”

“I have done everything in my power to save my father’s bastard child. Who knows… I should have left her to the goddamn coyotes.”

Quin kicks me. Hard. It’s so damn hard that I actually roll off her. Not because of her strength but because of the fucking surprise.

“You are a monster!” she shrieks. I nearly fall off the fucking bed but luckily, I land on my feet.

Luckily for Quin.

“What do you want from me?” I growl at her. “To be happy that I have this… responsibility?”

“I want you to be a human being. Care about her.”

“What makes you think I don’t care about her?” I snap. “Because I don’t act like a foolish woman around her?”

“You are such a pig,” Quin says, glaring at me. “Just because you can make me cum doesn’t mean I like you.”

It’s like she knows how to piss me off.

“Who said I need you to like me?”

“Your red face,” she says, glaring even harder.

“You’re lucky I don’t put my dick in your mouth and teach you a little respect.”

I move closer to her, hoping to threaten her, or convince her. Whichever works. Instead, she just glares harder, but she doesn’t budge. She feared the masked stranger, but she isn’t afraid of me. I don’t know if I like that. Her fear made this fun…It made her smell better. Taste better. Fuck better.

Maybe I’m sick in the head for being alone too long and Quin is right.

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