Page 66 of Claimed By the Bikers
Our kisses turn feral, my teeth scraping her lower lip until I taste a faint hint of blood, and she bites back just as hard, a challenge in every press of her mouth.
I thrust into her tight, wet pussy. It clenches around my cock, so hot and slick it pulls a growl from my throat.
She cries out, head tipping back against the mirror with a dull thud, her walls gripping me as I pull out slowly, only to slam back in, the wet smack of our bodies echoing in the tight space.
Her tits bounce under her shirt. I fuck her harder, faster, the counter creaking under the force, her breath coming in hot, ragged pants against my neck, urging me on.
“More—fuck, give me more,” she begs, voice breaking with need, and I don’t hesitate. I pull out and spin her around to bend herover the sink, her hands bracing the edge as her ass presses back against me.
I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling hard until her head snaps back, forcing her to meet her own gaze in the mirror. My hand cracks against her ass, a sharp smack that blooms red across her skin.
“Again!” she shouts.
I oblige, spanking her harder, the sound ringing out, her body jolting forward with each hit, arousal dripping down her thighs.
My fingers slide down, finding her clit, rubbing in tight, rough circles until she bucks against me, desperate for more.
“Look at yourself,chérie,” I growl, voice low and filthy. “So fucking wet, taking my cock like you were made for it.”
I thrust back into her, my cock slamming into her dripping pussy, wet sounds filling the room as I set a brutal pace, her moans growing louder and more frantic.
I keep one hand tangled in her hair, controlling her rhythm, the other alternating between pinning her hips and spanking her ass. Each strike makes her tighten around me, her juices soaking my shaft and dripping down my balls.
I pull out slowly, her pussy gripping my cock, desperate to keep me inside, and she whimpers, a needy sound that makes me throb harder. My hands clutch her hips, steadying her trembling body as I drag my slick, pulsing shaft over her reddened ass, marked from my spanks.
“Fuck, look at this ass,chérie,” I growl. “So fucking perfect, begging for my cock.”
I tap my cock against her ass. She arches her back, pushing her curves into me, daring me to take her again. My hands slide up her sides, rough palms cupping her tits through her shirt, squeezing until her nipples harden under my fingers.
“These tits drive me insane,” I murmur, kneading them hard, feeling her shudder.
Ember groans, impatient, and shoves her ass back, grinding against my cock.
Her slick skin rubs along my length, coating me in her arousal, the heat of her teasing me to the edge. She’s relentless, her movements hungry, like she’s trying to fuck the fear out of her system.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I say, voice rough. “Grinding like a needy little slut.”
I reach for the drawer, grabbing a small bottle of lube, and her eyes catch mine in the mirror, confused. “Why the hell’s that here?” she asks, brow raised.
“Look, darlin’, before you rolled in, I was a wild bastard—kept this for…chance encounters,” I say with a smirk. She rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch, and I pop the bottle open.
I drizzle lube over her tight second hole, the cool liquid glistening on her skin. My fingers circle her tight little star, then push inside, stretching her as she moans.
“God, Silas,” she gasps, gripping the sink tighter, her reflection wild with need.
“That’s it,” I snarl, curling my fingers hard until she cries out, her thighs shaking. “Show me how bad you want to be used. Make amess all over my fingers. Come on, baby—ruin the fucking sink for me.”
“I can’t hold on any longer,” she pants, voice breaking, her thighs quivering against the counter.
I pull my fingers out, line up my cock, and ease into her tight hole, slow at first, then deeper, her moan loud and raw. “Fuck, I’m so deep in your ass,” I rasp, pumping steadily.
Her eyes roll back in ecstasy. “Fuck—Silas!” she screams, a shudder ripping through her as she comes hard after a few deep thrusts. Her walls clench hard, milking my cock as her body shakes.
I pump twice more, then pull out, my cock pulsing as I spill hot cum across her reddened ass, painting her skin in thick, glistening streaks. She collapses against the sink, panting, my hand stroking.
“Fuck,” she whispers, a half laugh breaking through. “That helped.”
A knock on the door. “You two decent?” Garrett’s voice is calm but edged with amusement.
