Page 99 of One Night with the Biker

But I wasn’t in the mood to be slow. I needed him, now, and I wasn’t going to wait. I pushed his jeans down, freeing his cock, and wrapped my hand around it, marveling at the heat, the thickness, the way it twitched in my grip.

“Ainsley,” he groaned, his head falling back as I stroked him, thumbing the tip. “Fuck, that feels good.”

A wicked smile curved my lips, and I leaned down, taking him into my mouth. He tasted like salt and man, like desire and need. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse my name. I sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around the head, my hands gripping his thighs to keep him steady.

“Stop,” he gasped, tangling his hands in my hair. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”

I pulled back, licking my lips, and gave him a sultry grin. “Then fuck me, Reese. Show me what you’ve got.”

He shed his clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. He was a vision, his body hard and muscular, his cock thick and long. I reached out, running my hands over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his muscles.

When he was naked, he returned to me, positioning himself between my legs, his hands on either side of my head. I reached down, wrapping my hands around his cock, feeling its thickness, its hardness. He hissed, his eyes closing as he savored my touch.

“Tease,” he growled.

I smiled, stroking him. “You like it.”

He groaned, his eyes opening. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”

A flush swept over me. He poised himself at my entrance, his cock teasing me, sliding along my seam.

“Ready?”

I nodded and rolled my hips. “Yes.”

His eyes locked on mine as he thrust inside me in one smooth motion. I gasped at the fullness, the way he stretched me, filled me, claimed me. He moved slowly at first, giving me time to adjust, his lips brushing mine with each thrust.

“You feel so good. So tight, so wet. You were made for me, Ainsley.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, faster. He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent and demanding. The bed creaked beneath us, the comforter long forgotten as we moved together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, low.

“You,” I whispered, my hands roaming over his back, tracing the contours of his body.

His weight was both comforting and exhilarating, a reminder of his strength and the power he held over me.

“Say you want me again,” he ordered in a rough whisper. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I breathed, lost in the moment and wishing it were true.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Harder,” I demanded, my nails digging into his back. “Fuck me harder, Reese.”

He growled, a primal sound that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and slammed into me with a force that made the bed bang against the wall. I cried out, my head thrown back, my body trembling on the edge of another orgasm.

“Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock.”

His words were my undoing. My orgasm crashed over me, a tidal wave of pleasure that left me screaming his name, clenching around him, milking him, drawing him closer to the edge. He thrust one last time, his body stiffening as he came, his seed spilling deep inside me, his name a hoarse whisper on my lips.

We collapsed together, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in unison. Reese’s breath was hot against my neck, his arms wrapped tightly around me, as if he was afraid to let me go.

“That was…” I started, but words failed me.

“I know,” he murmured, his lips brushing my hair. “It was everything.”

We lay there in silence, bound by the intimacy of what we’d shared. Even if it faded the moment the outside world intruded, for now, I’d cherish it and pretend it would last forever.

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