Page 23 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

Tentatively, Katie began to grind against the ridge of my erection, her sticky juices coating my fly.

“Keep going, baby,” I said. “Don’t stop.”

Angling my legs wider, I shifted my hips up, giving her more access. Katie made a noise of frustration, all inhibitions gone, dry humping me like a pro. Her thighs trembled. I could feel the desperate heat of her empty pussy radiating through my jeans.

She was close—so, so close—but it wasn’t enough.

Cupping the back of Katie’s neck, I pulled her in for a searing, open-mouthed kiss. When I broke away, she scraped her teeth over her lower lip, eyes soft and round and pleading.

“My poor dove,” I murmured. “You want to come on my fingers, don’t you?”

The tips of her ears turned pink, but she didn’t shy away or hide. Katie gave a small, beseeching nod.

I curled my fingers inside her again, stretching her open just the way she needed me to. Pure bliss washed across her face—eyes closed, lips parted, neck arched with pleasure. Her walls clenched around me, trying to suck my fingers even deeper.

Katie opened her eyes and locked onto me, breathing hard, skin flushed the prettiest shade of pink.

“Goddamn, princess,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Your hair’s a mess. Tits out. And my hand buried between your thighs. You have no idea how fuckingexquisiteyou look right now.”

A smile spread across her face. She broke off with a gasp when I swiped my thumb across her clit, circling harder and harder. Katie shuddered, clawing at my shoulder.

“Maverick—yes—”

She burrowed into my chest, riding my fingers as she mindlessly chased the high of her orgasm. I grabbed her plump hip, my tattooed knuckles dark against her pale skin, coaxing her to keep moving even when she faltered.

My cock surged as I watched Katie shatter. With her shyness banished, now would be the perfect time to slide into that hot, wet pussy and make her come for a second time. God knows I’d had my fair share of quickies in changing rooms like this one.

But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. When Katie was finally wrapped around a cock for the first time in her life, I intended to take my time with her. It wouldn’t be a rushed job if I had anything to say about it.

Chapter seven

Katie

The haze of arousal began to clear from my mind and awareness came back, sharp and crystal clear. Maverick’s cut against my cheek. The steady thrum of his heartbeat. The delicious friction of his thick fingers in my pussy.

I swallowed around my suddenly dry mouth as I realized what we’d just done.

Holy shit.

Self-consciousness prickled across my skin, but it was overshadowed by a thrill that zipped up my spine. I actually feltsexy. Out of breath, and a little sticky, but still sexy. When I shifted in Maverick’s lap, I felt his stiff bulge against my thigh.

And before I realized what I was doing, I slid to the floor, kneeling between his spread thighs. I reached up, gripping the outline of his cock through his jeans. My stomach flipped with anticipation, and my face grew warm at my boldness, but curiosity won out.

“Can I…?”

I trailed off, meeting Maverick’s hooded gaze.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Biting the inside of my cheek with excitement, I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. No boxers impeded my goal. The tip of his cock emerged from his fly, the blunt, red head glistening with pre-cum.

It wasn’t the first cock I’d ever seen. Bristol made sure of that with extensive research online, but nothing could compare to the thick sexual tension in the air as I wrapped my fingers around his girth. Surprisingly hard, smooth, and hot. Seven fat inches that made me ache, wondering what it would feel like inside me.

Maverick let out a deep, guttural groan and spread his legs wider. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he tipped his head back, eyes closed. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue along the length of his cock.

“Fuck,” Maverick hissed, thrusting his hips upward into my grip.

I pulled back, uncertain.

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