Page 52 of Her Possessive Bikers

His hands roam lower, fingers digging into the waistband of my panties as he presses his hips against mine. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making it hard to stay upright.

"Tres," I whisper breathlessly.

"Say it again," he demands, moving to the other breast and giving it the same attention.

"Tres," I moan louder this time, arching into him.

He bites down lightly on my nipple, drawing another gasp from me before lifting his head to meet my eyes. "Good girl."

His words send a thrill through me as he finally tears away my panties, leaving me completely exposed to him. His hands grip my hips firmly as he pulls me closer until there's no space left between us.

"Now let's see just how much you can handle," he growls before claiming my mouth with a fierce kiss that leaves no room for doubt about who's in control.

My body responds eagerly to every touch, every command. All thoughts of defiance vanish under the onslaught of sensation as Tres takes what he wants with ruthless precision.

And damn if I don’t love every second of it.

Tres's eyes lock onto mine, a fire burning in them that sends a jolt straight through me. Without breaking our gaze, he swipes his arm across the kitchen counter, knocking off everything in a crash of broken glass and clattering utensils. He lifts me up and sits me on the now-cleared surface, his grip firm on my hips.

"Keep your fucking eyes on me," he growls, his voice low and commanding.

I can’t look away even if I wanted to. His presence is magnetic, overpowering. He pulls his shirt over his head and my breath catches at the sight of him. Tattoos cover his chest, intertwining with patches of grey hair that give him an almost primal appearance. His muscles ripple with every movement, each one defined and perfect.

As he undoes his jeans, my eyes widen at the sight of the massive bulge straining against his boxers. His hand slides down to stroke himself through the fabric and I bite my lip, unable to tear my gaze away.

"Like what you see?" he taunts, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

I nod, my mouth suddenly dry. "You know I do."

He shoves his jeans down and lets them pool around his ankles before kicking them off. With deliberate slowness, he lowers his boxers, revealing himself fully. My breath hitches at the sheer size of him as he begins to stroke his length, never breaking eye contact.

My hands falls between my legs. Desperate for some contact.

"No ma'am," he says firmly. "You're gonna listen to me."

I shiver at the authority in his voice, my need building with every second that passes. "What do you want from me?" I ask breathlessly.

His eyes darken further as he steps closer, positioning himself between my legs. "I want you to be a good girl and do exactly what I say."

I swallow hard but nod again. "Yes... yes sir."

He smirks at my compliance and leans in close enough for our lips to almost touch. "Good girl," he whispers before claiming my mouth in a searing kiss that leaves no room for doubt about who's in control.

My body responds eagerly to every touch as he continues stroking himself with one hand while the other roams over my skin possessively. The tension builds between us until it feels like we're both going to explode from the sheer intensity of it all.

"You're mine," Tres murmurs against my lips before pulling back slightly to look into my eyes again. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I whisper back without hesitation.

His grip tightens on my hip as he lines himself up against me, teasing me with just the tip. "That's right," he growls softly before thrusting forward and filling me completely in one swift motion.

A gasp escapes me at the sensation but Tres doesn't give me time to adjust before setting a relentless pace that leaves me clinging onto him for dear life.

"Keep those eyes on me," he commands again through gritted teeth as pleasure washes over both of us in waves so intense they threaten to drown us both completely.

Tres sets a punishing pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. I don't know how much longer I can last. Just as the tension coils tight, threatening to snap, he pulls out abruptly. I gasp at the sudden emptiness and frustration.

He pulls me down from the counter and spins me around so I'm not pressed against it and my ass is sticking out. "Not yet, baby," he says, smacking my ass hard enough to sting. "I'm not one to make it that easy."

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