Page 8 of Toxic Biker

I’m expecting him to devour me with the way his eyes light up, the flames of desire dancing wildly in their depths. Rather, he takes his time, holding himself back, and I can’t help but wonder if it’ll only make things more explosive when he finally loses that tightly restrained control he seems to possess so well.

His lips graze mine, not fully touching but whispering over the tender flesh as he breathes me in. His tongue lashes out, flicking my upper lip, tasting me next, until finally…fucking finally, the man dives in. My body’s on edge like I could break under his hold with how tightly he has me wound up, anticipating his touch. He wants everything? Well, so do I, and unlike him, I’m not holding back from what he’s offering for one single moment.

My palms find his pecs, smoothing up over broad, strong shoulders as I wind my arms around his neck. He leans down, letting me hold him like this, and it gives me just enough leverage to hop up and wrap my legs around his waist. He groans low in his throat as my core hits his torso and his arms wrap around me. One moves high, around my back, over my shoulder to my neck where he tangles his hand in my wet hair, holding onto it for dear life. The other shoots low, wrapping behind my back to slide under my ass. His forearm and palm become my seat, further cementing me from moving away. He’s warm, but so am I, and together, our bodies burn for one another.

He takes a quick step towards the bed, the jolt causing my body to shift a mere three inches in the process. I hold tight, eager to feel him and at the same time nervous that I’m too heavy for him to carry. Regardless of both our grips, the drop is enough for my pussy to meet the soft, yet hard, roundness of the tip of his cock, silver metal glinting in invitation or warning.

My hair in his hold gives him all the control as he tugs it to the point my head tips back. His eager mouth brushes his lips against me in a sensual caress, allowing them to follow my cheek to my ear where they continue their path along my jaw. I’ve never had a man take me in as he does right now, wanting to literally put his mouth on every sensitive inch I possess, including the ones I had no idea existed. His mouth skirts lower, exploring, his tongue reaching out to softly swirl and taste random spots until he pauses on the middle of my throat. I’m trying not to be a squirming mess but the precum collecting on the tip of his cock, rubbing through my folds, has me ready to mount him and take all the pleasure I can find in his body.

His teeth sink into my throat just enough to make me whimper as goosebumps skate across my flesh. My pussy clenches at being dominated by him, aching with the need to be filled. We’d be so good together. I know it and so does he, yet I can feel him holding back for his own selfish reasons. He thinks he’ll break me, but these curves won’t let that happen too easily. I’ve got plenty of cushion for the pushin’ like he enjoys to affectionately point out. I just need him to stop stalling and thrust inside me already.

“Please!” I moan, gyrating over the tip of his glorious cock, wondering how on earth he’s strong enough to hold me like I weigh nothing. The man isn’t huge in the muscle department, but he’s cut fairly decently and boy oh boy, he’sstrong. His flexed muscles are on display and locked tight while holding me and it makes me want to drop to my knees, take his dick in my grip and suck so hard he sees stars.

“Mm, you rubbing all over my cock is only going to make me spank that wet pussy harder. How’s that sound, baby? Want me to swat your needy little cunt until you cry from how hard I’m going to make you come?”

My cheeks heat with his filthy words, my body responding to his every whim by growing hotter for him, the craving inside nearly making me desperate enough to offer him anything so long as he’ll stick his damn dick inside me. “I-I’m too heavy,” I find myself panting with pent up desire and whispering. My self-confidence begins to take a nosedive as I suddenly realize how big I must look compared to the women around here. The women he’s no doubt used to. The thought almost makes me sick to my stomach, but my internal chiding is cut short by his displeased growl.

“You better shut the fuck up with that nonsense. You keep it up and I’ll have to slam you against the wall and push you up on my shoulders to devour your cuntevery damn dayuntil you realize you’reevery single ounceof what a womanneedsto be. Am I looking frail to you, babe? Like I can’t handle my own?”

“No, uh, that’s not what I meant.”

“Well then, when you go putting yourself down, you’re doing the same to me. Think about it next time, or better yet, stop thinking about it, because you’re beautiful. I see it and every one of my asshole brothers has noticed from the moment they saw you too, but fuck what they think. Your body was made to be worshipped by me and me alone.” He moves for a chair in the corner, sitting on the edge with me in his lap.

