Page 78 of Panther's Magpie
It’s way too soon for it, yet my heart is full of it. I don’t know if I’m in love with Calloway, but I damn sure feel like I could fall for him quick, fast, and in a hurry.
When his hand slides up my stomach, all thoughts flee my head. In this moment, all I can focus on is his skin on mine. My breath hitches as he finds my breasts. They aren’t much. Only a generous B cup, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He squeezes them as if they are the best damn things he has ever felt in his life.
“Fuck, you feel so good. You want this, right? You want me to keep going?” he asks.
I expected him to be dominant. To tell me what I want. Somehow, this softer side is even more attractive to me. It’s like a big green flag waving.
“Yes. I want this.”
He pinches my nipple, making my back arch.
“Are you one hundred percent sure? There is no going back from this.”
I could say no. I could back away and go back to my boring and lonely life in California and never think about the tattooed biker that I left behind in Colorado. I would never have to worry about danger or cops.
I don’t want that, though. I don’t care what strings come attached to Calloway. Whatever they are, we will face them together. All I want is him.
“I’m sure.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “Good, because, Magpie, I think I’m already addicted to you.”
With that, he lowers his head, kissing me once more as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. I moan into his mouth with him swallowing the sound. It’s so erotic that I grip his hips and pull him over so he is between my legs.
He chuckles against my lips, settling more firmly on me. I grind up into him, loving the feeling I get between my legs.
Reaching for his pants, I unbutton them. I’m surprised to find him without boxers on. The only thing between us is his jeans, which only drives me more wild.
“Fuck, Magpie. You can’t do that. I’m already on edge.”
He groans as I reach in and grab his cock. I run my thumb over his head, making him hiss. I do it again, hitting the metal bar. Holy shit. He’s pierced. He’s fucking pierced.
“Well, then you better put this thing to use before I do something silly like push you over the edge.”
His eyes flash with challenge. “Sure thing, darling.”
Pulling my hand away from his cock, he grabs the shirt I’m wearing, peeling it off my body, leaving me topless. Before I can let the shock set in, he has my pants down as well, leaving me naked beneath him.
“Hold on, Magpie. I’m going to show you what it’s really like being with a biker.”
I swallow hard. What did I get myself into?
PANTHER
Maggie is the single most gorgeous woman I have ever met. She doesn’t even try to be sexy. She just is.
Looking down at her now, naked beneath me, I can barely hold it together.
She might be seven years younger than me, but fuck if I care. She is meant to be mine. I feel it in my bones.
Now my little magpie wants to throw down a challenge? I was being nice before. I needed to be sure she wanted me for real and that this isn’t some misplaced trauma bonding or some shit. I knew once I got a taste of her, I would never give her up.
That man is gone now, though. Now she will get the full force of the panther. She shouldn’t have asked for it because now I will wring every last bit of pleasure from her body that I can.
Leaning down, I kiss her softly. She melts into me, kissing me back. I don’t stay there long, though. Instead, I kiss down the side of her neck, loving how she arches her neck to give me more room. Suddenly, I bite her, pulling back to look at the red mark on her skin. It won’t stay long, but I plan to leave my marks all over her tonight.
Call me a caveman, but I want every single brother who sees her to know that she belongs to me. I don’t ever want there to be a question.
She doesn’t push me away as I bite and kiss my way down her body. Instead, she falls into it. She is loving every touch of my skin on hers. When I get to her breasts, I make sure to show eachone their own attention. I suck one nipple into my mouth, rolling the tip between my teeth as my hand mimics the motion on the other breast. She calls out my name, her hands getting lost in my hair as she pulls at me. I don’t care, though. She can pull each and every hair until I’m bald as long as she keeps saying my name like that.
