Page 17 of Property of Kevlar

“What are you waiting for?”

“Your permission.”

Her heart fluttered. Kev didn’t look like the type who would ask for things. All the bikers she knew took what they wanted when they wanted without a second thought.

He waited.

“Granted,” she said as she reached for his open fly.

In an uncoordinated dance, she lifted her ass, and he dragged her pants and panties along her legs. His eyes glittered as he went slack-jawed.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Her cheeks heated, and her pussy clenched.

Kev skimmed his palms up her legs, over her thighs, avoided her sex, and traveled up her hips. He skittered his fingertips along her belly, but somehow he didn’t tickle her. Instead, his barely there touch sparked fires and fueled the lava flowing through her veins.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

“What are you going to do about it?” she challenged as she sat up and yanked his pants past his hips to his thighs. They wouldn’t go farther. She didn’t have the leverage needed.

“Bend you over this couch until you forget your name,” he growled.

Without another word, he stood, grabbed her, and tugged her up to her feet. He covered her lips with his in an all-too-brief kiss that scarred her soul. When it ended, he winked, dug into his pocket, and pulled out a condom.

Placing it between his teeth, he held it there while he shoved his jeans down his legs until they were around his ankles. She couldn’t help it. Her gaze drifted of their own accord, and she got an eyeful of the length and girth of his manhood in all its glory. Now free, his cock bounced as it protruded from the nest of trimmed curls at his pelvis.

He tore the wrapper open and carelessly discarded it. Mesmerized by the sight, she watched as he rolled the latex, sheathing his length in protection.

Before she could react to the sight, his hands found her hips, and he twisted her.

Kelsey nearly lost her footing. She couldn’t be sure if her imbalance was because of the intensity of his affections or being spun, but she was disoriented for a moment.

Kev guided her toward the couch until she had to kneel on it. Fire burned on the small of her back as he urged her to lower her chest.

She took hold of the back of the couch as she followed his directive. With the wide stance, her chest rested against the cushions, and her breasts dangled beneath her.

A stinging heat popped in her ass as his hand came in contact with one cheek and then the other. Her pussy clenched as she mewed. He massaged the globes of her ass and eased the slight pain before he did it again. With each swat, she jolted but didn’t fight against his slaps; instead, she leaned into them and wiggled her butt, almost taunting him for more.

Her flesh burned, and her pussy was on fire. He hummed as he groped her ass. His thumb delved lower and unexpectedly grazed her slick lower lips. She groaned, enjoying the contrast of his sharp spanks and tender rubs.

“So hot,” he mumbled as he trailed his fingers along her slit. “Wet.”

She bit down on her lip. His digits slid into her arousal, as he explored her pussy, teasing her. She shuddered the moment he discovered her clit, circled it, and applied the slightest bit of pressure.

This man knew what he was doing.

“What do you want, Kitten?” Kev asked as he drove two fingers into her channel.

Kelsey gasped. Every thought she’d ever possessed left her brain.

“I want to fuck you.” His demand was hot as it breezed over the shell of her ear. “Will you let me?”

She whimpered and quaked while his fingers wiggled within her. Her lips moved, but no discernable sound came from her. Merely a whispered attempt at agreement.

“I will when you ask for my cock,” he teased.

In and out, his fingers pumped painfully slow. She pushed back against them, moaning.