Page 13 of A Biker's Tiny Present

“Making it hurt and feel so good at the same time?”

And she’s not wrong. I feel like I’m walking the borderline of Heaven and Hell. There are angels on one side calling out my name, while Lucifer stands on the other tempting me with forbidden treasures and endless riches. I know neither are true in this moment, but a saying I remember from as a kid pops to mind.

The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t.

I’ve walked a few laps with Lucifer while at war and I didn’t like it one bit. I kicked his ass around the sandy pits a time or two, showing him the underside of my boot when I told him he couldn’t take any of my men, and I won most of the time.

I’ve also had the occasional dance with an angel thinking they could swoop down and change the plan I had put in place. Each one who tried to get too close, I clipped their wings and sent them back to the pearly gates. I know death is a casualty of war, but for every Marine who died in my vicinity, a dozen more lived to see the next day and go home to their families.

I say fuck the line and make my own. Swerving a bit across both planes, I rock my hips up in the next thrust, pressing myself deeper against her folds. The grip she has on me changes and euphoria starts to set in on her expression.

Pleasure. Lust. Heat. Passion. They’re all rolled into one as her back arches up and her chest presses harder against mine.

“That’s it,” I grunt into my thrusts. “Milk my cock. Squeeze my dick with your fuckin’ tight pussy. That’s my girl.”

I kiss her between breaths and fuck her even harder between those.

I fuck her. I fuck her and don’t stop—can’t stop—wouldn’t stop—even if a train crashed through the bedroom wall.

From this night until eternity, until I take my last fucking breath, Riley is mine. “Fuckin’ come for me, my sassy Vixen. Give me all your cream. I need to feel you come around me.”

“Fuck me harder,” she moans.

Who am I to deny her anything in a moment like this? Every muscle in my body tightens like the pain in my knees doesn’t matter . . . because it doesn’t. I know it’s there, I know I’ll feel it in the morning, but it’s nothing to me right now.

I do as she asks and fuck her harder. I fuck her deeper. And it’s seconds before she’s riding the waves as they crash over us.

She explodes and her body jumps, thrashing beneath my bulk. If she wasn’t so much smaller than me, and about a good hundred pounds lighter, I have no doubt she’d unseat me like an angry bull at the rodeo. She’s an animal and I can’t get enough.

I feel her moisture coat my length as she tries to suck the life giving nectar from my soul out through my cock. Riley cries out to the ceiling, her whimpers and moans only making me harder before it all becomes too much. Pushing in as far as I can fit, I stop moving and hold myself inside her as I let her drag me over the crest with her.

I’m lost in her, falling under her spell, wondering how I can make this witch, this Vixen, mine.

“Fuuuuuck,” I bellow, my face buried in her neck. I groan and pant and shoot my seed so far and fast, if it weren’t for her cervix, she probably could taste me. I feel my balls pump once, twice, three more times as my hips rock in place.

Hand still tangled in her hair, I twist it even tighter and direct her lips to mine. A sloppy kiss, all tongues and teeth and vigor, we both work out the last few ounces of steam before we collapse.

Using my stomach muscles, and a hand pushing against the mattress, I push back up, drop my ass onto my knees, and pullRiley with me. I slide out of her as our waists separate then she falls back to the mattress.

“I can’t move,” she pretend pouts but it fails to even be half serious because she’s giggling as she does it.

“Stay there,” I shift, backside now on the blanket, I swivel in place to find the floor and my feet hit the carpet. I shuffle my old ass into the bathroom, half blind myself by flipping on the lights, and find a clean washcloth on a cubby beside the vanity. On my trip back to the bed, I shut off all the lights, expect the one out in the hall to give me some light to clean us up, then crawl my tired body under the covers that Riley is holding up for me.

I roll onto my back and pull my Vixen’s still naked body so it’s draped over mine. Her left arm is across my chest, her leg is doing its best to cover mine, but my thigh muscles are infinitely wider than hers so she’s only partially successful, and her head is resting on my shoulder. My left arm is wrapped around her back, my hand holding her butt cheek is firmly in my grip.

“Good night, Vixen.” I drop a kiss on her forehead.

“Night, Tiny.”

Five seconds later she’s out cold, and so am I.

CHAPTER SEVEN

RILEY

My alarm starts blaring and I sit up in a blind panic. Why can’t I see anything?

Reaching up, I push the jumbled mess of my hair out of my face, only to have it flop right back in my eyes. I wrestle with the hair tie, and it snaps, so I reach for the nightstand and end up holding a phone that’s not mine. Well, no wonder the alarm was unusually loud . . . and not the ringtone I’m used to being woken up to.

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