Page 16 of Biker's Temptation
But he didn’t seem to mind.He had nothing but praise as I sucked and stroked and savored his cock.
“Come here,” Shane said roughly, giving my hair a tug.I let him guide me back up his body until our mouths crashed together in a passionate, sloppy kiss.He effortlessly rolled me onto my back.His mouth stayed mated to mine as he slapped the bedside table, blindly reaching for one of the condoms he’d left there before we got started.
“Face down, ass up,” he commanded as he sat back on his heels and applied the condom to his rock-hard cock.I gulped in shock at his nasty instruction.My heart thundered in my chest as I complied on shaky limbs.My face burned as I considered how very vulnerable and open I was to him like this.Butt canted up, knees apart, begging to be fucked like I was in heat.
“Shane!”I cried out in surprise when it wasn’t his cock that touched my pussy but his tongue.He gripped my ass cheeks in both big, strong hands and held me wide open as his tongue worked through my folds.When his tongue moved higher, circling my anus, I shrieked and tried to pull away.His powerful hands held tight, gripping and keeping me right there as he did nasty things to me with that wicked tongue.“Shane!Oh my God!What are you..?Oh!”
He laughed sinfully and then placed a dirty kiss right there.“I guess we’re not ready for this yet?”
I swallowed hard, my face on fire as I stared at my pillows.“Ready for what exactly?”
“Anal?”He circled my anus with one blunt fingertip but didn’t try to enter me.He might like to tease, but he was showing that he wanted consent before he did anything intrusive.
Feeling a bit brave since I wasn’t looking him in the eyes, I admitted, “I tried it a few times, but it wasn’t great for me.I think I wasn’t ready for it.”I didn’t want to remember how my ex had pressured and coerced me into it during one of the rather low points of our marriage.I really didn’t want to think about how he hadn’t stopped when I had begged him to pull out and leave me alone.
“Melissa.”Shane’s voice shifted from playful and teasing to serious.He swept aside my hair, uncovering my back and shoulders.He tenderly kissed my sensitive skin while lovingly stroking my sides.“I will never do anything that you don’t want or enjoy.Even if we start something that feels good and then it doesn’t, you tell me.”He kissed my neck in the softest, gentlest way.“I only want to make you feel good.”
“You are,” I assured him, melting under his tender heat.“You’re making me feel like no one else ever has.”
“Good.”He rubbed his condom-sheathed cock between the cleft of my ass, drawing a gasp from me.“Let’s keep it that way.”
Holding my duvet in both hands, I inhaled a shuddery breath of anticipation.He pressed his cock through my labia, rubbing it up and down my slit with the most frustratingly slow pace.I wanted to push back, to force him inside me, but he was playing a game I desperately wanted to lose.I wanted to let him win, to let him drive me absolutely crazy.
And he did.
When he finally slipped the head of his cock inside me, I almost cried in relief.I expected him to move fast, hard, but he shocked me by continuing with a slow, sensual pace.It was almost torture.The languid pump of his hips, the easy glide of his shaft in and out of me.Stretching.Filling.Teasing.
He covered my body with his, curving his front to my back.I saw stars at this new penetration angle.With every downstroke, the head of his cock rubbed in just the right way, making me knees weak and my toes flex.He gripped my waist with one hand and the pillow in front of me with the other.He fucked me slow and deep, making me whine and beg.
I couldn’t get there.I was close.It felt so good, so damn good, but it wasn’t going to happen.I didn’t want to be greedy and demand he move.The man had spent nearly an hour with his face between my legs, sucking and licking and flicking until he’d wrung so many orgasms out of me I was nearly boneless.
I lifted my ass, letting him slide in a little deeper.He groaned and moved his hand from my waist to the space between my shoulder blades.He pushed down, holding me there as he picked up the pace, thrusting faster.
Our bodies made obscene sounds.I panted as the sexual energy in the room thrummed.Everything felt so good.From the top of my head to the very tips of my toes, I was vibrating with pleasure.
“Come here,” Shane growled, moving suddenly and rolling onto his side.I didn’t move fast enough, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, manhandling me into position.He dragged me across the empty space between us, forming my back to his chest.He grabbed my right knee and lifted up my leg, hooking it over his.
Then he was sliding into me again, thrusting his dick into me as we spooned atop my bed.I cried out at the sensual attack of his mouth on my neck.He licked and nipped, teething my skin as his cock speared in and out of me.
His hand rode the curve of my hip down toward my pussy.He found my clit, framed it between two of his thick fingers.The touch made me gasp.He knew exactly what he was doing.He was giving me the faintest brush of stimulation but not the direct touch I craved.
I clutched at his hip.He brought his other hand up between my breasts.I marveled at the size of him, at the way he practically dwarfed me but was always so gentle and careful.Even when moving me around and bending me in the most outrageous ways, he did it respectfully, cautiously.
I hoped he would handle my heart the same way.Because I was dangerously at risk of falling madly, deeply and completely in love with him.
Don’t break my heart.
That worried plea was quickly replaced by another plea, this one more desperate and needy.“Touch me, Shane.Please.Please touch me.”
“Like this?”He barely ghosted his fingertips over my swollen, throbbing clit.
“Yes.”I tried to force myself against him, chasing his hand with a thrust of my hips.He made me work for it, but he finally gave in and tapped my clit.I gasped at the shockwave of pure bliss.He did it again and again, harder each time.
“Look at you.”He nipped at my earlobe, biting with enough pressure to make me inhale sharply.“Look at how good you take me.”He growled and grabbed my breast.He snapped his hips faster, just driving his cock into me with powerful strokes.“That’s it.You come for me again.”
My thighs began to tremble.My lungs shuddered as I dragged in shaky, shallow breaths.“Shane,” I whined.
“Nope.Not stopping until you come again.”He wickedly circled my clit, smearing my slick heat around the pulsing pearl in time with his thrusts.“Scream for me, Melissa.”
