Page 40 of Her Possessive Bikers

His tongue flicks out, teasing my sensitive flesh. I gasp, clutching the sheets as he delves deeper. His mouth works magic, exploring every inch with expert precision. My body responds to every lick and suck, arching towards him in desperate need.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs between strokes.

“Kyler, fuck” I moan, lost in the sensation.

He intensifies his efforts, his tongue moving faster and more insistently. The pleasure builds quickly, spiraling out of control until it’s all I can think about. My breaths come in ragged gasps as I teeter on the edge.

“Let go for me,” he whispers against my skin.

And then I do—my body shattering into a million pieces as waves of ecstasy crash over me. He doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent, lying limp and breathless beneath him.

Kyler stands up, his hands moving to the waistband of his jeans. He undoes the button and slowly slides them down, revealing the prominent bulge straining against his boxers. He catches my eye and smirks, confidence radiating from him.

"You ready for round two?" he asks, kicking off his jeans and tugging down his boxers.

My eyes widen as I take in the sight of him. "I'm ready," I say, though I can't help but add with a nervous laugh, "but my vagina might not be."

He grins, a devilish glint in his eyes. "I'll take it easy on you, baby," he promises, crawling back onto the bed. "At first anyway."

He positions himself between my legs, the heat of his body mingling with mine. He lines himself up, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock. My breath catches in my throat as he starts to push in slowly.

"God," I gasp, feeling him stretch me. "Kyler..."

"Just breathe baby," he murmurs, inching forward. "You're doing so good."

I try to relax, focusing on the sensation of him filling me inch by inch. The initial discomfort gives way to a pleasurable fullness as he sinks deeper.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans, pausing to let me adjust.

I clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "It's been a while," I admit, biting my lip.

His eyes soften for a moment before he smirks again. "Well then," he says, starting to move again, "let's make it memorable."

He thrusts gently at first, allowing me time to acclimate to his size. Each movement sends ripples of pleasure through me, and I find myself meeting his rhythm instinctively.

"How's that feel?" he asks, watching my face intently.

"Amazing," I breathe out. "Keep going."

He obliges, increasing his pace slightly. His hands grip my hips firmly as he drives into me with more purpose. The sensation is overwhelming but intoxicating; every thrust pushes me closer to the edge.

"Goddamn," he mutters under his breath. "You're incredible."

"You're not so bad yourself," I manage to say between gasps.

His grin widens as he leans down to capture my lips in a heated kiss. The connection between us deepens, both physically and emotionally. His tongue explores my mouth with the same intensity as his movements below.

My body responds eagerly to him; every nerve ending alight with pleasure. As we move together in perfect sync, it feels like nothing else in the world matters but this moment—the two of us intertwined and lost in each other’s touch.

"Indy," Kyler whispers against my lips. "I need you."

"You have me," I reply softly before pulling him back into another searing kiss.

Kyler picks up the pace, thrusting into me with an urgency that makes my toes curl. His body glistens with sweat, his hair falling into his eyes, which are locked onto mine like he’s trying to see right into my soul. It’s intense, overwhelming. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone.

“Indy,” he groans, his voice raw and desperate.

I grip his shoulders tighter, nails digging into his skin. “Kyler... oh god, I’m gonna come,” I pant, feeling the heat build rapidly inside me.

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