Page 20 of Biker

I lean forward and kiss her with such reverence and softness that it’s almost like a dream. “Of course, I love you, McKenzie,” I whisper against her lips.

“I love you, Porter. So much. You’re my biker and I wouldn’t have it any other way,” her words are like a confession straight from the depths of her soul.

I kiss her again and when I pull back, she tries to follow me, chuckling at how damn cute she is. I don’t waste time blindfolding her since I’ve told her what I needed to. Now I need to show her just how deep my love goes and how much pleasure I can give her.

She nibbles on her lips as I kneel next to her, my cock begging to be let free. With every breath, I can feel her desperation for me to act, for me to tease her, for me to give her what she wants. I wait. The pressure mounting until it’s buzzing around us and shielding us from the outside world.

Nothing else exists except for me and my woman.

When I run the feather along her skin, she gasps and shudders at the contact. I don’t let her anticipate where she’ll feel the flutters of the feather against her skin next.

I run it down her leg. Across her belly. Over her breast. From shoulder to shoulder.

The way the colors of the peacock feather sit against her skin and the goosebumps it leaves in its wake are magical. That magic weaves around us, cocooning us before sinking in and becoming part of us.

“Porter,” she groans, her voice on edge and her muscles straining and trembling. “Please, Porter,” she begs, “I need you to fuck me. I want to be able to look into your eyes as you claim me and make me yours.”

I chuckle, the sound deep with an edge of danger. “You’re already mine. You became mine the moment I saw you and it’s been true every second since then.”

Her nipples are hard points begging for my mouth. I run the feather over one and then the other, loving the way her skin is pinking with how turned on she is.

When I cover one of her nipples with my mouth, sucking it between my lips and using my tongue to toy with it she groans, “Oh, fuck, yes.”

I’m tempted to see if I can get her to come with my mouth on her tits alone, but my cock isn’t having any of it. The fucker is practically ripping through my jeans to get to our woman, and I only have so much restraint.

I place the feather down and stand, stripping my jeans off before leaning over and running the tips of my fingers all over my woman’s body.

I whisper in her ear, “Are you ready for me, Starlet?”

“I think I’d die if I were any more ready,” she pants, and I can’t help but smile.

My woman is filled with quiet strength and sweet sass. There is something so vintage about her, but she’s also all modern woman. She’s a contradiction, but she’s mine. I wouldn’t have her any other way.

I follow my fingertips with my mouth, kissing and nipping at her skin and tasting her on my tongue. I hold onto the last remnants of my control because she needs me to. She needs me to be in charge and I’m able to only because of the trust she puts in me.

I won’t squander the gift she’s given me. When I spread her legs a little bit more and wedge my shoulders between them, she groans and tries to entice me by raising her hips. Her pussy is glistening with her arousal and it’s sexy as fuck to know she’s dripping because of me.

“I can see how wet you are,” my words skitter across her skin, and she shudders.

When I swipe my tongue between her pussy lips, her body freezes before she screams out my name. I knew she was right on the edge, but seeing her tumble over when I’ve barely touched her is more evidence of that magic.

I dive in between her thighs, licking up the taste of her and savoring it on my tongue. I growl against her clit before sucking it into my mouth. The sounds of pleasure she’s making seem like they’re coming to me from the end of a tunnel with how focused I am on making her come again.

When she does, when she soars, my eyes are locked on her face, and I can’t look away. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight than my woman laid out for me, restrained, and trusting me enough to take away her sight.

As I slide up her body slowly, I kiss my thanks along her skin. The way she blinks up at me, her brown eyes finding mine immediately, once I take her blindfold off makes my heart thump against the inside of my chest.

“Porter,” she murmurs softly, “I love you, but if you don’t put your big cock in me soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”

I move quickly, removing the restraints because I want to feel her wrap herself around me, which she does as soon as I cover her body with mine again. The way her nails dig into my shoulders spurs me on and I’m buried inside of her in one thrust.

We inhale together, our souls becoming one, when she’s stuffed full of me.

It’s only then that I start to move, the rhythm bringing us closer and expressing something which goes beyond words, beyond thought, beyond existence.

I kiss her softly as I fuck her roughly, our bodies needing one and our hearts the other. She meets my hips, her heels digging into me in a way that reminds me of my road name, and I intend to give her the ride of her life.

Forever.

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