Page 31 of The Biker and the Gamer
He reaches down and rubs his thumb over my clit before sliding two fingers inside me, priming me. I’m all creamed and slick from my orgasm, more than ready for him.
Fingers moving inside me, he bends down to take my mouth, sweeping me up into a sweet, passionate kiss, before dragging his mouth down to suckle on one of my nipples, flicking with his tongue.
My body sings with flickering flames beneath him, loving everything about his touch, his kiss, his command, his uninhibited desire, his unexpected dominance.
Lifting his head, he stares down at me and asks, “How badly do you want me inside you, Kendra?”
“Like the desert needs water,” I breathe.
He grins. “So poetic.” Then he captures my mouth again, and in the same breath, he enters me. Slowly, deliberately. Keeping my mouth hostage as he does. Swallowing my moans.
When he’s at the hilt, buried inside me, he breaks the kiss and locks eyes with me, observing my every breath, my every whimper as he rocks slowly in and out of me.
“Feel that?” he whispers, his breath hot against my lips. “Feel how deep inside you I am? Feels amazing doesn’t it?”
I emit a long, winding moan of pleasure in response.
“You can’t lose with me, Kendra. You can’t.”
He’s right. Because I’m having sex with a winner. Alec Vaughn is a winner in every sense of the word. Prowess in the bedroom is a huge plus, and I didn’t even it see coming. I bet the son of a bitch knows it, too. All a girl like me wants is a man who knows how to dominate in bed, and that’s exactly what he’s proved himself to be—a man.
But, because I’m me, a rebel who’s not about to let his head swell any bigger than it already is, I goad, “Really? Because if this is all you’ve got, I’m gonna get bored real quick. You won’t be able to keep m—ahhgod,yes…”
He bucks his hips, jerking a sudden gasp of pleasure out of me. As if to remind me just how deep he is and who’s in control. He grins a fraction, eyes dancing, as if he knows what I’m doing.
But, as I said, he’s a winner. So he does exactly what winners do: accepts the challenge.
Although I’m the one who provoked him, I couldn’t have braced enough myself for his onslaught. Suffice it to say, in a matter of minutes, I’m clawing at his back like a wild cat, driven mad with pleasure, wrung free of another orgasm. One position after the next, I’m fucked thoroughly and to completion. Without mercy or apology. I beg for him to stop then not to stop. I ride him when he tells me to, giving me a bit of control. Only for me to defeat myself when I orgasm again astride him.
“You can’t handle me, Kendra,” he taunts when he picks up my limp body and flips me over, driving into me. “You can’t lose with me, it’s true, but you also can’t beat me.”
When he finally climaxes, it’s with his face buried between my breasts, his mouth sucking on my flesh, leaving a bright red mark in its wake.
My world isrocked.
Enervated beyond recovery, I fade into instant slumber, a satiated smile on my lips.
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When I open my eyes again, it’s morning and I’m enveloped in heat. Alec’s arm around my middle, holding me against him, his long leg locked around both of mine like a vine. I’m not a cuddler. Never have been. But being in Alec’s heat feels…different. No, I don’t mind cuddling with him at all.
Flashes of last night rush back to me and I bite my lip to stop from smiling, squeeze my thighs to beat back the rising ache.
Gingerly, I attempt to sneak out of bed, out of his hold, but his limbs tighten, keeping me in place.
“I’m not sleeping,” his groggy voice whispers to the back of my neck.
“Oh.” I relax into him. “How long have you been awake?”
“I’ve got a natural alarm clock. I’m awake at six on the dot every morning.”
I flick my gaze to the clock on the nightstand. 8: 36 AM. “So you’ve just been lying here for the past two and a half hours?”
“You feel too good to let go,” he breathes.
“You’re weird.”
“And you’re amazing.”
