Page 46 of Keeping What He Wants

He pressed his cock against her opening while scraping his teeth along the spot where her shoulder met her neck. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”

Ella gasped as he entered her, one slick thrust after another. He gripped her hips, grinding her clit against the motorcycle while he pummeled into her. They were in the middle of nowhere and Ella allowed herself to get vocal as she rocked her hips against him. His harsh grunts were all that she needed before she cried out in pleasure. Her pussy milked him, squeezing his cock inside her where it belonged. He smacked her ass and she clutched him even tighter, eliciting a groan from his sexy lips.

“I’m nowhere near done with you.” Ryker pulled out and lifted her so she could face him again. He pulled her legs apart, and Ella fell back awkwardly against the gas tank. He shoved into her again, thrusting deeper and harder as he gripped the handlebars for stability. She felt her muscles straining as he contorted her into the positions he wanted, drawing out another scream of pleasure when he stroked a spot inside her pussy that made her toes curl.

He gripped her hips and lifted her almost immediately, leaning back with their bodies still connected. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Ella rest her hands against his chest. He still wore his shirt, and it clung to his sweaty body. She moved over him, riding his cock. He was a beautiful creature inside and out. Ella leaned forward and bit his lower lip before soothing it with a swipe of her tongue. His hands roamed along her body, caressing and squeezing while he kissed her. She needed him almost as much as he needed her.

“Come inside me.” She kissed his ear, dipping the tip of her tongue inside to tease. “And afterwards, I’ll lick your cock clean.”

Ryker strained, thrusting deep inside her as his hot cum filled her. Ella flicked her tongue against his lips, watching as his expression contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He held her to his sweaty body as he pressed his face between her breasts.

Ella smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing his head back. “I love the way you fuck me. Thank you for this. For my fantasy.”

He didn’t say anything as she dismounted him. His cock lay between his legs, shiny from their combined moisture. Ella leaned down and sucked it, taking as much of his half-hard erection as she could. He groaned, stroking her back as she made good on her promise.

“Get your clothes on.” Ryker sat up and gently pushed her away from his dick.

He tucked his cock back in his pants and helped her find her clothes. She struggled to pull her skinny jeans. Ryker grew impatient and pulled his shirt off only to toss it to her instead.

“Put it on and stuff your jeans in the saddle bag.”

She did as he said and got on the bike. They left the secluded area and went back to their cabin. Ella wanted to kiss his face off. She couldn’t have asked for a more perfect night with him. The sexy, bad-boy biker had a romantic side.

“You look tired.” Ella cupped his cheek before leaning in to kiss him. “Did I wear you out?”

He shook his head. “Get your hot ass inside.”

She went inside and watched as he put the wine bottle in the cooler. She dumped her jeans on her luggage and searched through her clothes for something to wear.

She pulled his shirt off and Ryker came up behind her, scooping her breasts into his hands and lightly squeezing. “There’s a hammock out back.”

He kissed the side of her neck before bending to pick her up. He carried her out of the cabin nude and sat in the hammock with her on top of him. The close proximity forced her to lay on top of him while they swung in the cooler night air.

Ella closed her eyes as she let him hold her, lulling her to sleep with the soft sways of the hammock. She loved that he wanted to keep her close, that he didn’t withdraw from her but rather pulled her closer after sex.

“I love you, Ryker.” She laid her head on his chest. “I don’t want to live life without you.”

He spread her legs over his hips. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He kissed her. “Get some sleep, beautiful. I’ve got you, and I’m not going to let you go.”

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Ryker knew it was a bad idea to sleep in the hammock when he couldn’t move. It sounded romantic, but it only left his body tired and achy with each of his muscles hurting. Nowadays he didn’t drink alcohol in an effort to stay clean, but knew that Ella would like the experience of the winery. She didn’t usually drink due to her job, but she could let go and relax for a few days. He hoped she would eventually see that.

“My head hurts.”

“Hangover.”

She pushed up off him. “Oh, dear God. The world is spinning.”

“We’re in a hammock.”

She groaned. “How did we get here?”

He smiled. “I love you so much, Ella.”

He helped her to stand before standing himself. The idea of needing aspirin on his vacation wasn’t something he’d thought of during planning. He walked with Ella into the cabin and searched through the medicine cabinet. Nothing.

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