Page 9 of Biker

Maybe I am.

He snaps my garter against my skin, and I gasp as I clench my thighs together. The humming sound he makes is filled with a promise of more where that came from. Visions of Porter spanking me fill my mind and I whimper.

When his fingers glide over the lace of the panties I have on, the panties he sent me, I know he can feel how wet I am for him. He glides his fingers inside and I spread my legs slightly, wanting more and not giving a single fuck about where we are.

I grind my ass back against his hips, feeling the hard ridge of his cock. It only turns me on more, my tits heaving against the neckline of my dress as I try to focus on the way his touch lights me up. I’ve never done anything with anyone in public like this. I had no idea it would turn me on as much as it does.

I don’t think I’d say no if he fucked me right here and now. It would be a horrible idea, but I’m too far gone in the lust fog that Porter creates around me.

“Soaked,” he grunts, his lips kissing and nipping at my neck.

His finger circles my clit and I buck my hips, wanting more, needing it. The low chuckle that comes from him sounds dark and delicious against my skin. It’s smokey like whiskey and I want to drink it down. My fingers tighten around the shelf and as much as I want to reach back and wrap my arms around his neck, I force myself not to give in.

“Please,” I whisper, the sound broken and desperate.

Before I can take another breath, Porter plunges two fingers inside my pussy and starts to pump, his thumb pressing down on my clit and making stars dance across my vision. I squeeze my eye shut and fall into the sensations of the way this man is touching me.

It’s wrong.

I shouldn’t allow this where I work.

There’s no way I can stop it now.

He came here for me. To see me in the dress he picked out for me and told me to wear. I put it on knowing I was following his directions and it’s been turning me on all day.

“Porter,” I gasp, barely caring about how loud I’m being as I whimper and grind down against his hand.

“That’s right,” he rasps. “I want you to drench my fingers with your juices. I’m going to lick it off so I can have your taste on my tongue the rest of the day, but first you have to come.”

“Fuck,” I hold out the word, my thighs start to shake has he finger fucks me harder, circling his thumb around my clit and making it feel like electricity is flowing through my body.

“I’ve been thinking about you in this dress all day and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to see it. I needed to see what’s mine and you wrapped up in something beautiful while it still pales in comparison to you.”

“Sweet and dirty,” I mumble. Or maybe I just think it. I’m not sure anymore.

The landscape of my mind is filled with flashes of color as pleasure coils tighter inside of me. I’m close and I can only hope I don’t scream when he makes me come.

“And all yours,” he tells me, sincerity dripping from his words the same way my thighs are dripping with my wetness. “Come for me, Starlet,” he grits out.

His words push me right over the edge and just as my lips part and I’m sure I won’t be able to control how loud I am, his hand covers my mouth. I’m lost in the feeling of floating, soaring, flying. It’s freeing in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Just like it was the other night.

All because of him.

He’s a dangerous man. Not just because of the life he leads, but because of the way he’s already wormed his way deep inside my heart.

There is no protecting myself from him. Although, I’m going to try.

After he wrings the last of my orgasm from me, he moves his hand away from my mouth as he slips his fingers from my pussy. At the sound of him slurping, I turn around to face him on shaky legs. His hazel eyes are pools of liquid gold as he makes sure to clean his fingers thoroughly while groaning with satisfaction.

My cheeks heat and I’m sure they’re turning pink. I’m not sure if it’s from embarrassment or something else.

Before I can think too deeply about it, Porter is hauling me forward against his chest and kissing me until I melt against him.

“There’s a party at the clubhouse next weekend. You’re coming with me.” He smirks at me, all sexy swagger. “I’ll be seeing you before then as well.”

I blink up at him and find myself nodding even though he didn’t ask. I should rail against his words, but, instead, he’s stolen another piece of my heart.

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