Page 12 of A Biker's Tiny Present

“I want you, Henry.” She nods, while trying to push my sweatshirt up my chest. “Make me yours.”

Oh, she did it now. The legal name? I don’t know how she found that out, but since the cat’s out of the bag, there’s no going back now.

With her legs already around me, I pick her up and she hangs on to me like a koala to a eucalyptus tree at the zoo. I carry her to her bedroom and set her down on the end of the bed.

“Clothes off.” I learned how to speak caveman apparently. “Now, woman.”

As her items disappear, so do mine. There’s no room here for the time it would take to help each other undress. While I have every intention of savoring every single inch of her bangin’ body,I’m not waiting for one more minute to get my mouth of parts of her that were hidden behind the cotton and denim previously in my way.

When Riley is down to nothing, and I’m rocking my boxer briefs, I attack.

Flat on her back, with me kneeling between her legs, I pull her ass to the edge and use my shoulders to push her thighs apart. I trace the seem of her pussy with two fingers, letting her moisture lubricate my two digits, then with one forward thrust, push them inside her with no forgiveness.

Riley screams, but I can already yell it’s not in pain. The squeezing my fingers are experiencing lets me know she’s feeling nothing but bliss, but I can’t let her come just yet. I pull back my hand and replace it with my face. My tongue makes itself at home, learning where it will be living for the foreseeable future, forever if I have any say in the matter.

I settle in with a hungry growl and suck on her hood like it’s a piece of the sweetest candy. I lap at the bundle of nerves that push their way toward me like they know which direction to go to find the promise land.

It doesn’t take much and Riley’s thighs start to shake so I decide to kick things up a notch and combine two of my three best talents. I push the same two fingers I denied her an orgasm with back into her pussy, while still keeping my lips and tongue busy, and fuck her into nirvana.

My knuckles hit every nerve ending inside of her as I twist my wrist with each in and out movement. I reach up and pinch her right nipple, throwing her into an instant orgasm and draw out the pleasure for as long as I can. Softening my attack just a bit, I don’t want her in pain and not be able to fuck her, but I keep my fingers inside of Riley until her body relaxes and the contractions stop squeezing my fingers.

“Holy shit,” she moans as I pull back. “Hey, where are you going?”

“Scoot back.” I nod toward the headboard as I find my feet and use my last bit of restraint to push my boxer briefs down. I can’t attack her with the barricading fabric in my way. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“Mmhmm.” Riley is slithering backward up the bed, still feeling the aftereffects of the first wave, but I’m ready to start getting her ready for ride number two. She crooks her index finger at me, drawing me forward like a moth to the flame, but I can’t deny her anything right now . . . maybe ever.

“Watching you come on my fingers, on my face,” I pepper kisses up her stomach, between her breasts, across her collarbone, “it’s almost enough to humiliate a man.”

“We can’t have that.” Her nails scratch down my sides as she pulls me in, trying to manipulate me to where she wants me, but I don’t give in. She’s not in control—I am.

“No we cannot.” Getting up on my knees, still between her thighs, I pinch her clit and stimulate the nerves again. I watch as Riley sighs and my cock leaks another bead of precum and I’m done wasting it on her skin. I need it to go somewhere useful.

I slide my hands down under her ass and pull her up as I thrust forward. It doesn’t take but a few pumps of my hips and I’m inside her tip to root. Her eyes shoot wide open, jaw dropping in a deep gasp, and Riley is well on her way to orgasm number two of the night.

“How many times are you gonna come for me, Vixen?” I growl between thrusts. Shifting my grip on her, I let Riley’s ass fall back to the mattress, but slide my hands up her back until my wrists are stopped by her arms.

“I’ve never had . . . more than one,” she lets out another gasp for air, connecting her words as they float through her lips.

Not that I enjoy hearing about her previous experiences, because she’s all mine now, but that’s good for my ego. Apparently all her other partners were two pump chumps and only cared enough to do the bare minimum before getting their rocks off.

Not me.

No fucking way, Jose. I don’t play those games in my ballpark.

Not pulling out, because that would be a travesty, I redistribute my weight and press more evenly on my knees. My left hand finds a new home on the pillow beside my lover’s pleasure filled face, and my right tilts her hips up just a smidgen, giving me a better angle to drive deeper. With a savage thrust forward, I kick my own ass into high gear. I feel the breath leave her body as her pussy grips me tighter than I’ve ever felt before.

I’ve never in my entire fucking life, felt this close to heaven so fast. Sliding deeper doesn’t seem possible since I can look down and see that I have no more length to give her, but I guess nine solid inches isn’t enough for my greedy gal. She fits me like a glove one size too small, holy fuck is she tight.

This is something else. If I didn’t know she wasn’t a virgin, I would seriously bet a million dollars that she is. That’s how tight she’s squeezing me, almost to the point where it feels like she’s trying to push me out from her core.

Riley wraps her arms around my back, forcing me to let go of her hip. My forearms are now flanking her head so I use the placement to my advantage and thread one hand behind her head. Pulling a fist full of hair, Riley’s head leans back and her eyes drift closed. “Eyes open,” I grunt into a pump forward, pulling her hair again to get her attention back on me.

I drop my elbows to the pillow, pressing us even closer together, chest to chest, barely an inch from my lips to hers.

“How are you doing this?” She stares into my soul, and I feel like I should be asking her that question.

“Doin’ what?” I ask as I rest my forehead lightly on hers.

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