Page 8 of A Christmas Surprise for the Biker

She’s completely bare to me now, open and vulnerable.

Meeting her eyes, I hold her stare as I lower my head and swipe my tongue along her slit.

Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and tangy and all Braelynn.

She cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth. I grip her thighs, holding her still as I dive in to feast on her pussy.

“Legend,” she cries out my name.

I slip a finger inside her, then another, crooking them just right.

“Baby,” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me right where she needs. “Oh god.”

I look up at her, my mouth still latched onto her pussy as my fingers move inside her. Her eyes are wild, her face flushed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Come for me, baby.”

And just like I knew she would, her body starts to quake before her inner pussy squeezes my fingers.

I lift my head, watching as she rides out her orgasm with my tongue and fingers working in tandem to draw out every last drop of her pleasure.

When she finally comes down, her body limp and sated, I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh.

Crawling up her body, I kiss every inch of skin as I go.

“I needed that,” she hums as her arms loop around my back and her legs fall open, cradling me between them.

“Not done with you yet,” I growl, my dick begging to get inside her wet pussy that’s soaking my jeans.

I grind against her, a hint that I’m about to put us both out of our misery.

“Legend,” she moans.

Breaking away from her hold, I sit back on my heels. Brae’s teeth sink into her pouty lip as she watches me strip down to my birthday suit.

“Legend,” she breathes.

Ignoring her, I reach over into the nightstand for a condom but come up empty-handed.

“Fuck. I don’t have any wraps,” I groan, dropping onto my hand beside her head and burying my face in the crook of her neck. This cannot be fucking happening.

Brae’s hands smooth up and down my back. “I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone since the last time we were together.”

I jerk back, not sure if she’s saying what I think she’s saying. “Gonna let me fuck you bare, baby?”

“If you want.” I can see the vulnerability staring up at me as her teeth sink deeper into her bottom lip.

“You saying you’ve haven’t been with anyone else?”

She moves her head up and down against the pillow.

“I’ve never gone bare with anyone, baby.”

Her eyes soften as she searches my face. “I trust you,” she whispers.

My body jolts. Her words are like a jump start to my heart. She has no idea what those three words mean to me. “Fuck, Brae.”

Desperate to empty my balls, I crash my lips to hers and groan when I feel her hand slip between us and wrap around my cock. She pumps twice before sliding the head between her folds andcoating me in her honey. Flexing my hips to position myself at her entrance, I hold her stare as I slowly slip inside her.

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