Page 22 of Riding Home

His smile was wicked as he started moving inside me.“That’s my good girl.Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

I held onto his shoulders while trying to keep pace.He was totally focused on me as he moved, liking what he saw.

The biker was wrecking me.

“You’re so tight.”His breath hit my ear.“I could be inside you forever.”

The thought of him never leaving me brought a fresh wave of desire.I wished this could go on forever.I really didn’t want it to end, but Clark just kept speeding up, making that impossible.He got rougher, clutching my hips as he kept going.The sight of him lost in passion was intoxicating.

I groaned out, my back arching, my nerves tingling with the edge of an orgasm.

His grin was fierce as he continued plunging into me.“That’s it, Honey Bun, let go.”Bending down, he kissed me fervently as I reached a state of euphoria.

The feeling of him being inside me, combined with the power of his kiss, pushed me to the limit.

“Clark,” I cried out, breaking our kiss.I was lost in the moment as the orgasm took me away.

Clark’s moves got a bit wild as he was about to reach his peak.“Fuck, Aurora,” he growled, holding me tighter against him.He was really going for it.As I came down from my orgasm, I felt a ripple of pleasure wash over Clark.He filled me with a loud growl.Then he collapsed on top of me, still inside me.

He looked down at me fondly, a tenderness in his eyes that took me by surprise.“I’ve never felt like this about anyone,” he admitted, his voice so soft.

I smiled up at him.“I think I might be falling for you, too.”

Clark pulled out, his cock shiny from all the excitement.He rolled onto his back, and I laid my head on his chest, listening to the strong, steady rhythm of his heart.This was crazy, but it just felt right.We were there for a bit, just catching our breath.

Finally, I broke the silence.“So, what now?”

He murmured, “Oh, I ain’t finished with you, Honey Bun.”

Clark had many more delicious demands—all night long.

Eventually, sleep claimed us both.

I woke up and saw Clark already drinking coffee by the window.He had on a plain white tee and jeans, with his hair messy and was still the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on.

“Morning,” he said with a smile when he noticed I was awake.“I brought you some coffee.”

I sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist.“Thanks.”Accepting the mug, I took a sip.

“That’s not all,” he said, pulling something from behind his back.It was two individually wrapped honey buns.“Figured you could use some nourishment after last night.”

Damn, he was right.I was starving.His sweet intentions weren’t lost on me, but I scarfed down that treat.

“What time is it?”I asked, covering my full mouth.

“Almost noon.We should get going soon to meet the folks for brunch.”

“Right.”I glanced at the ring on the bedside table—a simple gold band with a modest sapphire.

Clark followed my gaze.“You don’t have to wear it if you’re uncomfortable.We can tell everyone the truth.”

I picked up the ring, turning it over.“No, it’s okay.We started this charade.Might as well see it through.”

He nodded.“Fair enough.But for what it’s worth, it’ll look hot on you.”

I began to slide the ring on, but Clark took it and slipped it onto my finger himself.I couldn’t help but feel a flutter as he kissed my hand.

“You make a good prince, Frog.”

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