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His fingers move down, his palms pausing over my far-from-flat belly.

“I love this,” he says.

“I’m fat.”

“If I wanted hardness and muscle, I’d fuck one of my brothers.” He snorts.

My breath catches. He can’t be gay, but bisexual perhaps. “Would you?”

“That thought turn you on? Wanna see some man-on-man action?” He chuckles into my ear as I’m wondering whether I would or would not. “Sorry to disappoint, darlin’, but I don’t swing that way. Though, if you’re interested, maybe I can hook us up with some brothers that do. Only to watch though.” He rests his fingers on the pulse point in my neck and laughs again as I feel my skin flush. “I’m selfish and I want you to be all mine.”

My breath catches as he slips his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and applies pressure on my mound.

“I’m going to see you naked this time,” he warns, as he diverts to undo the button, then draws down the zipper. After he pushes them off my hips, I kick my legs, so they fall to my feet, then flick off my sandals and let my pants drop to the ground.

Turning me around, he leisurely inspects my body, his eyes moving up, then down. A grin slowly appears on his face, and his eyes look heated. It might be wishful thinking, but I see nothing in his expression but appreciation and desire.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

STORYTELLER

Attraction can be a strange thing. What appeals to one man might not appeal to another. And any one man’s ideal can be blown out of the water when elements he might not have considered before are packaged together in a particular way.

Sheri’s a perfect pear-shape—small-breasted, but wide hips. She’s utterly beautiful with it. While she’s rounded and curved, her skin is so soft and smooth I can’t keep my hands off her.

When I re-entered the room, having gotten our stuff, it was blindingly obvious that she was nervous. Her slight shiver and tremors reminded me that, for now at least, she’s carrying my child inside her, and I can’t just fuck her in my normal style.

I’d taken her virginity with no thought other than to get the job done and over. This time, I want to show her what it is like to be with a lover. We’ve no audience, no need to hurry.

She stands in front of me, wearing plain white panties, but with her blazing red hair streaming over her shoulders. she’s the most enticing woman I’ve ever seen. Me, StoryTeller, who’s fucked more women than I can remember, swallow hard, as I realise there’s never been a time before when my performance has mattered so much.

She’s so insecure, and that’s all down to her fucked-up family. I vow going forward it will be my job to convince her that no one else matters, and that she’s special to me.

When her mouth turns down, I realise I’ve been staring too long, and she’s losing her confidence all over again. It’s time to worship her body, to show her just how much she’s come to mean to me.

Moving fast, I pull her toward me, slam my lips on hers, use my tongue to apply pressure, then, when she opens, sweep it inside. Just like our other kisses, this one has all the blood draining straight to my dick. I groan, and she moans as our mouths mate.

My dick’s insisting I move this along, envious of my tongue being inside her. I pull back with little kisses applied to each side of her mouth, then lifting her bridal style, place her in the middle of the bed.

I pull those white panties off her, and spread her legs, holding them parted when she tries to lock them back together. Then, I lower my head.

Her gasp of shocked surprise suggests no one’s gone down on her before. Her movements, and those sexy little sounds she’s making, soon show me what she likes and dislikes. I might have done this a time or two before, so I’m not surprised that before long, my head’s being trapped between her thighs and all her muscles are tensing. And there it is. When she comes with a scream, her back bowing off the bed, it’s my name on her lips.

The last time I heard that was a lifetime ago, before Fi cheated on me.

Sheri’s not Fi, I already know that. The two women couldn’t be further apart. Even her taste seems to be sweeter as I lick and nibble, bringing her down from her height, then ramping her up and over it for a second time.

When her breath seems to steady, I raise my head to look into her eyes, loving the stunned disbelief I can see there.Oh yeah, babe, it gets even better.I rise onto my knees and line myself up.

It might not be the first time I’ve taken her bare, but it’s the first that I’ve been able to watch myself doing it. Seeing my naked dick disappear into her tight pussy almost has me blowing on the spot. I throw back my head, trying to focus on something different, but it’s so damn difficult with her cunt squeezing the hell out of my cock. Mentally issuing her an apology that there’s no way in hell I’m going to last long, I ease myself all the way in.

“Jesus. You feel good,” I tell her, knowing immediately the memories of the last time had led me astray. I’d remembered it being good, but this is out of the world fucking fantastic. Never, ever has being inside a woman felt this way before.

It’s not just physical, it’s a mental connection. It’s the trust she has in me.

I’m a biker. I like to fuck, but as I pull out and back in with slow determined movements, I know this isn’t fucking, this is making love.

Raising her hips slightly, I swivel my hips, watching her expressions to show when I’m hitting that magic spot inside, loving the way she bites her lip and how the flush on her cheeks darkens. The sounds that are coming out of her mouth encourage me on.

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