Page 22 of The Biker's Forbidden Craving

He slides a finger inside of me, maybe two, thrusting as he licks in a slow, rhythmic motion that sends my eyes rolling back into my head. My legs curl up around his waist and my thighs tense.

Dear fucking God, someone save me. I’m going to come on the same counter I cashed out Mrs. Robinson last week. She’s the sweetest, oldest woman in Rugged Mountain. What would she think of me if she knew I was losing my virginity right here on the countertop? Not only that, but at any second anyone could come rolling in the door.

All of this is severely wrong. We live in a small town. I’d be burned at the stake, forever known as the little whore at the record shop.

These thoughts flutter through momentarily, but they’re squashed as he sucks my clit and pulls off with a quick pop.

“You taste just as good as you did last night, but my cock is aching. I need that little pussy.”

“Take me,” I pant. “I need you.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t need one.” I pant louder as I say, “Hank… please!” I’ve never felt more desperate in my life.

He unzips his jeans and tugs them down haphazardly, as he holds his hand over my pussy. His gaze reminds me of a drunken man. His lids are hooded, and his brain has gone offline. Whatever’s happening now, is purely instinctual… and I love it.

He needs me, and I need him.

“You tell me if it hurts and I’ll slow down,”

I agree, though I would never tell him to slow down. I want his massive cock stuffed so deep inside of me that I’m gasping for air.

Opening my thighs wider, I let him pull me to the edge of the counter and shove his cock inside.

My eyes widen with shock as the pressure of his dick impales me. It’s a sharp, burning pain that fills me up in the most glorious of ways. I’m pretty sure this is the definition of something ‘hurting so good.’

“You alright?” he groans, thrusting in slowly. I’m not sure he’s even fully penetrated yet, or if he ever could be.

“Yeah,” I pant. “Don’t stop!”

“Good girl. You take my cock like a good little girl.” His jaw locks and he thrusts into me harder and faster, as a bead of sweat collects on his forehead and trickles down. Thankfully,the counter is smooth, and I glide back and forth quite easily. “You’re soaking wet, Sunny. You like this cock, don’t you?”

“I love it. You’re so big!”

“And you’re so fuckin’ tight. My fucking God.”

He pounds in harder as I grip onto his forearms, feeling the flexing muscles as he moves his frame closer to my breast and skates his teeth over each nipple, biting down as he fucks me harder and harder.

I whimper and jump with each nip, but I love it. I love it so much.

“Tell me how it feels,” he groans. “That’s all I need. Just tell me how it feels.”

I love his demands.

“Tell me!”

“You’re filling me up,” I pant. “It’s like you’re stretching me wide. Like… if you go any deeper, you’ll be in my stomach.”

“Good fucking girl,” he growls, thrusting in harder and faster. “Come for me. Soak my cock. You know how long I’ve thought about you? Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours,” I pant as he hits a spot near the back of my canal that feels like nothing else I’ve ever felt. It’s instant, mind-numbing pleasure, like a bomb he’s set off.

My muscles squeeze tight around his cock, and I bellow out the loudest sigh of relief as I come on his dick.

“Coat my cock. Be loud! I love those sounds you make.” He thrusts in harder, but my mind is offline. He could be doing cartwheels while fucking me and I’m not sure I’d comprehend what’s happening.

“Fuck, I want to fill you up. I can’t pull out, Sunny. Fuck!” He’s frantic, sounding like he wants to deposit his seed inside of me, like it gets him off, like he needs it.

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