Page 69 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Right. Lauren was a woman who wasn’t afraid to get what she wanted in bed, which made her even hotter in my eyes.

I bent over to kiss Lauren as I started running my hands all over her upper body, tracing every curve with my fingers and caressing every patch of smooth skin. Then I proceeded to worship her with my mouth, licking her ear, brushing my lips against her neck, and peppering her shoulder and arm with kisses, paying special attention to the spot where I had given her a tattoo. It had turned out perfectly, the crimson ink standing out against her fair skin.

“If you could give me another tattoo, what would it be?” Lauren asked.

“A butterfly,” I gave her the first answer that popped into my mind. “Just like your pendant.”

I gave the pendant of her necklace a reverent kiss, then planted another one in the middle of her chest before sucking on her breasts. I circled their peaks with the tip of my tongue and took them between my lips, tugging gently, finding my reward in Lauren’s moans. The sweet sounds went straight to my crotch, making my cock throb and swell in response. My yearning for Lauren kicked up another gear.

I took off her pants and her underwear, then I removed my shirt and emptied my pockets, placing my phone and wallet on the desk as I prepared to go down on her. Before I could, though, she sat up, touching my face.

“I want to touch you, too,” she said.

Then she jumped off the table, pushing me back. She pushed me down on the carpet, then settled between my knees, her hands making quick work of my belt and the zipper of my pants. When she pressed her lips against the leaking head of my cock, I shuddered, then let out a low growl as she took me inside her mouth. I was tempted to lie back and just enjoy the attention, but I wasn’t done treating my woman like a queen yet.

“Come here.” I pulled one of her arms so I could move her body on top of mine, her knees straddling my head.

Perfect.

All I had to do was pull her down so that my tongue could reach her pussy, it’s intoxicating scent already drifting into my nostrils and making my mouth water. I savored my treat, lapping up every drop of molten pleasure that trickled out of her. She sucked my cock in turn, moving her head up and down. Whenever the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, I had toclench my stomach and resist the urge to fill her mouth with my cum like I did last time.

Not this time.

I pushed Lauren gently off me and got on my feet, then I perched her on the edge of the table once more. As she leaned back, I gripped her legs and entered her slowly, letting out a sharp hiss as I felt her burning, velvety skin cling to my cock. I was teetering on the edge of my self-control, but I managed to hold on, keeping my lust at bay as I filled Lauren to the brim. Then I stopped for a second to savor the sensation of being inside her and the look on her face, which told me she was just as close to coming undone as I was. After just a few of my thrusts, she finally unraveled, crying out and clawing at the desk as pleasure overcame her.

I had to pause again as Lauren tightened around me, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. When she relaxed again, I drew a deep breath and pounded into her over and over. Her cries continued to spill out. Her body continued to tremble.

With each thrust, I drew closer and closer to the finish line, until finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer, nor did I want to. I gritted my teeth and buried my nails in Lauren’s skin as I went full throttle, managing a few more erratic thrusts before surrendering to the waves of pleasure that racked my body and swept my senses away.

“Jake!” Lauren called my voice out loud as she gripped me anew, wringing my cock of every drop of cum.

I could no longer tell if it was her shuddering or me, or whose ragged breathing I could hear. All I knew was that nothing felt asamazing as being connected with Lauren in every possible way so I lost myself in the sensation for as long as I could.

When the haze faded, I pulled out my spent cock from Lauren’s body. Unlike last time, I didn’t run. Instead, I held Lauren close to me and carried her to the pillows in front of the fireplace. I wrapped a blanket around her, cradling her on my lap as she snuggled against my chest.

“Mm.” She looked up at me with a smile. “This feels nice.”

“It feels great,” I told her, gazing into her eyes.

Then I grasped her chin softly and kissed her tenderly.

For a while, we just sat in silence in front of the fire, warmed by the flames and the heat from each other’s bodies, which seemed to make all the pains and fears of the past melt away. As I held Lauren in my arms, I finally felt at peace, but I knew it was just a temporary reprieve, bigger troubles looming over the horizon.

I could only hope that this whole mess would be over soon.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Max

So, the Devils wanted to mess with me, did they?

I read the message I had found pinned to my bike one more time, a challenge for me to participate in a dirt bike race against their fastest rider in order to settle things, then I slammed my fist on the table as I gritted my teeth.

I should have known they wouldn’t just leave Black Storm alone, not when the club had just lost its HQ. Jake told me that they claimed to have nothing to do with what happened at Billie’s, but that didn’t mean they would just stand by and let go of the chance to completely crush Black Storm.

Not on my watch.

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