Page 40 of Baby for the Bikers

They’re so fucking soft, so heavy in my grip. My thumbs brush over her stiff peaks, feeling how tight they’ve gotten. Her breath catches, her back arching the moment I squeeze—not too gentle, not too rough, just enough to make her feel it. She lets out a shuddering breath, watching me through hooded eyes, her lips parting as I knead her flesh.

I drag my thumbs in slow circles over her nipples, watching them pebble even tighter. She gasps, fingers gripping my shoulders, her body already strung tight with need.

I bend my head and take her into my mouth.

Her strangled moan is the sweetest fucking sound as I wrap my lips around one stiff peak, sucking hard. Her body jerks, back bowing as her nails sink into my skin, holding on as I devour her.

I swirl my tongue over her nipple, lapping, teasing, sucking deep until she’s writhing beneath me. I squeeze her other breast, kneading it in time with my tongue, feeling the way her body reacts to every flick, every graze of my teeth.

I want her mindless. So, I bite.

Hard enough to make her cry out, her whole body jolting against mine. The sound she makes—half pain, half pleasure—sends a bolt of pure hunger straight to my cock. But I don’t stop. I soothe the sting with my tongue, sucking deep, one hand sliding down to the heat between her thighs.

She’s drenched.

Even through the thin lace, I can feel just how ready she is. I press my fingers against her slit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that make her hips twitch beneath me.

“Already so fucking wet for me,” I murmur against her skin, moving to her other breast, giving it the same treatment—sucking, biting, licking until she’swrithingagainst me. “Tell me, Rowan. Tell me who made you this wet.”

Her breath is ragged, her chest rising and falling fast. “You.”

“Say my name.”

“Ryder,” she gasps. “You. You did this.”

I reward her by slipping my fingers beneath her panties, finding her bare, slick, and so fucking hot. The moment my fingers brush her clit, she jerks, thighs clenching around me.

“That’s right,” I growl. “I did this. And I’m not stopping until you can’t even fucking stand.”

I rip her panties down, letting them dangle from one ankle as I spread her wider. My cock aches against my jeans, straining, desperate for relief, but I’m not giving in just yet.

She needs to be ruined first.

I drag my fingers through her folds, feeling the way she throbs. I slide one finger inside her, then another, stretching her open, watching the way her lips part in a silent moan.

I curl them inside her, pressing against that perfect spot that makes her jolt. She’s so tight, her walls gripping me, and I know she’s close—her body already winding up, her breath coming faster, her nails dragging down my arms.

“Come for me,” I demand. “Now.”

She shatters.

Her whole body tenses, back arching off the table as she comes with a cry, her thighs trembling around my waist. I keep my fingers buried deep, working her through it, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure until she’s nothing but a gasping, writhing mess beneath me.

Only then do I free my cock.

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RYDER

I yank my belt free,the leather snapping through the loops in one harsh pull. The sound alone makes her shiver. I unbutton my jeans and shove them down just enough to give myself the space I need, my cock springing free. It is throbbing, thick, and hard, the tip leaking as I grip it and drag it against her slit.

Rowan sucks in a sharp breath. Her eyes drop, and for the first time, she sees just what she’s been asking for.

Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips. I feel my cock pulse just from that.

“You—” She swallows hard, dragging her gaze back up to mine. “You’re huge.”

I smirk, fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking once, slow, letting her see exactly what she’s about to take.

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