Page 12 of The Biker's Forbidden Craving

“Hurt me! I want to be hurt, Hank. Seriously. Don’t stop.”

“No, I mean… I have to stop. Look, I knew that I needed you before we started. Hell, I’ve needed you for years. But now… I know more than ever I couldn’t take you once and give you back.”

She rolls me onto my back, lifts off her skirt, and drives her soft virgin pussy against my cock, soaking wetness down over my shaft. I’m pretty sure I could come just like this.

“We don’t have to make this a thing. I know this doesn’t work forever. It works right now, and that’s enough for me.”

“But you can’t lose your virginity to me. It’s not right. You should give that to someone you can spend forever with. Besides, I’m… I don’t know how I don’t keep you for myself, Sunny. I’d wreck the whole fucking world to get into that pussy again.” I pet over the top of her soft lips with a groan. “I know it.”

Humping over me slowly, she drives her tight, little core over my stomach and down over the head again before sliding between my legs, her hot mouth on my cock, her tongue swirling around the head, her hair flowing around down my thighs. Over and over, her head bobs as she slurps and sucks.

Oh my fucking God!

Mechanically, it’s novice, but there’s something special about it. Something innocent and sweet that has my cock ready to explode in her throat.

Damn it, I’m a sick fuck. A sick fucking fuck.

I dig my fingers into her hair and direct her back and forth as she moans on my cock.

Where the fuck am I? How the hell is this happening?

I could come in her mouth. I feel it coming, but I won’t. I refuse. I refuse until I’ve had her, until I’ve made her come first.

“Up here, sweetheart. Sit on my face. Scrub that little pussy against my beard. I need it.”

She lowers her head onto my cock one last time before she lifts her body and shimmers up toward my face, lowering onto my beard.

I breathe her in, the soft scent of berries on her thighs. I figure now it must be her body wash or the lotion she wears. Whatever it is, it blends perfectly with the sweet taste of her juicy wet pussy. She scrubs against my beard, spreading her lips against my face as she moves and shifts, thrusting against me.

My hands land on her back as she braces against the wall with a moan. “Oh my God, right there. Please!”

Blood rushes up my cock, and I swear I’m going to explode without a single touch, but I grip it anyway, jerking slowly as Abby rides my face.

“We need to fuckin’ talk,” Duke groans through the door, erasing my last thought.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

My cock is rock hard, and I know she’s close. I can taste it in the consistency of her come. I can feel it in the way she’s moving her hips against my face.

I can’t speak.I think I locked the door.

I jerk my cock to the thought of all the things that could go wrong. He could swing the door open. He could see his sister on my face. She could come, and her screams could be too loud.

I love Abby for a lot of reasons. She’s sweet as hell, kind, caring, hardworking, afraid of her own shadow, and she wears a sundress like no one I’ve ever seen. Never once did I think toact on it because touching her was wrong. Yet now, with Duke on the other side of the door, I’m somehow harder. Harder with the thought of getting caught. Harder at the thought of owning her when he can’t do a thing about it.

Another knock hits the door, but nothing is bringing me back to reality. I need her on my cock. I need to fill her up. I need to spread her little, virgin pussy wide and make her mine. I need a lot of things, and I need it all right now.

She grinds faster and harder, working her way over my tongue like she can’t take any more, like the world will end if she doesn’t get more right now. Then suddenly, without warning, she bellows out a cry so loud that there’s no way in hell he doesn’t hear it. It’s then that reality sets in.

Chapter Five

Abby

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Duke stands in the doorway with a grimace on his face that could scare away a death angel. It’s been a while since we’ve been in the same room. He’s aged a lot in a few years. Grey hair lines his temples and the front of his beard. He’s gotten more jacked too, with biceps on top of his biceps, though that seems to be a prerequisite for these Chaos Brothers.

“Nothing. We’re playing cards,” I lie, holding up a stack of cards that I dug up out of the sheets as I was tossing on my clothes.

“You scream out when you’re playing cards?” Duke knows what he heard. He’s old enough to know what he heard.

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