Page 37 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

The dull hum of the tv leaks through the wood of the door. I should just leave her alone to relax. I should, but I don't.

I push the door to my room open and Nisa cuts her eyes at me but still doesn't say a word.

I walk in and close the door behind me, leaning back against the door I wait for Nisa to break. Five minutes later, she was still staring at the screen.

Fuck this.

"How long are you going to keep this up, Nisa?"

"Keep what up? Keeping my mouth shut? You know like you asked. I'm going to do exactly what you asked me to do. Know my place and it's obviously not by your side or you wouldn't be treating me like any other fucking trick on the street." She lashes me with her tongue.

Internally, I cringe but I don't show her any weakness. I can't or she'll walk all over me. What I'm more concerned about is the fact that she's comparing herself to anyone else. Like I'd waste my time trying to care for another woman. It's only fucking her and it's time she realize that.

"What have I told you about that?" I walk over to the television and shut it off. I don't want her paying attention to anything but me.

"I don't know what you've told me about anything. Everything that comes out of your mouth is either an order or a reprimand. You haven't talked to me at all." Nisa complains.

"You want to talk? Fine, let's talk."

She leans her head back to look up at me and all I can think about is her on her knees with my cock in her mouth looking up at me like that. The fire, the passion, all of her makes me fucking weak in the knees.

"I don't have anything to say to you."

"I think you do. What are you mad about, Nisa? Be honest." I encourage her.

"You know what I'm mad about." Her voice still has its hard edge but it's softer, I'm breaking her down but it's not enough. I want to shatter her.

"Tell me."

"I'm mad about how you treat me. How you've always treated me. Like a goddamn fragile piece of china. You treat me like I can't make my own decisions or handle the bad that comes with being in your world. You treat me like I can't be an asset in your world. I know more about Marc and the rest of his crew than all of you but instead of letting me help you stick me in the room and tell me to rest. Marc may be a sadistic, manipulative asshole but at least he valued my fucking opinion." She huffed.

She's not lying. It's not my fault. The entire time I've known Nisa it's been my job to make sure she was safe. It's hard breaking out of that habit.

"I hear you. I'm not saying I'm going to change overnight or even that much but I can make an attempt." I concede. It hurts.

Nisa's mouth opens and closes but she doesn't say anything in return as if she wasn't expecting me to give in.

"Now let's talk about how you treat me." I move closer to the bed where she's lying and she sits up straighter.

"How do I treat you? I've..."

I cut her off before she can finish, "You drive me out of my fucking mind and then have the nerve to ignore me. You offer yourself up to me and then pull away. You want to be mad, fine, but at least give me a chance to make up for it."

Her lips part and I watch in agony as the tip of her tongue wets them, "Make up for it? How do you want to make it up to me?" She breathes.

"You tell me. You're the one who's mad, remember?" I smirk at her. The tension in the room amps up and I'm about to jump out of my skin. I want her, so bad.

Nisa slides off the bed and walks over to me, her eyes locked onto mine. The heat in the room is nearly oppressive. "On your knees big boy."

I growl and fall to my knees in front of her. She doesn't need to say anything else, I know what she wants and I'm desperate to give it to her. My shaft strains against the zipper in my pants, and I grab at her pants tearing them down her legs. I bury my nose between her legs and I groan as her scent overwhelms me. I bite her lower lips through the fabric of her panties and she squirms above me.

I smack the side of her ass hard to get her to be still. She doesn't want to be treated like fine china, so be it. I pull her panties down to see her cleft glistening with arousal. I want that on my tongue. I slide my tongue down the slit and she buries her hands in my hair to keep me steady. Pushing her legs apart I dive deeper but it's not enough. I don't want to waste a fucking drop.

Roughly grabbing the back of her legs, I make her fall back onto the bed and I push her legs apart so my feast is laid out before me. My mouth covers every inch of her precious flesh as I lap at every bit of nectar like a wild animal. Her body quivers beneath me and I'm nearly out of my mind with need. She screams out my name while grinding against my face and it sets my blood on fire.

"Oh, Leo, yes."

I back up only slightly and take a mental picture of her tight snatch, I can't wait to plow through her but I know it won't be today. I need to make this virgin pussy mine in at least one waytoday. I press my pointer finger against her opening and she presses down trying to take me in.

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