Page 14 of Marked By the Possessive Biker

My body does a full tremble, and excitement surges through my veins. I smile, feeling the confidence to do what I need to do. I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it up my body. I hear his strangled “What are you doing?” as I toss the shirt onto the couch.

His eyes never leave mine, so I continue. I kick off my shoes and pull down my jeans. Once I get them down my legs, I kick them off, laying them on the couch with my discarded shirt.When I’m in my bra and panties, he still doesn’t look at me, and I begin to second-guess my choices here. “Ben… if you don’t want me, you have to tell me now.”

He uncrosses his arms and fists his hands at his sides. “Oh it’s not a question of if I want you; it’s knowing that I shouldn’t give in to it. You deserve better.”

Decision made, I arch my back, reach behind me, and undo the snap of my bra. As I pull the straps down my arms, I can see Ben visibly shaking.

I let the bra fall and then lean down to remove my panties. When I stand up, he’s still looking into my eyes. He shakes his head. “I’m trying to be strong here, princess.”

“I’m offering myself up to you, Ben. You can have me right here, right now.” I put my hands on my hips and twist side to side. From his standpoint, I may look calm, but I’m feeling anything but. “Or I’m sure I can find someone to take me up on my offer.”

And that’s what does it. He stomps toward me, nostrils flared. He’s still looking in my eyes, but it’s even more intense. “Don’t even joke about that, princess. It won’t turn out good for you.”

He’s so close I can feel the roughness of his leather vest scrape against my nipples. I arch into him. “I’m not scared of you, Boss.”

His eyebrows lift when I call him by his club name. He puts his hands on my waist. “I’m not going to be gentle. I can’t.”

It almost sounds like regret in his voice. I keep my hands to my sides even though I want to reach for him. “I don’t want you to be gentle… I just want you.”

His fingers dig into my waist, and he pulls me to him until my body is flush against his.

He kisses me until I’m breathless, and then he lifts me in his arms. My legs go around his waist, and I can’t resist grindingagainst him, wanting the friction between my thighs. He nips against my neck, and I suck in a breath as the pain and the pleasure shoot through me. He positions me away from him. “You keep that up and this will be over before it gets started.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he stalks through his cabin with me in his arms. He stops next to his bed and lets me slide down his body. With a moan, I tell him, “You have too many clothes on.”

For the first time, his eyes travel down my body, and he’s visibly shaken by the sight in front of him. I was worried for nothing because there’s no hiding how much Ben wants me. He pulls me flush against his body, and his hard manhood presses into my belly.

I reach between us, cupping him through his jeans, and he hisses as if what I’m doing to him is painful.

He wraps his hand around my wrist, pulling me from him, and then picks me up, tossing me to the bed in one fluid motion. I land with a bounce, but I don’t get any time to adjust because he puts his hands on my knees and pushes them apart. A guttural groan erupts from him, and he shakes his head. “You’re beautiful, princess.”

I watch as he removes his vest and kicks off his boots, but I’m disappointed when he leaves on his jeans and T-shirt.

Overwhelmed, I hold my arms out to him. I don’t know what it is, but I need him to hold me. He looks at me like he knows exactly what I need and leans down to kiss me. He pulls back, searching my eyes. “If you’re changing your mind, tell me now.”

I put my hands on his shoulders. “I’m not changing my mind. I want this.”

He kisses me again, nuzzles down my neck across my collarbone, and then palms my breast in his massive hand. He squeezes me, then circles his finger around my erect nipple. Iarch on the bed just as he kisses my peak. My hands go from his shoulders to the bed, and I pull at the sheets. “Oh God,” I moan.

He moves from one breast to the other, laving each one with attention. My whole body is pulled taut as my arousal grows.

When he kisses down my body, I tense, trying to stop him. “You don’t have to?—”

He cuts me off. “Oh, honey, I want to…”

There’s a vein pulsing in his neck as he waits for me to let him in. I let my legs fall, and the relief in his eyes is evident. He doesn’t hesitate; he leans into me and strokes his tongue across my core. My hand goes to the back of his head, holding him to me. He moans, tasting me, and the pressure starts to build. When he sucks my clit between his lips, my orgasm starts to rock through me. He circles me, changing the pressure until I start to vibrate under him. He’s relentless as he takes me over the edge, dragging my orgasm on until I’m completely satiated and lying limp on the bed.

He kisses up my body, and I’m jerking at his clothes, trying to take them off him. “Please,” I beg of him.

9

BEN

Icrawl back from her and stand up. My clothes feel even more constricting now. I take off my shirt, pulling it over my head. I undo my belt and pants and then pull them and my underwear down in unrivaled anticipation. My cock bounces at release, and I wrap my hand around myself, stroking from root to tip. My hips jerk forward all the while watching Lexi, who is now staring up at me through hooded eyes.

She holds her hands out to me, and I climb onto the bed, positioning myself at her entrance. She’s slick as I stroke through her swollen lips. When the head of my dick strokes her clit, she arches into me. “I’m on the pill,” she moans.

I don’t know why that statement bothers me. I always wear a condom and don’t think twice about it, but the idea of not having to wear one with her has me leaking from my tip. “I’m clean,” I tell her. “I’ve always used a condom.”

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