Page 23 of The Biker's Captive
“Are you sure?”
She bits her bottom lip and nods. “I think I like it rough.”
Could this woman be any more perfect?
I hoist her up by the hips, and she wraps her legs around me as I carry her to the bedroom.
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WILLOW
Pans throws me on the bed, and I give a little bounce before his body crashes into mine. If this is being gentle, I wonder what rough sex would be like
His hand scraps my hair back, cupping my face so we’re almost touching.
“Willow, I love you.”
A warmth fills my heart. It’s been less than a week since I met this man, but I’m so certain of him, so sure that our lives are meant to be entwined.
I've always been a gentle soul. That’s what my mom always said, and maybe this is what I'm meant to do. Heal this man, coax out the gentleness that I know is inside him.
But right now, it's the animal inside, the beast as he calls it, that I want to see.
Pans tugs off my panties, and I shiver as the cool air hits my pussy. Then his mouth closes over me, and warm breath blows over my most sensitive bits.
The new sensations wash over me as his tongue flicks against my hard core. My back arches and I grab the sheets, the sensation almost too much to bear.
Pans is everything I thought he would be, rough and unpredictable with his tongue, plunging it into my pussy then licking my hard hub. Driving me wild with never knowing what’s coming next.
Just when I think I can’t bear it anymore, he slows down. His roving tongue gently laps at my clit, and his fingers brush again my sticky entrance.
I practically purr at his soft touch; at the sensitive side he’s showing me. I sigh at the slow way he moves his mouth, kissing my pussy lips. When his finger slides inside, I cry out in surprise. I’ve never had anything inside me before, and the new sensation makes me hungry for more.
As if reading my mind, Pans slips another finger into me and then a finger into my back passage.
I sit up on the bed, not sure how I feel about this new intrusion. Pans looks up, his chin glistening with pussy juice, and gives me a wicked look.
“Relax, Willow,” he says. “Now you’re mine. I have to claim every part of you.”
His finger moves inside me, and I groan at the sensation. He thrusts his hand deeper, his intense gaze on mine.
“You’re mine forever, Willow. You'll always have my protection.”
Warmth surges through me as he dips his head and gets back to my aching pussy. His pace quickens and I meet every finger thrust with my hips, wanting more, wanting it deeper in both entrances.
Pans talks about his beast, but he’s unleashed something inside of me too. Grabbing the back of his head, I pull his face onto my pussy, sliding up and down against his face as my climax builds. I feel wanton, I feel dirty, and I feel completely safe.
Then I don’t feel anything but pleasure. Waves and waves of it coursing through my body as I fall over the cliff of my climax, my openings clenching against his palm, squeezing his fingers so hard I think they might get stuck inside me.
But Pans doesn’t stop. Relentlessly, he works my pussy through the orgasm until it tumbles into the next one, and I’m screaming his name as I grip his face to my pussy, my legs sticking straight up in the air.
Only when I stop shaking does he come up for air. But only for a moment.
He’s grinning as he shimmies up the bed and kisses me hard. I taste my own tangy flavor on his lips.
Fumbling with his belt, I tug his clothes off. The two orgasms have only made my pussy more needy for him, hungry to feel him inside me.
Pans kneels over me, his cock sticking straight out, a bead of pre-cum hanging from the tip.
