Page 22 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

Katie released a shaky breath, turning her face to the side and burrowing into my bicep. I could feel the scorching heat of her cheeks.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, dove,” I mumbled into the top of her head with a kiss.

I stroked her clit slowly, watching every shiver of ecstasy that coursed through her. Katie rocked her hips into my palm,desperate for more friction. I teased a finger lower, sliding just inside her pussy. She gasped and clutched my arm tighter.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear.

Katie shook her head, gripping my bicep hard enough to leave crescent moon imprints from her nails. I curled a second finger inside her, pressing into her silky walls. She swore softly, her hot breath against my skin.

Pulling back, I turned Katie around, pinning her back to the mirror. Her eyes flew open with surprise and locked on me. I cupped her chin so she couldn’t look away again, and watched the haze of arousal cloud her vision as I slipped my fingers back into her slick pussy.

“That’s my girl,” I growled. “Fuck, you’re so wet, you little minx. We could get caught at any moment. Is that the part that turns you on? Or is it the fact that anyone could hear you scream my name right now?”

As if on cue, Lila’s voice rang through the shop, greeting a customer. Katie sucked in a sharp breath, clamping a hand over her mouth. I smirked and twisted my fingers knuckles-deep, pummeling her g-spot. A muffled noise escaped her as she grabbed the front of my cut.

Her eyes pleaded for mercy. But I traced a fingertip along one cup of her bra and tugged it down. I crowded her against the mirror, dipped my head, and sucked her rosy pink nipple into my mouth.

At first, she recoiled with uncertainty. Then she arched into me. I took her wrist, guiding her arm around my neck, wordlessly encouraging her to do it, to take what she wanted.

Katie hesitated for a moment, before she threaded her fingers into my hair, standing on tiptoe in an effort to get impossibly closer. Her barely clothed curves pressing against the sun-warmed black leather of my cut was my undoing.

“You’re starving, aren’t you, baby?” I said, licking a stripe up her neck. I plucked and twisted her nipple, soaking up every gasp and whimper she made. “I can feel you dripping down my knuckles. That’s how hungry you are to be stuffed full of cock.”

Katie’s mouth dropped open, part shock, part arousal. I kissed her hard, plying her lips apart with my tongue. She opened readily for me, nails scratching the back of my neck, nipples grazing my chest.

Fuck, if she had been anyone else, I would have been inside her by now. God knows my cock was aching to be released. But I couldn’t risk it. If Katie felt rushed, she might retreat into her protective shell again.

Gripping her hips, I sat on the small bench in the corner and pulled Katie into my lap. With her hands on my shoulders for support, she straddled me, a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. She curled her shoulders inward.

In this position, I was eye-level with her tits—which was heaven for me, but she looked as if she would wither away at any moment.

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby girl,” I said.

“But…”

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. Katie started to cover her chest with one arm, but I moved it aside.

“But what?” I prompted.

She made a noise of frustration.

“It’s awkward. I’m…right in your face.”

I chuckled and trailed my hands up her back, guiding her closer until my chin grazed the top of her breasts.

“Not nearly enough for my liking.”

I traced her cleavage with my tongue. Katie let out a breathlessoh, shivering from head to toe.

“Trust me,” I added. “I could die a very happy man right here.”

She hedged, gradually warming to the idea.

“Really?”

“Do I need to prove it to you?”

Tugging her bra down fully this time, I sucked at her nipples, biting them lightly until Katie writhed. I kneaded her ass in my palms, filling my hands with every inch of her I could reach.

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