Page 11 of Biker's Temptation
He grasped my inner thighs, spreading me open again and snaked his tongue right down to my hole.He thrust into me, fucking me with it, and I screamed with shock and delight.It was so unexpected, but it felt so, so good.
I pushed up on my elbows, watching this dangerous, hard man explore my pussy.He proved to be a man of his word as he gave me pleasure.What had I done to deserve this?To be this lucky?To find this man in the last place I ever expected?
His tongue returned to my clit, lapping a little faster and with more pressure.He pressed one finger into me, burying it up to his scarred knuckle.A second finger followed, filling me.He curved them inside me, thrusting in time with his tongue.
I panted and shook, my whole body on fire as he wickedly worked me.The chunky silver rings on his fingers glinted under the overhead lights, reminding me that I was with a wild, dangerous man.A reformed criminal.A biker.A man so far removed from my quiet librarian life he might as well have been an alien.
“Shane!”I shouted his name as I climaxed for the second time.My pussy fluttered around his fingers, and he groaned against my clit, sucking and lashing me with his tongue until I was a soaking wet and quivering mess.
But he wasn’t done with me.
Not even close.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, dragging me upright.He now had three fingers of his other hand buried in my pussy, stretching me to the limit.He forced me to look at him, to stare into his lust-darkened eyes, as he began to thrust those fingers in and out of me.
I cried out in shock and pleasure.I’d never experienced this, never been finger banged so hard and fast.I held onto his shoulders, my nails biting into his cotton tee and the skin underneath.His fingers curved a little harder, pressing into a spot that made my whole body shudder.
Intense waves of rapturous joy overwhelmed me.The orgasm that he ripped from me was so powerful, so decadent.I gushed around his fingers, making a slick mess of his hand as I cried out his name again and again.
He crashed his mouth into mine, sharing my scent and taste as his tongue danced with mine.He swallowed my cries, silencing me as he forced me to ride out wave after wave of the climax.
Finally, he showed mercy.His fingers went still inside me but stayed fully sheathed.He kissed down my chin and along my jaw, following the line of my throat to the spot where my vein thumped rapidly.He pressed a tender kiss there, the sweetness of it making my eyes sting.
He loosened the fingers tangled in my hair but didn’t let go.He slowly withdrew the fingers of his other hand from my pussy.If I thought he couldn’t shock me again, I was sorely mistaken.He slowly licked and sucked my essence from his fingers.I inhaled shakily, just completely overwhelmed by this untamed man.
Staring into my eyes, he said roughly, “I’m coming back tomorrow to fix your library.”He let his hungry gaze roam my naked curves.“And then I’m getting another taste of this.”
Oh, I’m in trouble.
Chapter four
Shane
WhatamIdoing?
Parked in the semi-circle drive of Melissa’s historic house, I sat in my truck and stared at the front door.I had walked out of it less than ten hours ago, and every single minute I had been away from her felt like an eternity.This wasn’t like any other infatuation I’d experienced.This was different.
She’s different.
Special.
And not meant for a man like me.
If I was a better man, I would start my truck and leave right now.I would go home, get on my bike and ride until my hands go numb and my legs ache.Until I forgot the coffee-brown hue of her eyes.Until I forgot the sounds she made when she came.Until I forgot the intoxicating taste of her pussy and the way she flooded my fingers when I forced that third orgasm out of her.
Fuck.
My cock ached in my jeans.I had jerked off twice last night after getting home.The first time, I had barely gotten my front door shut behind me before I was yanking my dick out of my pants and stroking hard and fast to the memory of my face buried in Melissa’s cunt.The smell of her clung to me, and I had reveled in it, in the musk and tang of her.
The second time had been less than an hour later.Tossing and turning in bed, I kept thinking about her.I kept remembering the way her nails scratched at my scalp, the way she gripped my shoulders and shuddered when she came.My cock had throbbed to life, and I had made a mess of my hand and sheets by the time I was done.
Realizing I was well and truly fucked, I wiped my hand down my face and tried to make a decision.If I left right now, she might not even know I had come back.She might think I had been all talk.She would chalk it up to me being a liar who couldn’t be trusted and forget all about me.
But the thought of losing her trust, of disappointing her, absolutely gutted me.I wanted her to believe in me.I wanted to her to know she could count on me for anything.Keeping her safe in a bar fight.Giving her a ride home.Tongue-fucking her into an orgasm that left her weak and shaking.Fixing her little library.
I want to be her man.I want to be the one she calls when she needs something.
But does she want me?
