Page 64 of Her Demanding Biker
What the fuck did I know about women's clothes.
Looking down at it in my hands, I smiled. "It's a shame to hide under all this."
"It's cheap and I can still wear it when I'm huge."
I dropped the dress to the floor and looked at Arlys.
I could barely see her panties under the soft swell of her belly, the easiest place to see them was the fabric over her hip.
Then I dragged my gaze up to her breasts.
"Fuck me, gorgeous."
The pretty little tits that I'd loved to play with before were rounder now.
The bra she was wearing was barely holding them in.
I reached out a hand to touch, but she wrapped her arms across her chest.
"I thought you wanted me to-"
"If you touch me here, it’ll be over in a second." She turned her head looking away. "When I... when I touch myself... there-"
"Sensitive?"
She lifted her chin and nailed me with a look. "Very."
I nodded. "Okay."
"Okay?"
Her voice raised and she planted her hands on her hips and jutted out her chin.
The movement made her tits jiggle, and I felt something drip down along my cock.
I didn't have to look to know what had happened.
"Remember, you asked for hard."
She nodded, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with shallow, panting breaths.
I put my hands on her shoulder and set her down on her back before I reached for the waistband of her panties at her hip.
I gripped it with both hands and leaned down.
I kept my eyes on her and she kept her eyes on me, and I saw how dark her pretty eyes had become.
"Don't worry, honey. I'm gonna buy you a whole lot of pretty underwear to replace this.
I saw the moment she realized what my words meant, but I didn't wait. I pulled the cotton panties tight and bit the waistband between my teeth.
My beard brushed against her thigh as I tore the fabric, and she shuddered.
The movement felt like heaven against me.
I was tempted to say something, but then I remembered what she wanted.
Hard.
