Page 13 of Her Grumpy Biker
“Y-yesss,” I moan. His words are filthy, but they somehow turn me on even more.
“Need me to make you come?”
I nod my head, then gasp and fall forward into his chest as he rubs the rough pad of his finger over my clit. Diego grunts in approval before crashing his lips down on mine. I immediately open up for him, letting him take control. I’m at his mercy, completely surrendered to the pleasure only he can bring.
When his thick finger circles my pulsing entrance, I cry out, the jagged, broken sound echoing around us. My throbbing pussy tenses and releases, more of my arousal dripping out of me and coating his hand.
“God, Camden. So responsive,” he whispers, more to himself than to me.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but my body does, some primal instinct taking over as lust trickles through every vein, every cell, hitting me deep in my core. Releasing my hold on him, I lean back, setting my hands down on the table behind me. I open my legs wider and tip my head back, letting him do whatever he wants to me.
He growls, the savage sound rattling my bones and making me impossibly wetter for him. Diego leans over me, scraping his teeth down my exposed neck as his finger thrusts into me, stretching me wide open.
Diego slowly slides in and out of me while grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. I arch my back, shoving my cunt down on his finger, silently begging for more. Diego gladly obliges. He shoves two fingers inside me, curling them up and stroking some incredibly sensitive spot over and over.
“Oh God,” I whimper. “Fuck, Diego, fuck…” I hardly ever swear, but how can I control my responses to this man?
“That’s it, Camden. I feel you. I feel this tight little cunt squeezing me so damn good. I know you want to come for me.”
My soft, urgent cries grow louder and louder as the pressure deep in my core expands and pushes all the air out of my lungs. Diego leans over me and winds his fingers in my hair while still owning my pleasure and my pussy with his other hand.
He tugs gently but firmly on my long locks, forcing my gaze to meet his. Hungry, almost feral blue eyes stare back at me. Our heavy breaths mingle, his lips barely touching mine.
“Come for me, beautiful. Come on my fingers. Fill my hand with your release. I want it all. It’s mine.”
His dirty words make me shiver and spread my legs wider, wanting that. Wanting to obey him. Wanting to give him everything he demands of me.
“I-I-I’m…”
“Yes, fuck yes,” he groans right before swallowing down my cries of pleasure.
There’s a deep tugging in my lower belly, followed by an incredible, painful, blissful rush of liquid heat. All at once, my orgasm erupts from my core, wave after wave of molten lava flooding my body, singeing my nerves as I spasm and gasp for air.
Diego groans, his fist tightening in my hair while his other hand never lets up its assault on my pussy. He doesn't slow down, doesn’t let me catch my breath before a second orgasm splinters into the first one. My arms and legs shake and then go numb. All I can feel are his fingers scissoring inside of me, stretching, stroking, owning me completely.
I’m drained of every single thing when he pulls his hand out of my pussy, nearly collapsing on top of the table. Diego grins, a dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes. I’m shocked when he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks off my juices. A whimper falls from my lips when he closes his eyes and growls.
Diego pulls me up and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I’m still out of breath and trembling when we break apart.
“Now that you’re all worn out, let’s get you to bed.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond; he simply scoops me up in his arms and carries me to his room.
Diego tucks me into bed and then strips down to his boxers and t-shirt before joining me under the covers. We don’t say anything. We don’t have to. My incredible, sexy, sweet mansimply opens his arms and motions for me to curl up against him. I gladly do, resting my head over his steady heartbeat. The last thing I remember before succumbing to sleep is his fingers combing through my hair and feeling safer than I ever have in my entire life.
7
DIEGO
Ilook in my fridge for the tenth time this morning, hoping it somehow magically filled itself up with fresh fruit and eggs since the last time I checked five minutes ago. No such luck.
Grunting in frustration, I grab the milk, thankful that at least I have something I can offer Camden for breakfast. I curse myself for having a cupboard full of MREs instead of fresh ingredients, which is a new feeling for me.
All of this is new, but I’m done running from it. I already knew I’d never let her go after rescuing her from Stitch and his minions, and that was only further solidified after she told me about growing up in Revenant Church.
My hands ball up into tight fists as I replay her words in my mind. Her parents let the leaders of the church lock their daughter up for weeks. They abused her and tried to break her, but my girl fought back every step of the way.
I’m so damn proud of her and the woman she’s choosing to become. It would have been easy to fall back into the same cycle, to believe the lies, and not question those in charge. Instead, Camden followed her instincts and did what she had to do to get out.
The sound of Camden’s cute feet padding down the hallway fills the air, making my heart stutter and then pound against my ribcage. The soft, sleepy angel appears in the opening to the kitchen and smiles brightly at me. I’ll treasure each and every smile she gives me, knowing how hard she fought to keep her light.
