Page 53 of Jingle Belle's Biker

“I can be.”

“Yay.”

His eyes narrow but there’s amusement there as he goes and unlocks his door, pulling me in. “You’re as bad as that cat.”

“Are you?—”

“Sure?” I nod. “I’m going to fuck you now because that kiss is haunting the shit out of me. I know you taste sweet, and now, I want to see how the rest of you is.”

I reach for his belt, but he spins me and unzips my dress, kissing my shoulders and my nape as he does so. It doesn’t take much work for him to flick open the back clasp of my bra, and I suddenly wish I’d put on some sexy, lacy lingerie.

Actually, I wish I had sexy, lacy lingerie.

He pushes the dress from me, pulling it down so it pools at my feet, and his fingers roam over my breasts, tweaking my nipples. “I knew they were bigger than they look, all buttoned up.”

His hand shifts down over my ribs and my stomach making it flutter. Then Saint dips into my panties, and I gasp as he slides over my clit, along my slit that’s wet. He rubs, making a small contraction race through me, right before he pulls his hand out.

Saint turns me and kisses both breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth. His beard is a tickling, arousing thing against me as he swirls his tongue over each nipple until I’m digging my fingers into his arms.

I don’t even know when he shirked his jacket, but it’s on the floor with my dress.

Kicking off my shoes, I’m unsure what to do as he raises his head. Am I meant to drop to my knees and blow him? I start to lower myself, but he picks me up, and I have to hang on to him by wrapping my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck.

“Fuck no. Not tonight. This is about you. And if you put my cock in your sweet mouth, this is going to be over way too quickly.”

“I might be bad at it.”

He laughs as he walks us into his bedroom. “Sweet Red, I don’t think so. Your lips wrapped around me is going to be perfection, even if that’s all you do.”

Heat rushes me, and he puts me on the bed, then he goes to his knees, pulling off my panties.

A shiver runs through me, and he comes up over me, body pressing into me, belt buckle, the hard thickness of his erection that’s like hot steel.

He kisses me soft and sweet and romantic like a garden in spring. It’s a kiss of beauty and hope and life. Light like gossamer and a thing I could put on repeat forever.

Saint lifts his head. “Are you cold, Belle? You shivered?”

“N-no.” I take a breath, arching up into him like I have no control over my body.

“Good, because I fixed the heat in here.”

With that remarkably unsexy statement that comes across with innuendo I’m pretty sure I’m lacing it with, he kisses his way down my body, and then he licks me.

It’s like someone just shot me full of drugs.

A full-on adrenaline rush that makes me gasp and cry out soft.

Then he continues, he licks his way around, sucking and exploring me, my outer lips, inner ones, he uses his chin to rub into my opening as he tongue-fucks me. And oh, dear Lord, his mustache scratches against my clit in precisely the right way that I’m on the edge of orgasm in seconds flat.

And then . . . then he adds two fingers and starts to stroke into me, his mouth moving up to my clit to suck, kiss, and taunt it with his tongue.

I’m lost.

Flung about in a world of heat and wild electrical storms that hit me over and over again, and he rubs something deep inside me. Something that makes me burn hotter, the storms getwilder, and then it all sings. Everything explodes, throbs, and contracts as euphoria floods me.

He’s just made me come, and he isn’t stopping.

Saint keeps it up, the same attack on my clit and inside me, pushing through it all. What changes is the pressure. His mouth is lighter, fingers deeper, working harder, and I want to get away because it’s too much. I jump and twist in a wind in my head, but he doesn’t let me go, lets me dangle in the elements. Lets them lash me and strip me down to the bone.

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