Page 42 of My Three S**y Bikers

My chest heaved as Drake’s body moved closer to mine. He leaned down and I felt the warmth of his breath against my hair. I looked up, and our mouths met.

“You don’t have to do this. This wasn’t the point of tonight,” Drake said to me.

“Since when did you get shy? I want to. It feels like it would end a perfect night.”

His erection pressed into my stomach, showing that as much as he said he didn’t want it, he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

His lips barely brushed mine, and he was so gentle. Before, Drake would always be so rough as if he was a bear who needed feeding immediately. Now, it was as if he were indulging in the moment.

He changed the pace as he took my lower lip roughly between his and pulled me to him. He growled into my mouth and deepened our kiss as we shifted toward the bed.

Drake reached up, and my hair that had been in a ponytail was set free. Our kisses teased, going from rough and pulling apart. As we both stripped, our tongues would meet and slide against each other.

We were naked, and then he switched off the main light off, leaving on only the side light as he growled.

I laid on the bed with my legs wide open ready for him to take me, and I gasped as he came close and ground his cock against me. “Fuck! Is it bigger?”

He exhaled heavily into my mouth then cupped my ass and gave it a rough squeeze.

Our naked bodies next to each other made everything turn from slow to explosive as the muscles of my abdomen clenched with every movement, and I tried to control my breathing.

Our kisses grew long and deep with every inch of skin touched.

“Fuck, I missed you!” I yelled as he moved his lips from my mouth to my neck.

Drake paused for a second, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine, the ragged sound of our breathing, the heat of his kisses, and what lay ahead. He entered me slowly. The sensation of him inside me made me scream the place down.

“Yes!” I yelled as the bittersweet ache intensified, every movement more tense than before, and I loved it.

The pain of his rough fingertips on my hips only fueled my lust. My eyes closed, and his lips were no longer against mine, but rough against my neck.

My body was in tune with his, and it reacted to every touch and sound. I loved the way he made me feel, we’d never been like this. Never. I knew he had been with others, and it was clear by the way he was masterfully shifted his cock from one side to the next. He told me in the burger joint, and I felt jealous then, but now I knew without those women, he wouldn’t be able to pleasure me the way he was right now.

I was so close.

Too close.

I’d never wanted to consume another body as rabidly as his when he was inside me, but even like this, I could never seem to get close enough to the parts of him I wanted to feel.

His hips circled, and before I knew it, my nails dug deeply into his back and I had the taste of his sweat was on my lips. As I felt every inch of my body being sent to another dimension, I came so fucking hard.

“Motherfucker!” Drake yelled as he gave me one more powerful thrust and then tensed above me.

Shaking and exhausted, he collapsed with his face against my neck.

I ran my trembling hands through his damp hair as we lay together panting, his heart racing against my chest.

A million thoughts entered my mind while time passed.

“That was so intense. I’m exhausted,” Drake sighed as he rolled to the side.

This was when I realized he wasn’t just moving to the side of the bed but planning to leave. “Don’t go. I don’t want you to leave. Not yet.”

Maybe, he would while I was sleeping. Right now, the only thing I wanted was to feel his body next to mine, the comfort and love we had for each other was no longer a fading memory. It was still pretty much alive for me.

“I’ll stay, but I don’t want to take advantage of Playboy.”

Fair enough.

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