Page 65 of Her Demanding Biker
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?"
I gripped, hard.
I knew that if I didn't, I'd likely lose it with just the feel of her heat around me.
I wasn't at all prepared for the reality of it.
When her pussy wrapped around the head of his cock, it felt like an open-mouthed kiss, warm and inviting.
I squeezed my eyes closed, my teeth grinding together.
I felt like I might pass the fuck out, but I couldn't let it happen.
Her eyes were on me and then moved down.
As she watched, I sank into her.
Feeling her stretch around me.
The heat, wet, pulling on my dick, swallowing me whole.
Fuck.
She brought her knees up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
The last conscious thought I had was to kiss her.
I barely managed not to crush her as I fell over her.
"Give me your eyes, honey. Look at me."
The look in her eyes was open, wonderous... needy.
"You..." She sucked in a breath through her parted lips. "Give me... you."
What else could I do?
