Page 24 of The Biker's Captive
My pussy clenches in anticipation. Wanting to feel him inside me, I push my hips forward.
“Claim me, Pans. Make me yours.”
He grips the base of his cock and gives a hard stroke.
“I’ll try to be gentle, precious.”
“You don't need to be gentle. I want you to be rough. I want you to be yourself.”
His eyes burn with desire at my words, but still he hesitates.
“You don't know what you’re asking, Willow. I could break you.”
“Then show me.” My fingers slide down my tits. Pans’s gaze follows their path as I tug on my already hard nipples.
Suddenly, his hands are on my hips and he flips me over on the bed, my face hitting the duvet.
I give a gasp of surprise as his fingers dig into my hips, pulling my ass into the air.
A surge of wet heat pools in my pussy and drips slowly down my thigh as his cock presses between my ass cheeks.
“I’ll let myself go if that’s what you want.” His breath is hot on my neck, the low base rumble making my insides melt. “But if you want me to stop, you tap the bed twice like this.” He taps the mattress like a wrestler tapping out.
“And if you can’t reach the bed, you tap my thigh, my shoulder, wherever you can reach. You tap out, and I’ll stop immediately.”
I nod. A twinge of nervousness vibrates through my body, but it only adds to the anticipation.
“But if you don't tap out…” He nips my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. “I will keep going and going and going. You understand?”
I nod.
“Say it, Willow. I need to hear your voice.”
“Yes,” I croak. “Can you please fuck me now?”
Pans give a low wicked laugh and runs his hand down my back. It rests on my ass before he pulls it back and slaps my butt cheek.
I yelp in surprise, but the sting only adds to my desire.
“I want this, Pans. Give me your darkness. Let me absorb it.”
He sucks in a breath. There’s a moment of stillness, and then he’s on me, his cock prodding my entrance, pushing in and stretching my pussy.
One hand grabs my tit, pinching the nipple, and I know I’ll be bruised in the morning, but right now, I don’t care. All I care about is the feel of his cock as he guides the tip inside.
I swivel my hips back, wanting more and wondering what he’s waiting for.
I feel sick with anticipation, dripping wet and needing a release. I'm ready for him. I'm nervous and I'm excited all at once.
All of a sudden he thrusts home, and I cry out as white heat burns my insides. I’ve never felt so full, and I’m so stretched I might burst.
I grab the sheet, howling into it as Pans stills, but only for a moment. Then he slides right out of me.
“I’ve got your virgin blood on my cock.”
There’s wonder in his voice and I’m so glad I gave that to him, but now that I’ve had a taste, I want him back inside me.
“Please,” I whimper, “don’t stop.”
