Page 51 of Her Demanding Biker
"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.
She didn't want to chat.
We could dothatanytime.
But now, I had her.
I had her nearly naked in my bed.
I wrapped my hands around her thighs and lifted them, parting them with one leg on either side of me.
The sight of her pussy, open and wet, was just that for me, a fucking wet dream.
I wanted to taste that need on my tongue but that was going to wait.
Leaning over, I dragged my pillow over and slid it under her hips.
The view was almost obscene... and I fucking loved it.
I braced a hand near her hip and grabbed my dick with the other.
"Arlys." I looked at her, needing her to see the truth in my eyes. "There's never been anyone else but you."
"I want you inside me, Logan. Please?"
