Page 19 of Her Obsessed Biker
The words hit me like a bullet straight to the chest. I don’t deserve her, but there’s no going back now. I’m already in too deep.
I strip my shirt off over my head, her eyes tracking the movement like she can’t look away. She sits up, tentative fingers brushing over my chest, my shoulders, the old scars and inked skin.
“God,” she whispers. “You’re beautiful.”
I huff a rough laugh and shake my head. “That’s not a word people usually use for me.”
“It’s the word I use,” she says, fingers trailing down to my belt. Her movements are slow, uncertain. “Can I…?”
I nod, covering her hands with mine. “Let me.”
I make quick work of the buckle, and she unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down along with my boxers until I’m naked in front of her. I chuckle at the small gasp that leaves her mouth at the sight of me, rock-hard for her already. “It’s okay, darlin’, we’ll take our time. I’ll make it so good for you, I swear.”
Then I go to her, my hands trembling slightly as I grip the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. Her bra is simple cotton, soft and white. Nothing fancy.
And it wrecks me.
I trail my fingers down her bare arms, then reach behind her and unclip the bra with ease. She lets it fall away, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. Her breasts are perfectly round and perky with huge, puckered nipples, begging to be sucked.
“Jesus, Piper…” I murmur, unable to look away. “You’re…perfect.”
She’s blushing, smiling shyly, her hands coming up to hide herself, but I don’t let her. I catch her wrists gently, press them to the mattress.
“Don’t hide from me,” I whisper against her lips. “Not ever.”
I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the way she melts into me, trusting and soft and so damn responsive. Every brush of my mouth earns a sigh, every touch a gasp. Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging me closer, wordless in her need.
I kneel at the edge of the bed, kiss a path down her stomach, her thighs. She arches for me, hands buried in the sheets, body trembling beneath me.
“Rock,” she moans breathlessly “W-what are you…? Ooh, don’t stop.”
I chuckle, then swipe my tongue over her dripping folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet and delicious.”
She moans as I suck her clit into my mouth, rubbing my beard on her thighs to increase the sensations. She buries her fingers in my hair, pushing my head deeper into her. “Oh God!”
I raise my head to blink at her. “You like that?” I tease.
She nods jerkily, running her tongue over her lips in a way that sends lust shooting through my veins.
“Say it.”
“I like it.”
“What about this?” I ask, lowering my mouth to her again, sucking harder this time.
“Oh, yes!” she screams, fisting my hair in her hands.
I flick my tongue, circling around the throbbing bud, fueled by her needy pants. She whimpers and wiggles, her body writhing restlessly.
“Please,” she begs.
I slip two fingers inside her, curving them upward to her G-spot while I continue to suck her clit. She arches off the bed, her fingers leaving my hair to claw at my shoulders as her body trembles violently.
“Breathe, baby,” I whisper, kissing the inside of her upper thigh. “Relax for me.”
Her muscles tremble around me as I work her open, gently coaxing her body to accept the intrusion. I use my thumb to circle her clit, soft and slow, and it works. She starts moving with me, riding the rhythm, her moans spilling freely now.
“Rock…” she whispers, her voice breaking.
