Page 15 of Marked By the Possessive Biker

She blinks, and her satisfied smile disappears. “I don’t want to hear about you with other women.”

I lean over her, kissing her until I’m breathless, and when I pull away, I roughly admit, “I’m not thinking of anyone but you.”

She reaches between us and wraps her hand around my girth. My hips jerk, and I shove my cock into her hand. “I need inside you, princess.”

She nods but doesn’t let me go. She strokes me a few more times and then positions me at her entrance.

As soon as I feel her honeyed warmth, my body pulls tight. I take a deep breath, wanting this to last but knowing I’m so close to losing control already. Slowly, I enter her, and she gasps. Her insides are gripping me, and I have to nudge my hips to fit into her. I stop and brush her hair off her face. “Breathe, princess.”

She nods and lets out a big breath.

Unable to stop, I am practically pleading with her as her cunt strangles my cock. “Are you okay?”

She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my ass, holding me to her.

“Ben.”

I glance up from where we’re connected and into Lexi’s wide, innocent eyes. She shakes her head. “Don’t hold back. I don’t want half of you; I want it all.”

There’s so much I can say to her right now. She has no idea how badly I’ve wanted her or how hard it is to hold back from her because I’m afraid that my need for her is too much for her to handle.

“I’m yours. All of me,” I tell her before I sink into her completely. A guttural groan leaves me. She feels good, so perfect in fact that I never want this to end.

I rut into her, going as deep as I can, wanting everything she’s willing to give me. “Please, please, please… don’t stop,” she pleads.

I reach between us, pressing my finger to her clit. With big deep strokes, I pummel into her, and she’s grunting as I fuck her into the mattress. This is all happening too fast, and I want to slow it down and make it last, but my body has a mind of itsown. I slow my hips but continue stroking her clit. I try to catch my breath, and while I’m hovering over her, I stare into her big, blue, innocent eyes. Her face is filled with satisfaction, and I pull her hips up, taking her deeper. She groans. “Yes, right there.”

Her arousal is hot and slick. “Come for me, princess. I need to feel you come.”

She whimpers and whines as I stroke her inside and out. I know the minute the orgasm takes over. Her entire body tenses, she groans, and her hips start to jerk uncontrollably. She is practically strangling my cock with her tight pussy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My orgasm is quick, and instead of pulling out, I shoot my seed deep inside her.

She lifts her hands over her head and stretches with me still inside her. She wiggles and then smiles up at me.

I don’t want to pull out of her. Not now, not ever. “You okay?” I ask even though judging by the smile on her face, she’s more than okay.

She nods her head real big and mutters, “I’m good, perfect, couldn’t be better.”

Reluctantly, I pull out and then roll onto my back next to her. I wish she’d curl her body into me, but she surprises me by standing up and walking into the living room. I watch through the open door as she grabs her clothes and then holds them up, covering her body when she walks into the bedroom. Her eyes travel down my body, and she clears her throat and then gestures her head to a halfway open door. “Is that the bathroom?”

“Yeah.”

She sets her shoes down next to the bed, walks through the door, and shuts it behind her. I sit up and look at the closed door. Fuck, does she regret this already?

A few minutes go by, and I pull my underwear and jeans on and then sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to come out.

Her face is red when she walks out of the bathroom, fully dressed. She makes a big to-do of looking around the room, instead of at me. She sits down and starts putting on her shoes.

I try not let my emotion show, but my voice is thick with it. “Are you leaving?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, I figure I better. I don’t want to wear out my welcome.” Her mouth drops. “I mean, not that I plan on coming back. I’m not… I mean, I’m not going to just show up.”

I put a hand on her arm to calm her. “You got plans tonight?”

Her forehead creases, and she pulls her phone out of her pants pocket. “It’s eight o’clock.”

I laugh and nod. “Yeah. So?”

She shrugs. “No, I was just going to go to the dorm, that’s all.”

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