Page 21 of Riding Home

The kiss was different—deeper, more urgent, as if we were afraid the moment would slip away if we didn’t embrace it fully.The contrast between his soft lips and rough beard was thrilling.I lost myself in the embrace, doubts vanishing.

He whispered, “You’re sure about this?”His gaze searched mine for any doubt.

I nodded, a small smile forming.“Yes.”

He softly brushed my cheek.“I don’t want to rush you.You’re not like other girls.”

“Clark, I want you to treat me like any other girl.”

He grinned wickedly.“Then, Honey Bun, get out from under that sheet.Let me see you.I’m going to take you for a wild ride on my hog.”

“Honey Bun?”I complained.

“Yeah, Honey Bun.Get naked.I’ve wanted to fuck you since that night at the hotel.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Women in my world do whatever I demand.”

Sounded like I was in for a hell of a ride.

I peeled the sheet off me, revealing my body clad in nothing but black lace lingerie.Clark’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in every inch of me.Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and pulled me to my feet.Very slowly, he took down the straps of my bra, laying kisses on my shoulders.I trembled as he made quick work of my bra and panties.

I was naked and feeling vulnerable, but the yearning in his eyes empowered me.His hands were all over me, leaving a warm feeling behind.Yet, I shivered at his touch, wanting more.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice husky with longing.

Then it was his turn to strip off his pants, and I got to see his large erection stand proudly before me.

“And you’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckled, a low, seductive sound that made my knees weak as he took my hand and guided it towards his cock.

As I wrapped my fingers around his length, he let out a low groan.“You ready for that ride?”he asked, sounding eager.

I choked back.I wasn’t sure I was ready, but I definitely wanted him.This biker made me feel so alive, like I haven’t felt in ages.

Clark’s hungry kiss led me to the bed.His hands went lower to my wet center.When his fingers slipped in, I moaned in his mouth.

The biker started making demands into mine.“Tell me you want me inside you,” he growled against my lips, his fingers thrusting deeper within me.

I whimpered.“Yes, I want you.”

“Try again.”

I gasped as he pulled his fingers out of me.“I want you inside me.”

He withdrew away from my lips.“Say it like you mean it, Honey Bun.”Clark grinned, a predatory expression in his eyes.“And look at me when I fuck you,” he commanded.

Desperate to please him, I found the courage to meet his gaze.“I want you to fuck me, Clark.”

A low groan escaped him as he positioned his cock at my entrance.“Oh, Honey Bun.I plan to.”He thrust in, filling me completely.

Holy hell.I couldn’t help but cry out at the sudden fullness.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, his cock deep within me.

“I’m yours, Clark.”

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