Page 64 of Single Mom's Bikers

“What’s gotten into you, Evie?”

She shrugs in my arms, and before I know it, her hand slips lower, her fingers wrapping around my cock, hardening it again.

The touch alone has me groaning. She strokes me slowly at first, teasing, watching my reaction with a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Fuck, Evie,” I rasp, my voice rough. “You trying to kill me?”

She smirks, leaning down to press her lips to my neck. “Not yet,” she murmurs, her breath hot against my skin.

Before I can respond, she slides out of my arms, sinking to her knees. The sight of her there—her wild hair framing that gorgeous face, lips parted as she looks up at me—has my chest tightening.

“You don’t have to—” I start, but she cuts me off with a sharp look.

“Oh, shut up. You know you want it.” Her voice is firm, her hands steady as they grip my thighs and pull me closer to the edge of the couch.

“Oh, yes, ma’am. Please proceed.”

When her tongue flicks out, teasing the tip of my cock, I swear under my breath.

She takes me into her mouth slowly, inch by inch, and it’s pure fucking torture. The heat, the soft hum vibrating through her—it’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Christ, Evie,” I groan, my head falling back against the couch. My hand tangles in her hair, guiding her as she moves.

She looks up at me as she takes me deeper, her eyes dark and hungry. The sight alone nearly undoes me. “You like that?” shemurmurs, pulling back just enough to run her tongue along the underside of my shaft.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, tightening my grip on her hair. “Don’t stop. You’re so goddamn good at this.”

Her moan vibrates against me, and my hips jerk, pushing deeper into her mouth. She takes it, her nails digging into my thighs as she picks up the pace. The sounds she makes—the wet slide of her lips, the occasional gag when I hit the back of her throat—drive me insane.

“Evie…I’m close,” I warn, my breath coming in sharp gasps. “You want me to?—”

But she doesn’t stop. If anything, she doubles down, sucking harder, her hands stroking what she can’t take. My vision goes white as I come, groaning her name as she swallows every last drop.

She pulls back with a satisfied smile, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Better?” she asks, her voice dripping with mischief.

“Better?” I echo, pulling her up into my lap. “We’re just getting started.”

I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her lips. She straddles me again, grinding against my cock, and I can already feel it hardening between us.

“You’re insatiable,” she teases, biting down on my bottom lip.

“Only for you.”

I lift her hips, positioning her above me. She grabs my shoulders for balance as I slide into her, both of us groaning at thesensation. She’s so wet, so warm, and when she starts to move, I can’t think about anything else.

She sets the pace, riding me like she owns me, her head thrown back and her nails raking down my chest. “Chase,” she moans, the sound raw and needy.

“Fuck, Evie. You feel so goddamn good.” My hands grip her hips, helping her move, thrusting up to meet her. “That’s it. Take it all.”

Her movements grow frantic, and her cries get louder as she gets closer. I reach between us, finding her clit and rubbing in time with her rhythm. She shatters, her body trembling around me as she comes, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.

We collapse into each other, breathing hard, her head resting against my shoulder. “Now it’s better,” she whispers, her lips brushing against my neck.

I laugh, pulling her closer. “Yeah. Definitely better.”

Later, as she dozes in my arms, I study her tattoos one final time—the star that meant freedom, the vines that brought beauty, and the constellation protecting her children.

And that snake curled down her arm like a warning.

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