Page 37 of Faking it with the Bad Boy Bikers

Seth pushed my jacket open and tugged my t-shirt up until my bare breasts were exposed. He glanced around and scowled. “If anyone else sees these, I’ll rip their eyes out.”

I groaned at the feeling of his mouth closing over one nipple and then the other. His flicked his tongue over them and then sucked hard. “Henry and Woodrow?”

He busied his hands with pushing my pajama bottoms and panties down. “They don’t count. Anyone else.”

“I want to feel you.” I pushed at his shirt and then made a happy noise when he ripped his shirt over his head and yanked me into his hard, hot body. “So good. So hard.”

He grunted. “Always for you.”

My arms were tangled between us and I was still struggling to undo his pants. “Off. Jesus. Get these off. Or down. I don’t care. Just out of my way.”

He picked me up and put me on the seat next to him as he worked them down to his knees. I finished yanking my bottoms off and then he pulled me back into his lap. With nothing between us, he didn’t hesitate to lift me up and force me down on his length. He let out a long, low moan as I cried out. His hand snapped over my mouth. “If you wake up Vivian or Waylan, I’ll lose my mind.”

I let out a broken laugh and nodded. When he moved his hand, I snapped my head from side-to-side. “No. I need help to stay quiet.”

His eyes grew even hungrier as he placed his hand over my mouth again. “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard and fast.”

I’d never done that before but the motions came to me easy. It wasn’t hard when I was chasing what felt the best. I held onto his shoulders and pressed my forehead to his while lifting my hips and lowering them faster and harder. His cock was so hardand veined that I was already close to the edge after just a few strokes. I held off, though. I wanted him to come with me.

Gritting his teeth, Seth watched me. His eyes shot from my core to my bare breasts to my face. His gaze never stayed in one place for too long, like he was desperate to take in everything. When my movements started to slow, he took over. He moved both hands to my ass. “Kiss me and don’t stop.”

It wasn’t much of a kiss as soon as he started yanking me up and down his length. He hit places inside me no one had ever touched. I cried out into his mouth and held on as tight as I could. He was hammering his cock into me from below, hitting a spot that made lights burst behind my eyes. I gasped, breath lost, as he hit that spot again and again. I couldn’t make a sound as a red-hot orgasm built faster than I could control it.

“That’s fucking right, Nell. Come on my cock for me. Be my good girl and take me so deep. I want to feel your pussy squeezing me. Beg for my come. Beg for me to paint the insides of your tight pussy with my come.” His voice was rough and he moved even harder.

“Please!” I gasped for air. “Seth! Please, come in me!”

He snapped his hand up to cover my mouth as I let go. My release hit me like a tidal wave, hot and violent. I felt like I was being tossed around, out of breath, lost to which way was up, as I came hard. Seth fucked me harder and then froze with his dick buried deep in me. I felt him coming, his cock pulsing as wet heat splashed my insides.

I trembled with aftershocks after we’d both sat there for minutes, catching our breath and trying to recover. At least I was. I wasn’t sure my legs would ever work again.

“How is it not enough? I already want more of you.” He gripped the back of my head and lifted my face so he could take my mouth in a hot kiss. His tongue teased mine and then he slowly eased the kiss to an end. “You’re tired.”

I tried to hide a yawn and failed. “Sorry. Your dick is as good as a sleeping pill.”

He stilled. “Excuse me?”

I realized how it sounded and let out a strangled laugh. “Not like that! I mean it gives orgasms that knock me out.”

“I think you’ll need to apologize to him later.” He gently pulled my shirt down. “After you’ve slept and recovered.”

He was still inside me and he was still hard. I moaned and squeezed my walls around him. “I don’t want to leave you like this.”

He lifted me off his length. “I’m fine. Let’s get you to bed, baby.”

I started to refuse but when he put me down next to him, I just slumped over. I was exhausted. So exhausted that when he started redressing me himself, I let him. I was a lump of woman as he gathered me in his arms and then grabbed the monitor before opening the door and crawling out of the backseat.

I shivered against the cold and he held me closer. “Just a minute, Nell, and I’ll have you inside.”

He carried me all the way upstairs to my room. He didn’t stop until he was easing me into the bed next to Waylan. He turned off the monitor and put it on the side table. I reached out and caught his hand, peppering sleepy kisses over it.

“You’re a good girl, Nellie. Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed my forehead and then vanished.

I let out a dreamy sigh and passed out before I could even process a single thing that had happened.

CHAPTER 30

Nellie

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