“Better.” I offer a soft smile, happy he’s not supporting all of me. I know he’s strong, but it doesn’t stop the nagging of society’s disgusting standards in the back of my mind.

He smirks, then shakes his head. Before I have a chance to process what he’s doing, he has me spun around, belly laying across his lap. My ass is in the air, my face close to the ground. My pussy must be all in his face, and now my own face is overwhelmingly hot for an entirely different reason.

He can seeeverything.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Working my wrist and spanking my bitch,” he teasingly murmurs, then finishes on a raspy growl. “Gotta teach you a lesson, baby girl. I keep my word.” He ends it with a light swat to my vagina and I gasp. “Such a soaked cunt, andsomotherfuckin’ pretty, Lacey.Fuck,baby, I can’t wait to be balls deep inside you, beating up this pink perfection.”

“Okay.”

He pauses, stiffening, “Okay?” he asks, his voice reflecting that I’ve clearly caught him off guard.

“Yes. I want you inside, which I’m sure you can tell. So, let’s stop this build up, get in the bed and you can fuck me already.”

He lowly chuckles, the sound darker than it should be. “Just for that, I’m going to make you come like this before I bring my cock close to your hole, and you know what?” He pauses, but I know he’s not actually asking for my response. “I’m not fucking you on a bed.Ever.So prepare yourself, we’re gonna get creative, cause I like to fucka lot, so one surface won’t suffice.”

“R-rug burn,” I hiss after his palm connects with my core, the telltale sound of my excitement louder than it should be. I’m so far gone with desire over this man that the embarrassment is there, but not nearly strong enough for me to ask him to stop. I’d be stupid to, especially when it feels this good, and he’s barely begun to touch me.

His fingers trail through my folds as he hums, “Mm, yep. Rug burn all over that phat ass and my knees, elbows, you fucking name it, and I’ll wear those scars proudly with how hard I’m going to make you come from those positions.”

His fingers find my clit, swirling in light circles, his fingers soaked, gliding around and around effortlessly. He stops, taps, taps again, then swirls in the opposite direction. My thighs begin to shake while his arm stretches across my back, anchoring me to him. He squeezes his grip on my side, sliding his hand across my overstimulated flesh, grabs my ass ruthlessly and growls, then moves it back to clutch my side. He’s a beast, not just a man, and I’m learning firsthand what that means exactly as he continues to play my body so easily. His fingers trail from my clit, circling my entrance, teasing me repeatedly with the deliciously tormenting move until I’m squirming, hoping I can get him to slip at least one inside me.

“You’re bad, aren’t you, beautiful? It’s okay, I fucking love a little bad, makes things so much more fun.” He pulls his hand away from teasing my entrance, only to bring it down with a quick, harsh smack.

I scream. I can’t stop myself. The hit should hurt, but it only makes the shaking in my thighs morph to a full-body shudder, then the trembling overtakes me. I’m so keyed up; Asher has me on edge, ready to fall over into the blissful darkness he promises with each teasing pass of his fingers.

“P-please,” I whimper, no longer willing to stop myself from begging. “I need more. My pussyachesfor you.”

“Fuck,” he curses, the thickness in his pants prominent against the side of my thigh. “I’ll punish you later,” he retorts more to himself than me, then he’s grabbing my hips tightly and lifting me as he bends down to meet in the middle. His mouth connects with my vagina, tonging the entrance, and I scream again. He eats at me like a man positively possessed. As if he’s ravenous and can’t possibly get enough no matter how hard he tries, and fuck me, he tries.

His face buries in my folds, his tongue reaching as far as possible inside me as he holds me up, my face dangling over the floor. He grunts and growls, the shadow of hair on his face ticking and tingling as he devours me. My pussy spasms, milking his tongue, as nirvana hits me, the feeling stronger than any orgasm I’ve had before. He laps at my entrance, slurping, to the point the noises coming from both of us are absolutely obscene.

“My God,” I draw out the words on a huff, panting. I feel like I ran a marathon and I’m the one laying here!

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