Page 40 of Her Dirty Biker
He groans, low and primal. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
His mouth is on mine again before I finish the last word. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Strip,” he commands once he sets me down.
I hesitate for half a second.
“Baby,” he growls, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly, “don’t make me ask again.”
I yank my shirt over my head and kick off my jeans, baring everything.
“You’re trembling,” he says, stepping between my thighs. “Cold?”
“Not even a little.”
His mouth curves into something dark and possessive. “Good.”
He sinks to his knees in front of me, grabbing my hips and pulling me forward until I’m perched on the edge of the bed, legs open, heart pounding.
“I’m gonna taste every inch of you,” he says, eyes locked on mine. “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you forget everything except that you're mine.”
I gasp as his mouth lands on me, hot and wet and utterly relentless. His tongue moves in sinful, devastating strokes that make my hips buck and my toes curl.
“Oh, god,” I moan, clutching his hair, grinding against his mouth like I can’t get enough.
He growls into me, sending vibrations through my entire body. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Ride my face.”
I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I’m grinding shamelessly, lost in the sensation, in him. He devours me like a man possessed, like this is his favorite fucking thing in the world.
“Diesel,I'm gonna—”
“Let go.”
I shatter.
Lights explode behind my eyes as pleasure crashes through me, loud and bright and endless. He keeps going, licking and sucking until I’m gasping, trembling, on the verge of tears.
He rises slowly, his mouth glistening with me. “Taste fucking perfect.”
“Diesel,” I whisper, “please. I need you.”
He undresses and looks into my eyes as he tugs on his hard cock. “You want this?”
“Now.” I cry out as he thrusts into me, the stretch just shy of too much, and he stills, holding himself up on shaking arms.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
I nod, teeth sinking into my lip. “You feel so good.”
He rocks his hips once, groaning low. He moves with purpose, every thrust deep and claiming, his hand gripping my throat lightly, his mouth kissing my shoulder, my breast.
“You’re mine now,” he growls. “No one else touches you. No one else makes you come.”
“No one elsecould.”
“Say it.”
