Page 47 of The Biker and the Baker
He withdraws his hand and shifts out of reach, my palm bereft of his hard heat. Some rustling from the nightstand, the sounds of foil tearing and the snap of latex, and then he’s there again.
He thrusts himself into my palm and I don’t hesitate to wrap my fingers around him and squeeze. The weight and heat of him in my grasp makes me dizzy. He kisses my shoulder, following it up with a quick bite as he snakes his hand around and down between the flooded valley of my thighs again.
“Put it in, babe,” he whispers.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I arch back and spread my legs wider, positioning him. But before I can make another move, he slams into me. Hard. So hard it knocks my teetering orgasm clean out of me.
I damn near scream. Both from the unexpected intrusion and the body-ripping intensity of my orgasm. I’mshakingas he thrusts in and out of me without pause or mercy. He’s in and he’s making it known, planting his flag.
Once again, Onyx for the win. He tricked me into thinking he was giving me a win, then drove home to glory.
I grip a fistful of sheets as he fucks me so good from behind I want to cry. When I try to throw it back at him as good as he gives, he grips my hips to keep me in place, taking complete control. His grunts and groans are like a love song to my ears.
“Juicy,” he pants in my ear. “So fuckingjuicy, this pussy.” He bites my shoulder again rocking in even deeper, reaching places no other man had. “Can you imagine how you feelbare?Fuck, just thinking about it is making me…fuck.”
When I feel myself racing to the summit again, I know I can’t go out like this. I can’t let him get all the wins. So, bracing my arm on the mattress, I push back with unrelenting force until he’s flat on his back and I’m straddling him reverse cowgirl style.
It takes him by surprise and now it’s too late for him to push back. He grunts with displeasure, hating the control switch, but I don’t look back at him to get his expression. Instead, I rock forward on my palms to gain some stability, then arch my back and ride the breath out of him. With rhythm and style, with confidence and dynamism.
No need to see his face to know I’m defeating his dick, the throat-stifling noises and unintelligible words he’s garbling are telling enough.
Take that, asshole. No dick haseverdominated me before. I’m a badass. I’m Pia freaking Sax—I come. It’s as sudden and unexpected as a car crash. My train of thought shatters like glass as my climax grips me with tight fists and wrings me dry.
Shit…shit…so good and so…shit.I defeated myself. Rode straight to an earth-shattering orgasm instead of ridinghimto one.
Dammit!
I hear his short chuckle right before I’m thrust forward, landing me on all fours. Dirty, dirty player, using my weak, orgasm-addled state to regain control.
He slaps my ass while I’m still spasming. Slaps it again, and then again, until I curse at him. Of course, he loves that, chuckling at me.
Then, before I can recover, he slides into me and spanks mehardwhen he reaches the hilt.
“Ahh!” I gasp, both from pleasure and the sweet, stinging pain.
He moves slower this time, reaching around to cup my breasts, squeezing, kneading, pinching. He feels so,sogood. I hope he never comes, I want to go at it with him in this bed all day long.
Pushing back, I meet his thrusts, and soon we find a rhythm, working together, finding sweet, sweet bliss together.
When he breaks our cadence, grips my hips, and begins pounding me like a wild animal, I know he’s close to release, so I relinquish control and let him have it all.
He falls forward, pressing his chest to my back as he rocks into me with reckless abandon until we’re both flat on the bed. The sounds he makes when he’s close are so damn sexy I might have another orgasm from that alone.
His teeth sink into my shoulder, and he groans roughly in his throat as he rocks into me with fast, stiff strokes. In seconds, he’s stiffening above me, swearing through his teeth, finding his release.
And as I knew I would, I come, too. Not as hard or intense as the first two times, but enough to kick my eyes back in my head and blank me out for a heartbeat or two.
Onyx rolls onto his back, taking me with him. “Why,” he pants out, breath ragged, “haven’t we been face to face all morning?”
“Because our breaths stink.”
He laughs. “Right.”
Before I know what he’s doing, he shifts me off him and flips around so he’s propped over me on one elbow.
“What—”
The rest of my question gets swallowed up in his kiss. It’s deep, and promising, and surprisingly sexy considering our mouths are stale.
