Page 84 of Cocky Biker

She grinned. The lip gloss would be a mess now, but she didn’t care.

He blew out a breath through pursed lips. “Give me a few seconds, I don’t wanna blow the minute I get inside you.”

“That will give us time for the condom.” She nodded at the box beside her book.

He frowned. “Do we have to?”

“Yeah. We have to.”

“Can’t we just make babies?”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Why not? You know I want kids.”

“Yeah, I know.” She paused. “But we haven’t been together long, and we’ve already taken one risk.”

The right side of his lips curled upward. “So what difference will one more risk make?”

“A big difference.” She tugged her arms and he released her. Reaching for a condom, she let her breast hang near his face.

He took the opportunity to suck her right nipple.

The luscious sensation of his hot mouth was distracting, but she managed to retrieve a condom. Fumbling, she opened it, then discarded the wrapper.

“Ah fuck, your tits taste so good,” he said, switching his oral attention to her other breast.

She trembled, and a flow of bliss traveled up her spine. “Wyatt.”

“Mmm.” He looked up at her.

“Let’s put this on.” She held up the condom.

“You do it.” He rested back again and gestured to his erection. “Since you’re the one who’s insisting on it.”

“You know it’s for the best.” She sat astride his thighs and took his cock in her hand. Her breaths were coming fast, the anticipation of getting his big hard cock inside her almost too much to bear.

Carefully, she rolled the condom on, trying not to rush even though she wanted to.

“Climb on, babe, and ride me.” He took his cock in his hand and grinned up at her. “Don’t stop until we’ve both been to Heaven and back.”

“You’re sure of yourself.” She laughed.

“Always.”

He gripped her waist and tugged her so her pussy was hovering over his cock. Lowering slightly, she allowed her entrance to kiss his tip.

“More,” he said, a frown creasing his brow and crinkling the Band-Aids. “More.”

She gave in, sinking onto him and groaning at the delicious stitch in her pussy as he stretched her with his wide girth.

A hiss left his mouth from between his teeth. She kept on going, taking all of him, so deep, so much until she was full and her ass was seated on the tops of his legs.

“Stay like that,” he said, reaching between her legs. He stroked over her clit with the pad of his thumb. With a groan, she let her head fall back and closed her eyes. How the hell did he know exactly how she liked it and exactly where?

He chuckled, though the sound was strained. “I’m gonna play with you until you forget what planet you’re on.”

Belle didn’t answer. She believed he had the capabilities to do that and more and was happy to hang on for the ride.

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