Page 17 of Her Grumpy Biker
“I guessed, but Jesus, I’m so fucking happy I’ll be the only one to see you like this, to feel you from the inside out.” The look he’s searing into me lets me know he means every word. He wants to be my first, last, and only.
I nod and lean back on the bed, opening myself up again for him. Diego takes another moment to look me up and down. I feel the heat of his gaze over my skin, nipples, and lips, and then he locks his gaze on mine.
Never breaking eye contact, Diego crawls on top of me and settles between my legs, rubbing his cock up and down my slit while resting his weight on his forearm beside my head.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod and squeeze my eyes shut, preparing for the pain of losing my virginity.
“Hey, look at me, Camden,” Diego says so softly.
I open my eyes and see Diego looking at me with such longing, such desire, but beyond that, I see the kindness and patience of the man I’m falling in love with. “I’m ready,” I whisper.
He kisses me sweetly and lines himself up with my entrance. The head of his cock stretches me wide open, and he’s hardly even inside of me yet. I tense up and hold my breath. Diego stops and nuzzles the side of my neck.
“Breathe, beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
I take a deep breath and turn my head to kiss him while he surges forward, stretching me with his massive cock. Diego works his length inside of me, one shallow thrust at a time, until he bumps up against my barrier.
“Look at me. I want to see you the second I make you mine forever.” His voice is shaking, his muscles tense with the effort of holding back.
“Do it, Diego. Make me yours.”
He pulls back slightly and then thrusts inside of me all the way. I cry out and cling to him as he splits my body open.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. You’re doing so good. Are you okay?” His tone is equal parts concern on my behalf and pain that hecan’t move. I’m struck again at the self-control this man has over his own body, all so I can be comfortable.
“I’m okay, Diego. I’m so… full. It doesn’t hurt much anymore.”
“Yeah?” he croaks out, resting his forehead on mine.
I wiggle my hips, trying to get used to the feeling of him inside of me. I like it. Not only how he makes my skin light on fire and my pussy throb in ways I couldn’t even imagine a few minutes ago, but I like knowing we’re as connected, as close as two people can possibly be. I’m already losing track of where I end and he begins.
“Move, Diego. I need you to move.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “I don’t want to hurt you, Camden.”
I buck my hips and wrap my legs around him, taking him impossibly deeper. We both cry out with the rush of sensations, and a wave of wetness flows out of me.
“Please,” I beg, wiggling my hips again.
He crushes my lips with his and pulls out of me only to push back inside, hitting me deep. Diego growls and fists my hair, tugging my neck up so he can kiss and bite me there.
“You feel so damn good. This pussy was made for me,” he grunts while picking up the pace.
I moan when I feel his mouth over my breast, his tongue flicking at one pebbled nipple and then the other. My fingers weave in his long hair to hold him to my chest while I arch my back, wanting to feel more of him, all of him.
Diego slides one hand to the curve of my ass and then squeezes roughly, lifting up my lower half to meet him thrust for thrust. Each time he hits home, my muscles tense, and I let out a little whimper. The pleasure feels unreal, almost too much to take. My pussy walls flutter, my muscles shake, and my eyes burn with the effort of keeping all of these sensations inside of me.
“That’s it, Camden, come on my big fucking cock,” Diego demands.
My orgasm slowly rises to the surface. It starts deep inside of me, a pinpoint of bright light that trickles throughout my body. Each ragged breath and rough stroke adds to that bright light until my whole being is engulfed in pure energy. Diego slams into me, shocking my body into an intense orgasm. It feels like my chest is on fire as I scream and convulse in his arms.
When I come back down, Diego kisses my forehead so gently, then nuzzles my neck.
“Can your gorgeous fucking body take any more, Camden?” he asks before pulling my earlobe through his teeth.
“Fuck…” I exhale. “Fuck yes.”
