Page 9 of The Biker's Forbidden Love
“I’m giving us a chance.” I take a deep breath and look him dead in the eye. “I’m tired of waiting, Jesse. Either you take me now, or you don't take me at all.”
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JESSE
Lily’s words hang in the air. Her thighs are wrapped around mine, and it feels too good having her on my lap.
There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t be with her. She’s twenty years younger than me. Her father is my best friend and the president of the club. But there are so many reasons why I should.
She grinds her hips into me, and her eyes are pleading.
“God, Lily, you’re making this hard.”
“It’s not hard, Jesse. You either want me or you don’t.”
It’s so simple for her, but she has to understand what it means, the implications.
“I’m not playing with you, Lily. Once I claim you, you’re mine. Do you understand?”
Her eyes sparkle, and I think she’s going to cry. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
“You’ve got to understand the risks. When Bruno finds out, I might be out of the club. I’ll be exiled.”
“I don’t care,” she says. “As long as I’m with you.”
She slides my jacket off, her fingers trailing down my arms and over my biceps. I grab her around the waist and pull her onto my hips, grinding my hardness against her, letting her feel what she does to me.
“Be careful, Lily. You’re playing with fire.”
Her eyes flash. “Then let me burn.”
Holy shit. This woman’s too much. I’m powerless to resist. She grinds into me and I push upwards, needing to feel her. I kiss her slowly, tasting her neck and moving down her tender throat to her breasts, so full and so sweet and so perfect.
I grab her by the hips and lift her out of the chair. She wraps her thighs around me, and I carry her to the wall. Pressing her against the wall, I hold her in place as my hand pushes up her skirt. My finger trails over the gusset of her panties, and they’re damp already.
“Jesse,” she whines, and I love the way she says my name, all breathless. I pull the edge of her panties aside and slide my finger over her wet folds. She gasps and quivers under my touch.
“Are you really still a virgin, Lily?”
“Yes. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Holy Christ. This woman’s my undoing. More guilt wracks my body. I’ll be taking something precious from her, deflowering Bruno’s little girl.
She senses my hesitation and tilts her hips so her damp pussy grazes my fingers. Her hand takes mine, and she pushes it forward until the tip of my finger finds her opening.
“We shouldn’t do this.”
But it comes out feebly. There’s no way I can stop now. Not with Lily writhing against the palm of my hand.
“Yes, Jesse. We can.”
She moves forward so my finger sinks into her pussy. She cries out, her chest pushing forward, her tits sticking out.
“Fuuuck.” She feels good. So tight. I can’t imagine what my cock will feel like inside her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Lily.” I grab at her dress and tug hard. The buttons pop off, and her breasts tumble out and into my eager hand.
I press my mouth to her tits, sucking on her sweet, pillowy breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking hard as my finger works her pussy.
