Page 39 of Faking it with the Bad Boy Bikers

I couldn’t help laughing. “Henry, you idiot.”

His kisses moved higher until he was at my mouth. He hesitated just over my lips. “I just need a taste.”

Heat flowed through me. “Just a taste?”

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Just a little taste.”

I licked my lips and nodded. “Okay.”

He surprised me by walking us into the bathroom and shutting the door. I hadn’t even realized he’d managed to move us across the shop. He locked the door and went to his knees in front of me. His hands quickly undid my pants and then tugged them down before I could utter a single sound.

Finally, my brain kicked into gear. “What are you doing?”

He trailed his hands up my legs. “You said I could have a little taste.”

I shuddered as his meaning hit me. My center flooded even more than it already had. “Henry.”

His smile was dark. “One taste. Then I’ll go.”

I knew that wasn’t what would happen. Still, I nodded. The idea of walking away from his mouth was absurd. And I wanted him. They’d awoken a beast in me starved for their touch. I stepped out of my pants and gasped when he gripped my hips and spun me around so I was facing the mirror above the sink.

“Grip the sink and push your ass out, baby.” Henry was right there, his breath warm across my ass. When I was where he wanted me, he growled and buried his face between my thighs.

He ate me out from behind and the sounds he made were filthy. He growled and moaned, lapped at me, and muttered low curses about how much he loved my pussy. He didn’t try to keep me quiet. If anything, he fought to hear more of my cries as he pushed me into my first orgasm with just his mouth.

I heard the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor and lifted my head to meet his gaze in the mirror. I arched my back in a silent encouragement for him to keep going. My body felt too good to let him stop already. I licked my lips and moaned as he pushed his cock through my wetness and dragged it down to my clit to tease me. “Please, Henry.”

He smirked at me while stroking my clit. “You’re so wet for me.”

I gasped when he shifted higher to tease my ass with his cock head. “God, Henry! Fuck me, please!”

He didn’t give me what I wanted when he did line our bodies up. He inched into me, driving me insane as he fucked me gently with just the first few inches of his shaft. He knew I needed more, wanted more, but he just watched me in the mirror as he tortured me.

I had a white-knuckle grip on the sink and I used it to rock myself backwards so I could take more of his length. Instead of getting what I wanted, though, he moved back with me and then shook his head. “You’ll take what I give you, sweet girl.”

He teased me until I wanted to scream at him but just when I felt myself fraying, he flashed me a wicked grin and gave me what I wanted. His first thrust knocked my thighs into the sink and tipped me forward. When he thrust into me again, it was with his hand on the back of my neck, holding me tight. His hips were a blur as he took me. I could see the teasing had affectedhim, too, by the way the vein in his forehead stood out and how his breathing was just as fast as mine.

“I need more. I need it to last. I can’t get you out of my fucking head, Nellie.” He grunted when I came again, my walls pulsing around him. “Dammit, woman.”

He was holding himself so still as I took what I needed, rocking myself on his cock until my orgasm crested and then eased. I could see his strain in his eyes and I wanted to make him break.

I spun around and dropped to my knees in front of him, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could in one stroke. I could taste myself on him and it added to my desire. I loved knowing he’d just been inside me, fucking me. I sucked him hard and fast, not wanting to give him a chance to regain his composure. We didn’t have a lot of time and I needed his come.

“Goddammit, Nell.” He gripped my hair tight and rocked his hips forward. “You want me to fuck your mouth? You want to swallow my come? Fine.”

I held onto the back of his thighs as he let go and took my mouth roughly. I spread my legs and slipped my hand between them to circle my clit. I wanted to come with him so I stroked fast, hard circles over my clit until my muffled moans joined Henry’s deep groans of pleasure.

He watched me, his eyes dark. “I’m close. Come for me, Nell. Let me see those pretty eyes roll.”

Coming for the third time, I couldn’t cry out because he’d thrust to the very back of my throat and was coming, spraying my throat with his come as he shouted my name. I swallowed him down, eager to show him just how hungry I was for him.

“Fuck, Nellie. Shit…” After catching his breath Henry grabbed me under my arms and pulled me to my feet. He put me on the sink and bent down to lap at my sex until I was coming again.

It was too much, I decided after the last orgasm. I was coming too much and though I’d never heard of anyone dying from that, I was starting to worry I’d never recover from their dicks.

“Come here.” Henry pulled me to his chest and held me there by the back of my head. “You’re a fucking drug, Nell. I was supposed to be getting coffee for the guys and instead I got you something and came straight here. I don’t even know if it was a conscious decision. I’m pretty sure my dick just pointed this way and my brain followed.”

I let out a tired laugh. “You’re going to have to be sober for a while because I’m done. I’m wiped. I don’t think I’m built to have this much sex.”

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