Page 15 of Keeping What He Wants

She hooked a finger in the leg of her panties and drew the crotch to the side, exposing her wet lips to his gaze. She cupped the back of his head with the other hand and pulled him down to her. “Just fucking shut up.”

Ella dropped her head back as his tongue slid the length of her slit. He was pushy and controlling. He made her look like a fool because he was also caring and protective. He sucked her clit between his lips and she gasped, clenching her fists in his hair. He didn’t let up as he ate her pussy. His tongue pushed inside her, and she rocked her hips against his face. She tried to hold onto the anger she felt toward him, but the more time he spent bringing her pleasure, the less angry she became.

“Stop.” She pushed at his head and he moved back. “Why the hell did you pick the fucking couch?”

He grinned and scooped her up into his arms. She thought he’d carry her to their bed, but instead, he pushed her up against the wall. “You’re complaining about where I want to fuck you now?”

“You’re too big for the couch.”

He reached between them and rubbed her clit. “Where do you want to fuck, then?”

“Oh, you mean I have a say in what I want to do?”

Squeezing her ass almost painfully, he rubbed his hard dick against her. She scratched her nails along his chest in retaliation. Dating a biker was thrilling. She supposed it was why so many girls lived the fantasy and allowed these men to act the way they did. Loving a biker, however, was a roller coaster ride of emotion. It was a constant battle with herself to determine what she allowed and what she didn’t allow. He reached between them and undid his pants.

“If you want to fight, then let’s fight.” He pushed into her with one slick thrust.

She leaned forward and bit his shoulder, drawing a hiss from him. He jerked her away from the door and laid her on the carpet, while he lifted her legs. There was nothing gentle about the power behind his thrusts. Each one rammed his cock deep inside her, forcing her pussy to accept him. She pushed up from the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck. They tumbled backward so that she sat on top of him, riding him the way she wanted. Ryker smacked her tight ass before he grabbed her arms and flipped their positions. He used most of his weight to hold her down while he forced her hands above her head, thrusting hard inside her.

She stared into his eyes while he took her, giving her exactly what she wanted. She struggled to get her wrists out of his hold and then succeeded. She clawed at him, wrapping her legs around his hips as he continued to pound into her. Sex had never been so intense before. Ella had so much building inside her, and it seemed to release all at once.

He scraped his teeth along her shoulder and she cried out, her pussy clamping around him as he continued to push into her. Her muscles stiffened as pleasure coursed through her veins. His release followed shortly after, and they lay there, entwined with each other.

“Feel better?”

“No.” She blinked a few times. “Get off me.”

“Not yet.” He nuzzled her neck and licked her sweaty skin. He knew exactly what she liked—the rough sex mixed with the soft care afterward. He held her tight for a while, before pushing up from her to stare down at her half-clothed body. “I’m hard enough to go another round.”

And he was. His cock still felt full inside her. Despite her reservations, she wanted another orgasm too, which only pissed her off more.

“Just leave me alone.”

“Not going to happen.” He withdrew and rolled her to her stomach in one swift move before pushing inside her again. The deliciousness of his cock stretching her from a new angle made her close her eyes on a gasp as she tried to keep her face from getting carpet burn.

“You suck,” Ella whispered.

He gripped her hands behind her back and smacked her ass. She yelped and squeezed him tighter inside her. He did it again. And again.

“Stop!” Ella struggled in his hold before he let her arms go to clutch her hips. He ground into her, rotating his hips so that she felt every inch of him. It was delicious and felt so fucking good. The tip of his cock brushed against a sensitive spot inside her, and she strained. What little bit of anger she still had drifted away with the powerful orgasm he gave her.

Ella’s eyes were closed as she basked in the bliss that good sex brought. Ryker moved to her side, lying on his back. If he said anything, he’d ruin the moment. Instead, he simply reached for her hand and linked their fingers. He brought it to his lips and kissed it before resting their linked hands on his abdomen.

She was fairly sure she’d be mad at him once she got up, but for the moment, simply lying there and not doing a thing felt great.

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