Page 81 of Cocky Biker

Her book.The Prince’s Prerogative.

“What are you doing?” She pushed the door closed and locked it, shutting out the world.

He didn’t reply, just kept on reading as though utterly absorbed.

“Wyatt?”

He raised his head and peered over the pages. “You’re here.”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He set the book aside, and a sinful grin pulled at his lips. “I’ve been waiting for my virgin bride.”

“Virgin bride?” She kicked off her heels, pushing them to one side.

What is he talking about?

“Yeah. I’m this prince … whoever … and you’re my hot bride.”

If she’d been excited before about some quality naked time with Wyatt, now she was ecstatic. Was he really going to indulge her in fantasy role play again? Seemed he was.

“Prince James,” she said, swiping her tongue over her lips. The red gloss was gone from them. The tube sat on the bedside table, beside the book.

“Yeah, that’s the one.” He took hold of the sheet. “I started reading where you left off, and now this prince wants his new bride to become fully acquainted with the male body.”

“Fully acquainted.” She held in a giggle. The words just didn’t seem right coming from a heavily tattooed, muscle-bound biker with a fucked-up face.

He flicked back the sheet, revealing his bricked abdomen and cock.

Her heart sped up. God, he was hard. So hard and fully erect. The long shaft sticking straight up with two thick veins visible, and the domed head glossy.

“Yeah,” he said, taking his shaft in his fist. “Come here and let me show you how I like it.”

What he’d said certainly sounded like it could be a scene from her book. His attention to detail made her fall for him just a little bit more.

He smoothed up and down his cock as she moved toward him. “Sit,” he commanded.

She did as he’d asked and perched on the side of the bed.

“A man’s cock must be treated with respect but also firmness,” he said, his attention on her face. “Don’t be scared of it.”

Does the prince say that?

Is that what he just read?

“And you will learn how to please me, with your hand, your mouth, and your pussy.” The right side of his mouth twitched in a devilish grin. “Starting now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck, I’d forgotten how much I liked you calling me that.”

She giggled. “So where should I start, Sir?”

“Here, take over. Do this.” He reached for her right hand and placed it around his hot, steely cock. “Up and down, base to tip.”

With a firm grip, she set up the familiar movement, giving a little twist at the end of his shaft.

Dropping his head back, he closed his eyes. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

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