Page 11 of The Biker's Forbidden Craving

My tongue slides against hers, and a moan escapes her lips as she wraps her legs around my waist and thrusts upward against my cock.

I slide my hand down over her curves, taking my time to memorize the way her thick hips curve to her thighs.

Jesus.I’ve spent too many fucking nights dreaming about this. Too many nights masturbating to thoughts of this. Too many nights plotting how to make this happen, only to feel like a perverted monster for even thinking these thoughts to begin with.

Hell, if Duke knew the places I was touching his little sister right now, he’d send a hit out after me. We’ve seen so much together that we’re like brothers, but that wouldn’t matter for a split second. He would murder me on sight.

What the hell am I doing?

Abby grips the back of my neck and stares up at me, lips swollen, eyes intense. “I took your jacket, and I wore it when I touched myself.”

Fuck! What the fuck is happening?That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard! She wore my fucking jacket when she touched herself?

“Jesus, that’s hot. You’re… fuck, baby. What about it did you like?”

“It smelled like you… all leather and motor oil. I would just get lost in the jacket, the leather, ugh, it was like laying in your arms.”

I slide my hand between her thighs, rubbing over her soft cotton panties that have soaked through. I’m not sure there’s blood going to my brain anymore because all I want to do is pet her, lick her, taste her, and thrust inside her tight little pussy regardless of the consequences.

“I need to see that someday.”

“What?”

“You masterbating with my jacket on. I bet that would be a lot better than me jerking off to all the dirty pictures I took of you.”

She narrows her brows and stares up at me with hooded lids. “What?”

“You were bent over a bike, wearing these tight little pants that showed everything, and I snapped a picture to use for later.” I push her panties to the side and slide into the sticky wet heat, desperate to be inside of her. “I’d come so hard thinking about how you didn’t know I’d taken the photos.”

She whines and scrubs her pussy up against my hand as she hooks around the back of my neck and thrusts upward over and over again. “I lied to you, Hank,” she whispers, continuing to thrust. “I’m not over you. I still think about you all the time.You’re part of the reason I came out here. You’re the man I want.”

Thrusting my finger into her tight little pussy, I lean into her lips and kiss them gently. “And you’re the girl I want but know I can’t have.”

Our eyes meet, and for a second, there’s nothing more than a series of tones that won’t leave. There’s a ringing so loud that I feel urges rolling over me that never have before. I tug her breast from the shirt she’s wearing and scrape my teeth against her nipple, suckling like I’m desperate for milk. Fuck, I’d love to milk her. I’d love to fill her with my babies and watch her body grow. I’d love to suck the milk from her tits and lay on her lap as she feeds me.

Wow, you’re a sick fuck!

My cock drives against her hip as I try to work another finger into her tight core. It’s been a long while since I’ve been with a woman, but even then, I don’t remember anyone being this tight.

Another finger slides into her core as she stares back at me, panting and releasing a wince. It’s a sharp, defined wince as I try to put another inch inside of her.

“Oh,” she cries. “Your fingers are huge.”

“You’re really tight, Sunny.”

“I’m, yeah… well.” She stalls her words, and though she hasn’t said anything yet, I get a feeling I know what’s coming next. “I… I’m a virgin.”

A virgin? She’s a virgin. Her little pussy has never been touched. Never been claimed. Never been used. She’s mine. All mine. Every inch of her. Every inch of her forbidden body is mine, though I know I can’t actually have any of it.

Fuck!

My cock drives harder against the zipper of my jeans, and though I know for sure now more than ever we’re not fuckingtonight, I reach down and free him from his misery anyway, rubbing my soaking fingers against my shaft. It’s probably the closest I’ll ever get to knowing what her juices feel like.

My God, I want to fuck her.

“Why did you stop?” she pants, staring up at me.

“I… you… you’re a virgin, honey. I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

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