Page 52 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“I’m washing up, but we’re not finished.”

She’s smiling when I look at her, which makes me smile right back. She shakes her head.

“You’re more patient than I expected.”

“Giving you time to get ready.”

Zayna laughs. “You are crazy.”

She doesn’t know how fucking crazy I can get. The only thing distracting me from ripping Zayna’s clothes off is the plan I haveto form in my head on how to get away with murder. I have everything I need to pull it off right in my head. Army Ranger training. A few details about those men is all I need…

Zayna tells me stories about her time looking after Eden while I’m washing up. I can see it all on the baby monitor — and hear, but I like listening to her talk about Eden. I never gave much thought to Eden having a mother.

I didn’t have a mother’s presence in my life – just a woman who donated her egg to the cause – and I used to think I turned out fine but when I hear Zayna, I see something could be had from a woman’s touch. When she touches me… I feel something even stronger. I don’t want to let her go. Even watching her perched on the counter, I keep thinking of which spot I want to tattoo my name on. Property of Bucky… She might not want to know where or what I tattoo on her. Hm…

When I finish the dishes, I dry my hands on the kitchen towel.

Zayna taps her heels apprehensively against the cabinet doors as she perches on the edge of the counter. Uncertain. Perhaps a little terrified. I give her that look before I cross the room. She gives me a soft, gentle smile.

“You don’t want me to stay with you, by the way,” she says. “You might want it now, but you don’t know everything about me.”

“What? You’re gonna tell me some deep dark secret to push me away?”

She smells incredible. So good that I want to taste her again. We’ll have plenty of time for that…

“No,” she says.

But of course, that’s only because she wants something from me. Three heads on a platter. Doc would tell me I’m foolish to think that will make her fall in love with me. But I think it will. It’s the ex-boyfriend we’re gonna have a problem with.

“I want your lips around my dick,” I say to Zayna, moving between her legs so I can touch her thighs. They are warm. And so thick. My hands sink into her dark flesh and I want to squeeze her and pull her even closer to me. I’m scared to look away from her. Terrified to give her a chance at moving away from me.

“Okay,” she says. “But I’m not kneeling on the wood.”

“Bedroom has a rug.”

“I’m familiar with it,” Zayna says, most likely referring to the night I had my tongue between her legs. My dick throbs at the reminder of that beautiful night. Everything was perfect. She tasted so good. My heart pounds impatiently as I take her hand to help her hop down off the counter.

Her soft hands feel so little and perfect compared to mine. I felt a little bit of her touch when her hand cupped my dick. I want so much more. I lead her to the bedroom like she doesn’t know the way and only stop moving forward when we get to the doorway. I whirl her around into the room, press Zayna against my chest and kiss her once we cross the threshold.

No more waiting. I can’t handle it anymore. Zayna kisses me back hard. No lights in the bedroom and in the dark, I can tell she feels more free to be herself. Most people are like that. It’s why I’ve never been afraid of the dark. That’s when people are real with you. Real with themselves. I clutch at her clothing desperately, but Zayna stills my desperate grabbing by touching my crotch.

Yes. I’d much prefer getting my jeans off because I am downright desperate to feel her lips around my dick. Her attention shifts with mine. My dick throbs uncomfortably as Zayna removes my jeans. I help her with the rest. She can’t help but inhale sharply when she sees my dick fully hard, even if I’m sure she’s seen it before more than a few times. I’m at least semi-hard around her, especially since I ate her pussy. My life hasbeen nothing but painful torture sleeping next to her sexy ass without touching.

Now I get to touch. I paw desperately for Zayna’s ass, barely certain of what I want, but knowing I want her. I need her. She moves closer to me and I groan loudly as Zayna surprises me by wrapping her hands around my dick… Holy shit. Pleasure shoots straight through me and I nearly cum on the spot.

Lucky me, my dick doesn’t explode in an instant. But my heart is racing and I have to use all my concentration not to burst. Her hand squeezes a little. So fucking hot. I bite down hard on my lower lip, almost drawing blood.

“Kneel, princess.”

Zayna slides her hand up my shaft. I feel her taking control from me and I need it back.

“Kneel,” I command again. My voice is so serious that she drops to her knees. Her act of obedience, no matter how reluctant, is nearly enough to make me cum again. I don’t know where I’ll find the power to withstand her mouth. Zayna’s light touch feels like heaven. I feel like nobody has ever touched my damn dick before.

Zayna looks up at me with her hand still wrapped around my dick. I can feel my face and ears turning bright red.

“That thing can’t fit in my mouth,” she says. I notice some real fear on her face then. My dick throbs. It’s basically a compliment, isn’t it?

“If you take your time.”

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