Page 35 of Her Obsessed Biker
“Please, baby, please…” I beg shamelessly, desperate for release.
Rock leans forward and swipes his tongue over my pussy like a fucking dog, and that single action almost sends me to the great beyond.
“Rock!”
He grins, pumps his erection once, twice…then leans forward and kisses me hard on the mouth. I close my eyes, reveling in the taste of myself on his lips. Without breaking the kiss, he grabs my hands and pins them above me on the mattress. Then he shifts his hips and with one hard thrust, he drives into me.
We both let out a long, deep moan.
Still kissing me, he moves against me. The angle is so deep, it feels like he’s pushing against my womb.
“You feel so good, baby,” I moan. He releases my hands and I bury my fingers in his dark messy curls, pulling him closer to me.
He rocks his hips slowly, almost soothingly, while his cock stretches me to my limit. For a moment, I feel like I’m floating, drifting between heaven and hell.
“Rock,” I say.
He holds himself up on his arms and looks down at me. “Yes, kitty?”
God, he’s so beautiful. This man.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper between my clenched teeth.
His gaze goes dark and thirsty. He begins to thrust fast and hard, and the muscles of his torso go rigid. I hold on to his hard, sweat-slick biceps and pull myself deeper onto his cock.
“Yes, kitty,” he says, his voice rough. “Come for me.”
My orgasm breaks free at last, my pussy clenching violently around him. I let out a wanton cry, my nails digging into his skin, begging him to stop and not stop at the same time.
Rock keeps going until it feels like I can’t breathe anymore.
And even then, he’s not done.
With a deep growl, he pulls out of me quickly, then flips me over so I’m on all fours. He tucks a pile of pillows under my hips and knocks me down from my hands to my elbows. Now my ass is high in the air.
“Yes,” he hisses, stroking my ass. “Fuck, yes.”
He gets behind me, spreading my legs wide with his knee. He runs his hands up and down my back and grabs my ass cheeks in his big hands before letting go and then bringing his palms down with a sharp smack. The momentary pain lights up my nervous system and sends blood straight to my buzzing clit.
Rock puts one hand on the base of my spine, and with his other hand, he guides his dick into my dripping, twitching pussy. Then he grabs my hips and thrusts hard. Again. And again. Until the sound of our skin clapping together fills the room.
I arch my back and rest my forehead against the armrest, focusing on the creaking sound of the couch against the ground to keep me grounded.
With a groan, Rock leans back and changes his angle, reaching around my hip to slide his hand between my body and thepillows. With the pad of his finger, he strokes my clit in time with his deep, rhythmic thrusts.
“Oh God,” I whisper.
And suddenly I’m coming again, screaming into the couch cushion. Rock spanks my ass again, hard, a bestial growl rumbling from deep within his chest as he comes inside of me. Hot and hard.
A long time after, when the world finally seems like it isn’t spinning on its axis anymore and I’m wrapped cozily in Rock’s arms, I tell him the news that’s been on the tip of my tongue all day.
“I’m pregnant.”
My words are greeted with silence. His body has gone rigid, and it almost seems like he’s not breathing anymore. I twist my neck to look at him, just in time to catch the play of emotions on his handsome face.
“Are you really…?” His voice cracks.
I nod, blinking back the sudden sting in my eyes. “Yeah.”
