Page 54 of Baby for the Bikers

“Fuck, you taste good,” he mutters against my slick heat before devouring me completely. His tongue is relentless, slow but devastating, teasing before pressing deep. He flicks, sucks, laps, tongue-fucking me, dragging out the pleasure until I’m trembling on the edge.

Then he shifts one hand up, pressing two fingers into me, stretching me, curling just right, hitting that perfect spot inside me that makes me see stars. I sob his name, my thighs clamping around his head, but he just grins against me and keeps going.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Give it to me. Come all over my tongue.”

His fingers work deeper, rougher, his tongue circling my clit, and then I explode, pleasure crashing over me, my body jerking violently as I cry out his name, gripping the counter for dear life.

He doesn’t stop.

He works me through it, dragging out every last pulse, every last aftershock, until I’m a writhing, breathless mess.

When he finally pulls back, his mouth shiny with my release, he smirks, wiping the corner of his lips with his thumb before sucking it clean.

“I am the luckiest guy on earth right now.” He straightens, his eyes locked on mine as his hands slide under my ass, gripping tight. “Bedroom.”

I barely have time to react before he lifts me effortlessly off the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. My arms cling to his shoulders, my breath shuddering as I feel the solid heat of his chest pressing into mine, his cock pressed right against my soaked entrance.

“You’re dripping all over me, princess,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, wrecked, but amused. “So fucking wet and I love it.”

I whimper, shifting in his hold, desperate for friction.

He chuckles, loving how much I need him.

“Patience,” he taunts, kissing down my jaw and nipping at my throat. “I’m gonna take my time with you. Gonna make you come so many times you’ll forget your own fucking name.”

A shiver racks through me as he kicks the bedroom door open and moves straight to the bed, dropping me onto the mattress with just enough force to make me bounce.

I let out a soft gasp, watching him, and my chest heaves as he stares down at me like a predator savoring his prey.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with possession. “Spread out for me. So desperate to have a feel of my cock.”

He climbs onto the bed, crawling over me, his body pressing me down, his cock heavy against my stomach as his mouth finds mine in a slow, claiming kiss.

I moan into him, melting, giving in to the way he controls the moment so effortlessly, like he knows exactly what I need before I even say it.

His hands trail down, gripping my thigh, sliding up to my hip, to my waist, back up to my breasts. I arch into his touch as he cups me fully. He kneads and rolls my nipple between his fingers, making my breath catch.

“You love my hands on you, don’t you?” he taunts, pinching just enough to make me gasp.

“Yes,” I whimper. “I love it.”

He hums in approval before shifting lower, kissing his way down my body, his lips, tongue, and teeth mapping me out, making sure I feel every single touch.

When he reaches my breasts, he sucks one nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before pulling away.

I cry out, my back arching.

“Fuck, you’re responsive,” he murmurs, dragging his lips across my skin, switching to the other side, giving it the same treatment.

His hands slide down my sides, gripping my thighs, spreading me wide.

“You ready for more?” he asks, his voice low, teasing.

“Please,” I beg, shaking beneath him, already so far gone I can barely think.

Maddox chuckles, dragging a finger through my slick folds, coating his fingers in my arousal. “You’re soaked for me,” he murmurs, watching my reaction as he slowly pushes a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, teasing me.

I moan, my hips rocking against his hand.

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