Page 60 of The Girlfriend's Guide to Dating a Biker
He sucked harder.
“Jake—fuck—oh my god.”
He was devouring me like he’d starved for it, like my body was the only thing that could satisfy a need that was driving him out of his fucking mind. One hand slid from my thigh, his fingers tracing down, down, inside.
I moaned loudly again as he pushed one thick finger into me. Then two. My back arched off the bed the pleasure was so intense.
“Fuck, Eden,” he said, finding my G-spot. “Tight little pussy grippin’ me already. You close, baby?”
I nodded. Or tried to. Everything was pressure and pleasure and the heat of his mouth. I couldn’t be certain what my head was actually doing.
He sucked on my clit while fucking me with his fingers, his rhythm perfect and so fucking deep I saw stars. I was a mess of breath, gasps, and oh-my-god-please-don’t-stop noises that included me crying out his name. The whole building would absolutely know who was making me come.
“I want you to come on my tongue,” he said, before licking me in one long, deliberate stroke that had my whole body trembling. “I want to taste what I fucking do to you.”
That undid me.
My orgasm hit hard and fast, and I clung to Jake’s hair like it could save me.
He didn’t stop. He kept licking. Kept fucking me with his fingers. Kept dragging every ounce of pleasure out of me like he wasn’t satisfied with only one orgasm. Like he wanted all of me.
My thighs shook. My voice broke. And still—still—he didn’t let up until I was limp beneath him, panting, sweating, ruined.
Only then did he rise, his beard wet.
And the look in his eyes?
It wasn’t casual.
It wasn’t one-night anything.
It was Jake looking at me like I was something he’d just claimed, carefully and thoroughly, and couldn’t wait to mark again.
“You good, darlin’?” he asked, his fingers brushing my hip gently.
I blinked at him. Dazed. “What the hell did you just do to me?”
His smile was all filthy satisfaction. “You think I’m done?” He placed both hands to the bed to lift himself up and prowl over me. “That was me warming up.” He leaned down and kissed my jaw. My neck. Licked my skin like he owned it. “You’ve got another two in you, at least. Maybe three if you keep screaming my name like that.”
With a swift, confident movement, he stood and discarded his boots and jeans, and then his T-shirt and underwear. And I was unable to do anything but just stare at his inked muscles.
The power in his body, the raw masculinity, was intoxicating.
His gaze swept over my body, lingering on the dampness between my thighs.
I, meanwhile, was a hot mess looking at his dick. It was big. Physics-defying, rearrange-my-insides big. I think I saw God. I think She waved. And then pointed at Jake like, you’re welcome.
He grabbed a condom from his wallet and then came back to the bed. His body moved over mine, all hard lines, and my legs parted for him. His cock brushed my inner thigh, and every inch of me throbbed for it.
I reached for his neck as I wrapped one leg around his body.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmured, bracing one hand beside my head and palming my breast with the other. His mouth dropped to mine and he kissed me. It wasn’t quick. He took his time, deepening it, making all kinds of sinful sounds while his hand moved down from my breast to my clit.
I moaned and rocked my hips when his finger circled my clit. I was still raw and oversensitive from the orgasms he’d already given me, but that didn’t stop me from wanting more.
He ended the kiss, gently pulling my bottom lip between his teeth for a second. Then he said, “I’m gonna fuck you, darlin’. Are you ready for that?”
I could only nod, my body already humming with anticipation.
