Page 68 of Biker's Property

Ryder has an unfairly hot voice. He just makes me want to listen to him, even if he commands me to do something completely immoral.

“They feel soft,” I tell him. “Is that enough for your fantasies? I want to put the dress on.”

“I can make this go a lot faster,” he says. Before I can ask Ryderhowhe plans to do that, the changing room door swings open. I swore I locked it. Ryder smirks at my disbelieving book. I remember the gas station. There isn’t a locked door this man can’t break through.

Instinctively, I cover my tits, which just makes the corners of his eye crinkle more as he chuckles.

“Don’t cover up. I want to see them.”

“What if Catalina comes back?!”

“She won’t,” he says. “Not if we work fast.”

My nipples stiffenagainst my palms. My body’s response betrays me. Ryder gazes at my hands like he’s trying to bore holes in them.

“Drop those hands,”he says. “Let me see them.”

“Ryder.”

“Are you going to make me beg?”

“Would that humble you?”

“Nope.”

He reaches for my hands as if he’s trying to pull them away and I foolishly fall for his trick, letting go of my boobs to swat him off. I’m so frustrated with myself that I smack Ryder’s arm while he laughs.

“Damn,” he says. “That’s the hardest I’ve ever had to work to see a pair of titties.”

“You didn’t work at all. You broke in here and tricked me.”

“Worth every second,” he says, reaching for my boobs and running his thumbs over my exposed, hard nipples. The thrill that runs through me feels like it’s running pure mind control over me. I nearly moan, and I have to stop myself. I never expected to be here, half-naked in a changing room with a dangerous ex-con cupping my breasts and running his thumbs around my nipples in slow, deliberate circles.

Ryder locks eyes with me, desperate to see the pleasure on my face which I couldn’t hide if I tried. He bends to his knees and grabs me by the hips, pulling me close. I don’t know why I expect him to kiss my stomach first when he made his intentions so damn clear. Ryder leans forward and plants a kiss straight on my nipple. He french kisses my left nipple and doesn’t move to my right one until I lose control and moan out loud.

The sound causes me to blush with embarrassment, and I try to quiet the sound of my breathing, which sounds loud and desperate. Ryder’s palm presses firmly against my back as he drags my body close to his so he can continue teasing my breasts. His warm tongue moves in smooth circles and the intense warmth from his lavish attention on my breasts turns into a gush between my legs.

I squirm as my body craves more and I grow more desperate to escape Ryder’s clutches and just… wait. I want things to be right with Ryder now that we made this crazy choice to marry each other. It helps that we know each other’s deep, dark secrets. That I already know this man will protect me.

Ryder makesa low noise in the back of his throat which worsens the wetness between my legs.

“Please,”he says in a low, growling voice. “Let me touch your pussy.”

“We can’t have sex. Weshouldn’t,” I plead desperately as Ryder tugs at the waistband of my underwear before I answer him. He keeps teasing my hips, threatening to pull my underwear off just from the way his hands move against the fabric.

“This place sells thongs,” he says. “Sexy thongs for women to get married in…”

This man knows a lot about weddings for someone who spent five years in prison. Before I can tell him that, or throw him off his lustful path, Ryder reaches forward and grabs the front of my panties with his teeth.

When Ryder’s teeth scrape against my skin, I push my hands against his head in an effort to shove him away from me. Ryder grabs my hips and then moves his hands to my ass so he can drag me closer to him and keep playing with my underwear using his teeth. It’s nearly impossible to shove his big head away from me.

“Ryder…”

“Let me taste you,” he whispers. “One fucking taste and I’ll wait. I promise…”

I don’t understandwhat type of man has this consistent drive to please a woman and get nothing in return. I almost don’t trust him not to trick me into sex somehow. But Ryder looks up at me from his knees and I can’t stop myself from giving in to how sexy he looks on his knees.

“You look hot,” he says. “I respect you, Joslin… but I need to eat your pussy.”

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