Page 17 of The Biker's Hidden Obsession

“That’s too bad,” I whimper against his lips as he holds me close to his chest, “because Ineedyou.”

His eyes tell a story he can’t seem to find the words for. They’re soft but intense, deep and longing, locked on mine as though I’m the only thing in the world he’s ever wanted.

For a moment neither of us speaks as the air between us hums with the weight of what’s to come next. Then, he decides for us.

“Where are we going?” I pant between kisses as he carries me up the stairs of the lodge where I’m supposed to be getting a wedding ready. “I don’t have a room here, do you?”

“Fuck,” he groans. “No, I thought you did.”

My body’s still hooked to his waist like a monkey, he turns back and forth, searching the hallway until he sees a door flung open with a maid cart outside.

I think I know where this is going, and I think I know how crazy this little town is going to buzz when they find out what I’m doing in someone else’s hotel room with a man twice my age, but I don’t stop the momentum.

I’m over that. Last night was the last night I’ll spend alone in my bed ever again.

So, I let the giant man with the salt and pepper beard carry me past the pine door into someone else’s room. I let him lock the door behind us, then lay me out on the freshly made bed of white linen, and I revel in the way he looks down at me like a wild animal who’s just caught his prey.

“You’re going to have to forgive me for the things I’m about to do to you, little girl.”

Oh damn!

“Okay,” I pant, staring up at him like an innocent deer, unsure of what comes next.

“I know I should be easy on this little virgin body, but fuck…” He pulls me close to the edge of the bed and sinks between my legs, burying his bearded face against my pussy with a groan.

“Fuck.” He breathes me in, tucks his thick fingers inside of me, and eats like he’s been hungry all his life, like nothing has ever satiated him the way I do.

I grind up against his face, scrubbing onto his soft beard again and again as a heavy knock hits the door.

I should’ve known this was coming.

“Housekeeping.”

“Occupied,” I shout, hoping the girl goes away.

“I’m going to get the manager,” she mumbles through the door.

The manager!I had to work with him to get the event situated. Most every event in Rugged Mountain happens at this lodge so that’s going to be awkward, but I’m not stopping.

I couldn’t if I wanted to.

“No one can stop this now, little one. You’re mine.” He growls like a wild beast unchained from reality as he tucks my hips up against his and slides his hard, thick cock against my seam.

Breathing through my nose, I focus on the way he stares, at the way his sandpaper hands feel against my skin, at the scent of leather emanating from him, at the way his hard cock slides inside and spreads me so fucking wide.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he moans, “and so fuckin’ wet.”

I’m not sure what I expected, but the pain is not terribly bad. It’s more of a pressure in the pit of my stomach and a pinching that seems to be subsiding.

“You okay, baby?” he grunts, slowing his thrust a little. “Your little virgin pussy getting stretched too far?”

I pant as he thrusts into me over and over again. “I think I’m bleeding.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He slows his movement as he speaks.

“No, I just wanted you to know, just in case…”

“In case what? In case I didn’t want your blood on my dick?”

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