Page 9 of Auctioned to the Biker

I tug on her hips, gently drawing her closer to me so I can rest my forehead on hers. “Micaela, how do I even begin to describe what you mean to me? It’s crazy; ludicrous, really. But in such a short time you’ve become every goddamn thing to me. I need you, too, babygirl.”

She gasps and leans back, staring right at me with tears in her eyes. I lean down and take her lips in a soft kiss, letting her taste my vulnerability and begging her without words to show me her vulnerable parts, too.

Micaela glides her hands up my chest and shoulders, sliding my jacket off in one swift motion. I groan into her hot little mouth and slip my hands into her robe, loosening it and letting the fabric drop to the floor. A deep groan rumbles through my chest when her perfectly round and perky tits are revealed to me. They are covered in a lacy green bra that I didn't take the time to appreciate earlier.

“You got to take a piece of clothing off of me, it’s only fair I get to do the same,” I tell her with a smirk.

“But you have so much more clothing on than me. I’ll be naked before I even get to see any of you.”

“Hmm… lucky me then.”

I take her lips in a frantic kiss as she works at the buttons of my shirt. I want her hands on me right this fucking second. I lean back and rip my shirt off, sending buttons flying all around us. Micaela giggles, then leans forward and licks a path up the center of my chest.

“Fuck, do it again,” I demand, already working on my belt. Her tongue feels incredible on my skin. I never knew pleasure like this existed, and I haven’t even been inside of her yet.

Micaela licks my chest again, this time swiping her tongue over one nipple and then the other. I growl and make quick work of her bra before pushing her back against the wall. I suck on one nipple and then the other, dropping to my knees so I can get a better look at what belongs to me now.

“Need to taste you. I want your sweet cream on my tongue when I fuck you.”

"Morrison…" she moans, leaning against the wall and tangling her fingers in my hair.

I pause for a moment, getting my carnal obsession under control. She’s already been through a lot tonight and here I am, ripping her clothes off, ready to claim that cherry I know she saved just for me. “Do you want that?”

Micaela looks down at me and bites her lip. I see her warring with herself, desire and lust battling it out with doubts and insecurities. I pepper a line of kisses from one hip to her other hip, giving her time to decide what she wants while still teasing her. I’ll wait if that’s what she wants, but I’m still going to give her a mind-blowing orgasm. I don’t even care if I get stuck with another case of painful blue balls as long as I give her pleasure.

My hands slide up and down the back of her legs, my fingers trailing up the insides of her thighs, closer, closer, closer to her wet heat.

“Tell me what you want. Anything. I’ll give it to you. I’ll lay the whole damn world at your feet,” I murmur into the little patch of soft curls covering her mound. Before she can answer, I dip my tongue into her folds, growling as her sweet, tangy flavor hits my tongue.

“Fuck, Morrison,” she moans. “How am I supposed to think when your tongue is doing such wicked things to me?”

“How am I supposed to thinkwithoutmy tongue doing such wicked things to you?” I counter.

She laughs, the motion causing her cunt to contract and release more of her sticky juices. I lean down and suck on her pussy lips, then drag my tongue all around her folds, dipping in and out of every crease, taking note of the places that make her moan and tremble.

She’s almost there. I can taste it. Her needy little pussy clenches up and her muscles tense. Micaela fists my hair and shoves me further in between her thighs, but I pull back.

“Wh-what?” she asks through the cloud of lust surrounding her.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I…”

I lick her slit just once, loving the way her body twitches when I circle my tongue around her clit.

“Tell me, babygirl. Tell Daddy what you want.”

“I want…”

I hear the strain in her voice. I know what she wants, and I knowsheknows what she wants. Micaela’s just too damn stubborn to admit it. That’s okay. I can be stubborn, too. I wrap my lips around her throbbing clit and suck, pulling the little bundle of nerves in between my lips and then grazing my teeth over it.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes. I want this, I want you, I want you, I want you,” she chants over and over asher orgasm rips through her. I suck down her release and catch her as her knees give out. I cradle her in my arms and kiss her forehead as she pants for air and comes down from her high.

“You have me, little love. I’m yours.”

“Mine,” she whispers, tracing a finger down my nose and over my lips.

I stand up and carry her over to the bed, removing her bra and spreading her out on the mattress before tearing the rest of my clothes off. I’m so caught up in the way she’s staring at me with her gorgeous green eyes, that I forget all about my shoes. Micaela giggles, making her large breasts shake. I growl and kick my shoes off before yanking the rest of my clothes off my body, fisting my cock as soon as the angry fucker springs free.

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