Page 9 of A Christmas Surprise for the Biker

I groan in pleasure.

She’s so fucking tight, her little pussy gripping my cock in a chokehold. “Am I hurting you?” I ask through gritted teeth, forcing myself not to move so I don’t come just from being inside her.

She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper.

“Shit,” I hiss, my forehead pressed to hers.

“I’m okay,” she pants.

Thank fuck.

Drawing my hips back, I start to move. Slowly at first, then faster, harder.

“Yes,” Brae cries, her hips lifting to meet mine and her nails digging into my back. Our bodies move together in perfect sync until finally I hear her breath hitch just before her muscles clench around me.

“Baby,” she pants.

“Give it to me,” I growl, feeling how close she is.

Sliding my hand between us, I rub her clit in fast circles, needing her to find her release before I go off without her.

“Ah!” she cries out, her back bowing as her orgasm rockets her over the edge.

“Fuck yes. So good.” It’s too fucking good. I can’t hold back any longer. With one final hard thrust, I bury my cock deep inside her and come hard.

Sated, spent, I fall onto the bed beside her.

“Wow.” I turn my head to find Brae staring at me.

“Wow?” I chuckle, my breathing still labored.

“I forgot how good we are at that.” She laughs.

I can’t say the same. She’s all I’ve thought about for the last year.

Scooting closer into her space, I press a kiss to her lips and pull her against me.

Brae shimmies even closer. Her head going to my chest as her arm drapes across my middle.

This feels right. Her here—at my place, in my arms, in my bed.

“Missed this, missed you,” I admit as I stroke her hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands.

She sighs.

“Why did you leave?” she asks as she watches her fingers trace patterns on my chest.

I sigh, knowing she deserves to know the truth. “I got into a fight at a bar when I caught some jack-off putting his hands on a woman.” Just thinking about that big fucker beating on his woman pisses me off.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

My lips twitch. Always so impatient.

“I’m getting there.” I slide my hand down and pinch her ass, making her squeal.

“Okay. Okay.”

“Like I was saying. I got in a bar fight and was arrested. Because of my affiliation with the club, the judge threw the book at me.”

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