Page 21 of Her Dirty Biker
“Is this what you wanted, baby? Daddy’s cock buried so deep you can’t think straight?”
“Yes. God, yes, don’t stop—”
He pounds into me now, relentless and hungry, his hips slapping against mine. His other hand comes to my throat—not choking, just resting, holding, grounding. I arch into him, helpless and wild, moaning with every thrust.
“You’re mine now, little fox,” he snarls. “Took your virginity. Fucked you raw. Nobody else gets to touch you like this.”
My orgasm slams into me so fast it blinds me. I cry out, legs locking around him, nails clawing his back as I shatter apart beneath him.
He swears, slams deep one last time, and spills into me with a guttural groan, grinding against me as he comes, pulse after pulse of heat filling me.
The room spins. My body is spent and trembling, my head tucked under his chin, both of us gasping.
Eventually, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him, our bodies still tangled.
His hand drags up and down my spine, slow and steady. My cheek rests on his chest. His heartbeat thunders in my ear.
I close my eyes and fall asleep to the rhythm of his touch, pretending this moment might be enough.
I wake to the sound of a heartbeat. Steady. Deep. Like a bass drum inside someone else's chest.
For a second, I think I’m dreaming. Some half-lucid haze where everything’s too warm and the air smells like motor oil and sex.
But then I shift, and my thigh brushes rough denim. My head nudges into a wall of muscle. And a gruff sound rumbles beneath my cheek.
Diesel.
Memories flood in, his mouth on mine, his tongue between my legs, my hands in his hair. My begging. His growling. That dark, devastating voice calling melittle foxas I came apart in his arms.
I blink up and find him already awake, one arm wrapped under my back like it belongs there, his dark gaze locked on the ceiling like he’s been up for hours.
“You watching me sleep, creeper?” I whisper.
He finally looks at me. That slow, smoldering sweep of his eyes makes my toes curl under the blanket.
“I couldn’t move.”
“Why not?”
He exhales through his nose. “You.”
A flush spreads from my chest to my cheeks. “That good, huh?”
He doesn’t smile. Just brushes a thumb across my hipbone. “You don’t even know.”
My heart lurches.
Is this where I’m supposed to saythank youor make a joke? I’m supposed to throw a blanket over my naked shame and pretend I’m not freaking the hell out.
Instead, I lift on my elbow, letting the sheet fall just enough that his gaze drops to my bare chest before he catches himself.
“You gonna kiss me again,” I murmur, “or pretend this never happened?”
His jaw ticks. “It shouldn’t have happened.”
Ouch. I pull the blanket tighter around me, rolling away before I can make it worse.
“Got it,” I say softly. “Regret. Loud and clear.”
