Page 20 of Holly's Christmas Biker

“Rebel,” I murmur, “please.”

“What do you need, baby?” he asks, kissing down my abdomen.

I’m so lost in a haze of passion I forget that I have that slight pooch from carrying my girls, as well as the silvery stretch marks until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Shyness overcomes me, which has him lifting his head and saying, “Nuh uh, don’t shut me out, beautiful. What you see as flaws? I see as proof that you brought life into this world. Those two little girls are already the apple of my eye, Holly. Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

His tongue flicks out and touches my distended clit and I arch my back then pull his head into the cradle of my thighs. Never in my life have I been so aggressive during sex, but my body has a mind of its own right now. When he slips two fingers inside and begins pumping them in and out while he continues to lave my clit, I detonate, my orgasm rushing through me like a tsunami, crying out his name. He gentles his ministrations as I come down until I’m too sensitive for him to continue, which causes him to smirk as he glides back up my body.

Reaching over to his nightstand, he grabs a condom from the top drawer, opens the foil package and quickly slicks it down his impressive erection. “Ready for more?” he asks.

“God yes,” I tell him, widening my legs to give him room. He notches the head of his dick at my entrance and slowly enters me while kissing me deeply.

The slight stretch and burn are welcome, and I wrap my legs around his waist, causing him to go deeper. “Fuck, you feel so good, Holly,” he murmurs against my lips. “This first time might go faster than I want,” he warns.

I can’t help the giggle that escapes as I say, “It didn’t take me long at all, and that’s down to you, Rebel.”

He smirks down at me, his gaze searing me from the inside out as he begins moving rhythmically. Once again, I feel an orgasm building, especially since each time he enters me, he hits my G-spot.

“Not. Gonna. Last. Long,” he rasps out, his movements becoming jerky. “Come with me, Holly,” he instructs, slipping his hand between us to glide his thumb over my clit.

“Rebel!” I scream out, my pussy pulsing in time with the movements of his dick. He thrusts three more times before stiffening, calling out my name as sweat drips down his forehead onto my chest.

As his weight briefly pushes me into the mattress, he manages to roll while keeping us connected while his hands stroke up and down my back and along my sides.

“Fucking beautiful,” he finally says once he’s caught his breath.

“Yeah, it was,” I reply, leaning in to kiss him. “Never thought it could be like that, Rebel.”

“It’s only gonna get better, Holly,” he promises, winking at me.

“Any better and I might not survive,” I tease.

“Good thing I know basic resuscitative measures, huh?”

We end up spending most of the day in bed, napping in between making love, until it’s time to come back to reality and the real world.

“This should be interesting tonight,” I tell him as we walk into the bar.

“Why’s that, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Because I’m aching in places I’ve never ached in before!” I whisper-yell, which causes him to burst out laughing.

“We may have been a bit… rambunctious, hmm?”

“You think?” I retort. “Good thing I can handle anything for a minute.”

“You’ll need to explain that to me someday, babe.”

“I will,” I swear.

Once again, it’s a crazy night, probably because Thanksgiving is the following week. I just know the tips have been beyond what I expected, which means that I almost have enough to pay off Myraandget the few things for Christmas that the girls asked for from me and Santa. The playroom isthebig gift, but they both wanted new baby dolls, plus they always get books and clothes. Smiling, I keep serving drinks and beer, while Rebel looks on.

I’m so dang lucky right now,I think to myself.Life is finally good for me.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

Rebel

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