Page 39 of Biker In My Bed


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The things he did to me were slow and simple, and yet they sent all my senses into overdrive. Waiting for him to put his mouth on me, I trembled, and it became harder to breathe.

“Please,” I whispered as my hips shifted, begging him to do something—anything that would give me relief.

“Mmm,” he hummed before he nuzzled my clit with his nose. He had me tense and desperate as he softly feathered his parted lips over the sensitive skin. Then he licked through my already throbbing slit and I dug my heels into his back. I gasped as he kissed my pussy the way he’d kissed my mouth.

His tongue pushed in and I whimpered.

“So damn good,” he murmured before going back to work. He sucked and licked like it was his last supper. That magic mouth of his drawing my orgasm closer with each little thing he did.

Then he added two fingers to the mix. They curled and circled deep inside as he stroked that perfect spot—the one most guys could find but didn’t know how to actually manipulate.

Somehow, he managed to suck on my clit as he rapidly flicked it with his tongue.

It. Was. Heaven.

I wanted to grab him by the hair and grind against him, but I needed to keep myself propped up. If I didn’t, I’d probably slam my head back into the mirror.

I was desperate. Panting and whining like an animal, I couldn’t even move my hips because he held my thighs in a bruising grip.

“Max, oh God, Max,” I chanted as the pressure built. I fought to increase the friction and pressure, but he wouldn’t let me budge.

Then he stopped and I gasped, “No!”

The devious chuckle he let loose had me growling in frustration. “Why did you stop?”

“Because you come when I want you to come,” he replied, lips glistening and swollen. It wasn’t in me to be embarrassed that they looked like that from what he’d been doing between my legs—I was too frustrated.

“I was almost there!”

“And you’ll get there again. But now you have to beg for it.”

“You fucker,” I ground out, but he only laughed before he tsked.

“That’s not gonna get you what you want.”

“You cannot be serious.” My jaw dropped as my chest heaved to drag oxygen into my lungs.

“I’m dead serious, baby.” He leaned in enough to flick the tip of his wickedly talented tongue over my throbbing clit. But that was it—just a tease.

If my pussy could whine, it would’ve been, because it clenched repeatedly—craving the release only he could give.

For a second, I considered being stubborn.

Then he nipped and kissed my inner thighs. So close, but not where I needed him to be. “Okay. Please,” I finally breathed. “Please.”

“Please what?” Again, with a teasing little lick.

“God, please make me come,” I begged, like he wanted me to.

“Mmm, see? You’re such a good girl,” he crooned as he reached up and trailed his wet fingers over my lower lip, painting me in my own fluid. “Suck them,” he insisted as he gently pushed them between my lips.

I’d never tasted myself before, but I greedily cleaned his fingers. Anything to get him to continue.

It wasn’t… unpleasant. And I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

The corner of his mouth kicked up in satisfaction before he put it back where I needed it. He slipped his fingers back inside my sheath and quickly found his rhythm. Fuck, he was so good at it, too.

My eyelashes fluttered and I gasped.

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