Page 82 of Cocky Biker

She kept on going, a slow, steady, indulgent pace.

God help her, he was beautiful like this. Relaxing into bliss, the tension gone from his brow and his mouth parted as he breathed deep. His chest rose and fell, and she could make out a pulse beating in his neck.

“Mmm…” He groaned. “Good, but a bit firmer at the base.”

She squeezed tighter, and he gritted his teeth, his jawline tensing.

“Is this right?”

“Fuck yeah.”

His cock swelled harder in her hand, silk on steel. A thrill went through her, speeding up her heart rate and clenching her pussy.

“A little slower,” he said. “We’re not racing to the finish line tonight.”

She bit on her bottom lip and concentrated on the precision of her movements, treating his cock with adoration and delighting at his solidity.

After a few minutes, a pearly drop of pre-cum appeared from his slit. She swiped over it with her thumb, using it as lube as she worked him.

“Ah fuck,” he said, raising his head from the pillow and catching her wrist. “You’ve got a gift for that. No more instruction necessary.”

“Are you sure, my prince?” She giggled.

“Yeah, but strip. I want you naked.”

“Yes, Sir.”

With another groan, he dropped his head back to the pillow. This time, he kept his eyes open and watched her.

Belle stood, desire making her tremble. “This bodice is rather tight.” She peeled off her tiny top to reveal her lacy bra. “It will be a relief to remove it.” She unhooked her bra and let it slip down her arms. Her breasts hung heavy, nipples tight, and the heat of his gaze on them was like an actual physical caress.

“Jesus, you have the best tits, Belle. Like really, they’d win trophies and stuff.” He paused. “Not that I want anyone else seeing them.”

She tweaked her nipples and arched her back. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.” He pointed at her Daisy Dukes. “Now them. Off. I wanna see your sexy pussy.”

I guess the prince has left the room.

She didn’t care. She just wanted Wyatt. He’d quickly become her everything. The focus her body couldn’t tear its concentration from. Almost shaking with anticipation, she unbuttoned her shorts and shoved them down her legs. After kicking them away, she hooked her fingers into her panties. “You want these off too?”

“You know damn well I do.” His voice was practically a growl.

Smiling, she slowly rolled them down her thighs, bending forward so her breasts hung heavily. She let the panties fall off and placed her hands on her waist, jutting her hips to the side.

He released a juddering breath. “Come here.”

She did.

“Sit.”

As she perched on the edge of the bed again, he reached for her lip gloss. “Come here.” He took the lid of the gloss with one hand, and with the other, caught her chin. “Keep still.”

The sensation of him applying the slick gloss to her lips was super sexy. It made her lips tingle, and the sensation went to her nipples and then her pussy.

He was thorough, carefully coating each lip. When he was done, he pulled back and admired his handiwork. “That’s better.”

She pouted at him.

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