Page 22 of A Christmas Surprise for the Biker

I rip my mouth from his. “Please, baby.”

“Please what?” he asks, his lips grinning against my flesh as he trails kisses down my neck, making me shiver with anticipation.

“I need you,” I whimper.

He flexes his hips, and I can feel his desire pressing against me.

“What do you need from me, baby? Tell me.”

“Touch me. Please!”

“Good girl,” he growls, lifting onto his elbow, his eyes locked onto mine as he slides his hand under the hem of my little black dress. “You're so fucking beautiful, Brae,” he murmurs as his fingers trace the edge of my panties torturously slow.

“More,” I beg, gasping when he slips his hand underneath, finding me already wet for him. A low groan escapes him as he pulls away, going up onto his knees.

In one rough shove, he pushes the bottom of my dress up around my hips, exposing me. “I need to taste you,” he growls, his voice thick.

“Yes.” I nod rapidly. He needs to put his mouth on me before I lose my damn mind.

Slipping his fingers under the elastic of my panties, he slides them down my legs and over my heels.

“Spread your legs and show me my pussy,” he demands.

I open them wide and prop myself up on my elbows, watching as he lowers his head between my thighs.

The first touch of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I let out a soft moan. That’s all the encouragement he needs as he begins to feast, exploring every inch of me.

“Oh, God,” I cry out, the tension building, my body coiling tight. I tangle my fingers in his hair and tip my hips.

Jesus, his tongue is magic.

“Nico,” I gasp for breath. “I'm close.”

He doubles his efforts, his tongue circling my clit with expert precision, bringing me to the edge.

“Yes!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure washing through my body. His arms go around my hips, holding me still as he continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop until I'm left panting and spent.

With hooded eyes and labored breaths, I watch as Legend rises up onto his knees. My eyes follow his every move as his hands work furiously to unbutton his jeans and shove them down enough to free his angry cock.

Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his length.

“Fuck,” he hisses, falling forward to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss as he positions himself at my entrance. “I need to be inside you, baby,” he whispers against my lips.

“God, yes.”

In one swift thrust, he’s inside me, filling me completely.

I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my body stretching to accommodate him.

Pure. Bliss.

Legend stills, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, Brae! You feel so fucking good,” he groans before starting to move.

Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him in deeper with every thrust.

“Harder, Nico,” I beg, digging my nails into his back.

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