Page 17 of Her Feral Biker
Flesh filled my hands, her breasts soft and full. Annalise met my brutal kisses head on. Her tongue slid alongside mine,not vying for dominance but submitting gently to my vicious lashings. My cock strained at my leather pants, needing her. I grabbed her hands and pressed them to me, rubbing her bruised palms over my hardness as I played with her.
“I read your fantasies, princess,” I growled against her mouth, reaching into my back pocket to press the envelope against the door beside her head as her hands trembled over my length, working me through my pants. “And I’ve seen the sort of videos you watch on your phone. Filthy little thing, aren't you?”
I kissed her again before she could answer, letting the envelope I didn’t need any more flutter to the ground. My hand dropped between her breasts, over her stomach to circle over her clit, then lower. A nice little wet spot already formed on her white panties I swore she’d worn just for me.
“Are you gonna come for me like this, or do you want me to take these off you, too?”
“Off, please,” she managed, before my mouth crashed down over hers again. I had a hard talking after that, the vision of her kiss bitten lips too fucking tempting. I swore the taste of her was embedded inside me.
Hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties, I ripped them down until they dangled at her ankles, her feet as bare as they had been when I’d found her at the back of the shops. Somewhere tonight, she’d lost her shoes. That was alright. She looked sexier without them to me.
I pushed two fingers straight inside her, finding her tight hole soaked and slick. Annalise’s moan left me on edge. She tossed her head to the side, but I caught her mouth with mine, needing to swallow her screams. Not that I gave a fuck if anyone heard us, I just needed those sounds for me. Because I was a greedy bastard like that. Who my girl was belonged to me.
Her pretty cunt contracted around my fingers as I pumped my fingers inside her fast and rough enough to hear the slosh ofher arousal. Her eyes rolled back as she came for me. Annalise screamed, the sound cut off as I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. She shivered on my fingers, liquid gushing over my hand to coat the insides of her thighs. Heat flushed her chest and cheeks as she rode her pleasure out on my fingers.
“So fucking perfect,” I rasped.
She kicked her panties from her ankles as I hitched her legs around my waist, pulling my cock free. I jerked myself once and prayed I wouldn’t come too fast the moment I slammed inside her. She held herself still for me as I notched to her entrance.
“I’m not gonna be sweet, princess,” I warned her, leaning in to lick her bottom lip so she’d open for me. “I want to feel you clench around my cock and cream all over my balls. If you’re good, I’ll let you lick your mess up later, okay?” Filthy talk, humiliation and ownership were high on her tick list. I was happy to play that game as long as she was mine.
She moaned for me as I thrust balls deep into her perfect little pussy. Hot walls gripped me, strangling my cock as I set a fast pace, rattling the walls and door of my room. My hands slid up the inside of my jacket that she still wore, cupping her shoulder blades to keep her steady as I railed into her.
Annalise screamed into my shoulder, biting and clawing through the waves of pleasure that slammed her with every fresh orgasm until finally she sank into my chest, her hands limp around my neck. Her hips still rolled with every thrust, but her energy depleted.
“So fucking good for me.” I kissed her hard, knowing I bruised her mouth, and carried her to my bed. “Take this off for now,” I murmured when she objected, peeling my jacket from her arms and draped it over the chair. Then I flipped her on my cock, bending her low over my bed and dragged my thumb along her spine. “Scream pretty into the mattress for me, princess.”
I set a punishing pace, enjoying the way her pussy contracted around my cock with every drag through her folds, the way her heat gushed for me. She came again and again, her hips tilted up as I held her neck down into the soft bedding and rammed my hips into her ass until pressure built. My balls and spine tingled. I leaned forward, licking a long line along her nape, pressing down on her shoulders.
“Fuck, I love you,” I rasped, sliding deeper than before. I coated her walls with my stain, knowing we couldn't go back after this and that my princess belonged only to me.
And that I belonged to her, too.
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER NINE
ANNALISE
“I want you to move in with me.” Lake never went to sleep, though I dozed a little sometime after he fucked me over yet another piece of the furniture on his room.
I didn’t object, knowing I probably wouldn't be able to walk properly come morning. That last part mattered, maybe, seeing as I’d have to work in a few hours.
Oh, shit.Work.
Not that I wasn’t still shaken from the night before. But something about knowing that Lake was here for me, what he’d done—what the men he trusted had done for him and for me in the darkest hours took some of that fear away.
“You kind of ruined my dress,” I muttered. “What am I wearing to work?”
He tipped his head to one side, the corner of his mouth beneath his beard tipping up. I loved that about him. Where any other man might get pissed off, he didn’t. “I asked you to movein with me, and you're thinking about work. It’s cute, princess. Should I be offended?”
My cheeks flamed. “Oh. I mean—” I bit my lip, knowing I couldn’t really dig myself out of this one. “Um, orgasm brain? You’re definitely to blame.”
I poked the giant biker in the centre of his chest, then traced over the whirls of ink on show. I couldn't see all of the patterns and images he had, but the ones I could fascinated me.
Two were of card decks, the entire suits scattered across his torso in an eternal game of fifty-two pick up. On his other side, an eagle took flight, something I couldn’t quite make out clutched in its talons. His arms and hands were covered in ink as well, and his back.
Lake carried me to the shower after my legs finally gave out, washing the blood from both of us, and picked the gravel from my knees and cleaned my hands and face. I’d never felt more adored in my life than I did in his arms.
