Page 13 of Oops! I Fell for the Biker Next Door

He bites his lip, barely even trying to hide his grin. "How am I supposed to think straight now that I know you're this wet for me?"

Fighting the urge to cover my face, I frown. "Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to finally finish what you've started?"

I don't need to part my thighs to show him the state he's put me in. He already knows well enough.

He answers me by dropping the underwear, making the correct decision to put his attention on the source of the wetness instead.

Chapter seven

Riot

Iought to take her on clean sheets and a bed as soft as the rest of her, not press her into the cold, hard ground of wild grass and fallen foliage. But as I part her with my tongue and lap at the sweet, heavy slick spilling from her, her back arches into my touch. She’s completely lost to the feeling—and so am I.

This must be what paradise tastes like.

She quivers as I press her thighs open further, giving myself more access to the delicious juices collecting between them.

When my tongue slides away from the source of such divine flavors, Zoey's hand finds the top of my head as I find her swollen clit. She's more sensitive than I could've ever expected, arching against my cut the moment I suck the nub between my lips.

She tries to silence her moan by clamping a hand over her mouth, but there's no stopping that sound from slipping through the cracks of her fingers.

My tongue rolls over her in long, wet strokes, tasting every drop she has to give like a greedy bastard until her hips are rolling, chasing after my mouth. From the way her thighs are starting to tremble, I know she's close.

Before she can reach that point, I pull away to look down at myself.

I can't remember the last time I've felt this hard. I forgot how painful it can be. Every time I find myself alone with the beauty, I end up in a similar state, but it's never been this bad.

I want to be inside her. Even if I don't know if I'll last more than a couple of thrusts, I want it to be her velvety walls squeezing and milking me of every drop.

Crawling my way back up her body, I silence her whimpers with a kiss radiating off the hunger I feel. Sharing the salty taste of her, I groan around her tongue as she laps eagerly. Working a hand between us, I claw at the strip of leather keeping my pants together. Once my belt is undone, the button of my jeans is next.

"I know it's ten years late, but I love you, Zoey." The words leave my lips, and it feels like a heavy weight drops from my body.

Her eyes grow wide. Hearing the confession out loud is a lot more effective than simply showing it. A smile curls onto her lips before she drags me back to her mouth. Her tongue tangles with mine as she devours my words hungrily, as if she's been starving for it just as long.

"Say it back," I growl against her lips, knowing I can't go another minute without hearing it from her. It'll be as sweet as the rest of her, and I'm dying to hear those three words. "Please, tell me, Zo."

"I love you, Riot," she breathes, the words trembling against my mouth before dissolving into a soft gasp as I push my jeans down just far enough to free myself.

The cool air hits my bare skin for only a fraction of a second before I line myself up against her entrance. The heat radiating from between her thighs is intoxicating. I pause right at the seam of her, resting the head of my length against her wetness, staring down into her eyes.

"I love you," she repeats, this time in a whisper. It's what makes me lose myself as I sink into her with one thrust, making her gasp as she sucks me all the way in.

She's so fucking tight. More overwhelming than anything I could've imagined. As I bottom out, I let out ragged breaths as I fight not to come right then and there. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I couldn't make my girl come before me during our first time together.

I pull back almost all the way, feeling the slick drag of her walls clinging to me, before sliding back in with a groan, trying to keep all my focus on her hitched breathing and soft whimpers.

A high, sweet sound rolls off of her tongue as her head tilts back. Her pulse races in the flutter of her throat, and I can see the sweat collecting into small beads. Dipping down, I can't help but get a taste.

With every thrust, I shift slightly, angling myself to hit that sweet spot inside her that makes her hips lift off the ground to meet mine.

"Riot... please," she sobs out, her arms tightening around my neck, pulling me down so she can kiss my jaw, my neck, anywhere she can reach as the sensation overpowers her.

Grinding against her just right, I feel the tight clutch of her body chasing her orgasm once more. Instead of stopping this time, I chase it.

When she suddenly cries out, her walls clamping down hard, it's a miracle I can go on. This is pure bliss, being milked like this.

Groaning against her ear, I chase after my own pleasure. Hammering through the clutch of her orgasm, it's not long before I can't hold back.