Page 57 of Her Demanding Biker
Love.
Shit.
I slipped off the edge of the bed, my bare feet hitting the cool concrete floor. Then I shucked my jeans, letting them fall to the floor at my feet.
I lifted one foot, clearing it from my clothes. The other I shook, eager to get it off.
Placing my knee on the edge of the bed, I reached for her ready to do battle with her dress.
It came off with a simple pull over her head.
"I thought... I thought I'd have to find the zipper or... something."
"Loose is easier."
I nodded.
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.
