Page 58 of The Biker's Vow


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“I’m yours. All yours.”

“Damn right you are,” he growls, descending on my pussy, giving me a lick. “Nothing sweeter than your pretty little cunt, baby. So wet and tight.” He pushes a finger inside me, hooking it to hit me in the spot that curls my toes when he makes a come here motion.

Digging my fingers into his dark hair, I smash his face down, holding him where I want him, smothering him with my pussy.

“Greedy and eager.” He grins up at me, slithering up my body to fill his mouth with one of my breasts. Teeth grazing my swollen areola. He repeats the motion with the other, going back and forth between the two while continuing to tease me with his fingers.

My juices slick against my thighs as he brings his fingers to his mouth to lick the taste of me off his digits.

The moan that leaves his lips is my undoing.

There’s nothing sexier than the sounds this man makes for me.

“You want this dick?”

I lick my lips. He knows I do.

“Say it.”

“I want you.”

He smacks my clit again. “What was that?”

“I want that fat dick.”

“Fuck yeah, you do. Get on top and ride me, babydoll.” He moves over, laying on his back, stroking his erection. Tempting and tantalizing.

I sink down on my man and go still enjoying the fullness of him inside me. His cock molding to the valley between my thighs like a perfect fit. Two halves of one whole. Two people have never fit together so good.

Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugs my head back and gives my ass a tap. “Fuck your man. Show me how much you want me to come.”

Rolling my hips, I start to move, giving him what he wants. I bounce on his thighs, my ass cheeks slapping across the tops as I grind.

“Like that. That’s my good girl. Fucking squeezing me. So tight, babydoll. Fucking perfect.” He groans and I fall forward to meet his awaiting lips.

“Uh. Uh. Uh,” I pant into his mouth, on the verge of getting off.

“Not yet. Not until I’m ready to fall with you,” he demands. “Hold it.”

“I can’t. I’m gonna…” I shake my head and close my eyes.

Slap. His hand whips across my backside.

“Eyes on me.”

The way he peers up at me with such tenderness and adoration, as though there’s nothing or no one he loves more than me, says more than words ever could. The heavy hitches of his breaths. The flex of his stomach muscles tightening beneath my nails.

“Don’t you dare come without me,” his voice comes at raspy as though he’s nearly there and fighting the pull.

Snaking an arm around my waist, he rolls us so that I’m beneath him.

I lift my hips, urging him on as he rubs the head of his cock through my juices, teasing and taunting me with every stroke.

“Please,” I whimper, ready to combust if he doesn't finish what he started.

My gaze meets the focused intensity of his as he renters me in one hard swoop.

“Made for me,” he says.

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