Page 11 of Her Beastly Biker
I nod.Please touch me. Just touch me.
His large cock bobs as he leans forward and places his rough hands on my legs. I shiver at the contact.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.So damn masculine that it’s hard to breathe. All muscles and strength, andall mine.
He runs his hands up underneath my short black dress. “Did you wear this dress hoping I would see you in it?” he asks huskily.
I nod, because yes, I did. I remember standing in front of the mirror running my hand down my body, wandering if he would be turned on by what he saw.
His hand slides up higher until it lingers at the edge of my panties. “Baby, I’m going to take these off now. I want to taste you.”
I’ve become mute, apparently. I nod.
Hawk obviously doesn’t have my problem. He murmurs things while taking off my panties and pushing up my dress. Things about how sweet I smell, how good my pussy will taste, dirty things that make me blush and make my body clench with want.
He pushes my legs apart and I gasp as his tongue takes a long lick at the seam of my folds.Oh, shit.
I bury my fingers in his hair.
“So good,” he mutters, “you taste so damn good.”
He begins to eat me in earnest, licking and sucking like I’m his last meal and he wants to taste absolutely every bite. I cry out, feeling sensations of pure bliss run through me. Electricity explodes in my body.
“I can’t, I can’t…” I shake my head from side to side, not sure what I’m trying to hold onto.
“Please, God.” My legs start to shake.
“Let go, baby, let go.” I hear Hawk’s voice as if from far away and then he sucks my clit into his mouth.
My body does let go then. I go wild. My hips rear up and my body loses all control. I feel myself explode and there is a riot of sensations that I’ve never felt before.
He starts to move away, but my hands hold tight to his forearms. I continue to shake, and I can feel the wetness sliding down my legs.
He grins up at me, a look of complete satisfaction on his face.
I sit up suddenly, wanting more even as my body feels already overwhelmed. I pull at my dress, needing it off, needing to be bare beneath him.
He chuckles as he watches me struggle with it.
“Aarrgh,” I say in frustration.
He finally pulls with me, and I throw the dress to the side. I need him, now.
“Anxious, baby girl?” he asks in a soft tone.
I grab him around the neck. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He leans over me.
“I’ll suit up for you, baby, but I really, really want you bare. I’ve been tested. I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”
I nod. I want him bare too. I don’t want anything between us. I need to feel this man, all of him.
“Now, Hawk. Just us.”
His eyes darken to a moody greyish blue. He takes a deep breath, and I can feel he’s barely holding onto his control.
There’s no more foreplay. No more chuckles or coherent talking. Just a messy kiss with tongues and lust and then the feeling of his body covering mine.
