Page 22 of Her Obsessed Biker
“I’ve got you, kitty,” he breathes, nibbling across my cleavage to my other breast. His diabolical fingers tug at the wet nipple he left behind, pinching it gently until I push up and into his hand. “Impatient,” he murmurs, chuckling lightly.
He slides back onto his knees and rises, his thighs spread between mine, his cock thick and hard and bobbing under its weight.
Everything in me tightens with ravenous greed. His huge body looks like it’s carved from rock-hard slabs of defined muscle, his inked skin sheened with perspiration. I let my eyes glide down to his cock, barely resisting the urge to lick my lips. He would make a statue as beautiful as Michelangelo’sDavid, but with a much more flagrantly erotic edge.
“You’re so…gorgeous,” I murmur, unable to resist brushing my hand over him, up his thigh, over the V between his thighs and abdomen.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls, taking my mouth in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. Lifting me, he turns us so his back is to the headboard and I’m spread over him. Our flesh slides against each other, slickened by sweat. His hands are everywhere, his muscled body straining upward. I cup his face, licking fast into his mouth, trying to satisfy my thirst for him.
He reaches between my legs, delving reverently into my slit, striking the roughened pads of his fingers over my clit. I let out a throaty moan, my hips circling. He fingers me leisurely, building my need, his kiss gentling into a slow, deep fucking of my mouth.
I grind my teeth against the pleasure coursing through my veins, my entire body quivering as he cups me in his hand. He slides his long middle finger lazily into me, rubbing his palm against my clit while his fingertip strokes over the delicate tissues inside me. His other hand grips my hip, holding me in place, restraining me.
Rock’s control seems absolute, his seduction wickedly precise.
Pulling back, I sit up and reach for his cock, with both hands this time, and I slowly stroke him from root to the tip. I repeat the movement, and just when I’m starting to wonder if I’m doing it right, Rock pushes back against the headboard with a deep groan, his finger curving inside me. I watch, riveted, as a thick drop of precum rolls to one side of his glans, then slides down the length of him to pool at the top of my fist.
“Fuck, kitty,” he growls. “You’re killing me.”
I stroke him again, wildly aroused by his pleasure and the knowledge that I have such a profound effect on him.
He lets out a soft curse, his fingers leaving me. Then he grabs my hips, dislodging my grip on him, and yanks me forward. His hips buck upward, his raging cock driving into me.
I cry out, clutching at his shoulders for dear life, my walls clenching sporadically around his length.
“Piper…”
My name is a breathless prayer on his lips. He throws his head back, his jaw and neck taut with strain as he submits to the waves of a powerful orgasm. His seed spurts into me, hot and hard, until I’m filled to the brim. “Take it,” he groans, driving up into me with a force that has the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. “Take me.”
My nails dig into his unyielding muscles, my mouth opened to draw in desperate breaths of air, and I moan, welcoming the soreness of having him so deep. Suddenly, I can’t take it anymore. My body stiffens, my back bowing as heated pleasure tears through me.
Through my orgasm, instinct takes over, my hips moving of their own volition, my thighs clenching and releasing as I focus only on the moment, the man who’s upturned my world in only a few hours.
“That’s it, kitty,” he encourages hoarsely, his erection still hard inside me as if he didn’t just have a teeth-grinding climax.
His thrusts are slower now, but more intense, his hands fisted in the comforter. His biceps clench and flex with his movements, his abs tightening every time I take him to the hilt, his muscles glistening with sweat.
He let go of control, giving himself up to me. And that, to me, is sexy as hell.
I moan his name, my core clenching rhythmically. I can feel yet another orgasm rushing up at me. Too quickly. I falter, my senses overwhelmed.
“Please,” I gasp. “Rock, please.”
He catches me by the nape and waist, then flips us over so I’m flat on my back. Pinning me tightly, he holds me immobile, thrusting into me over and over…claiming me with fast, powerful thrusts. The friction of his thick cock rubbing and surging within me is too much. I jolt violently and come again, my walls clenching around him and my fingers clawing into his skin.
Shuddering, Rock follows me over. He buries his face in my neck, his arms tightening until I can barely breathe.
It takes a while before the world finally comes to focus again. Rock kisses me gently on the forehead, a stark contrast to the way he just unraveled me seconds ago. My chest still heaves, heart thudding in time with the aftershocks of pleasure rolling through me. I’m limp, floating, but grounded by the weight of his arms still wrapped around me.
“You want coffee, kitty?” he murmurs against my temple.
I manage a small smile. “Yeah. I’d love some.”
Without another word, he lifts me in his arms, wrapping the sheets around me, and carries me out of the bedroom to the kitchen. He sets me gently on the cool marble counter, and I watch as he moves around the kitchen. Naked. In all his beautiful glory.
It’s hard to concentrate with his gorgeous body on display. His back muscles shift with every movement. The black ink covering his arms and ribs is stark against his tan skin—coiled serpents, knives, words in Latin I can’t read. Danger and strength is etched into every inch of him. His body is brutal and hard, but I’ve felt the tenderness in his touch. I’ve seen and tasted part of him he doesn’t show anyone.
Rock is different from any man I know. Tough, yet tender. He makes me feel safe. Protected.
