Page 33 of My Single Dad Biker

"Harder. I need harder."

He lifts his head and looks at me. "You sure?"

"Yes. Please."

Something shifts in his expression. He pulls almost all the way out and then slams back in hard and deep and I cry out.

"Like that?"

"Yes. God, yes."

He does it again. Pulls out. Slams in. His hips start moving faster now and the bed is moving under us and I'm making sounds I've never made before.

He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand and the loss of control combined with the angle of his thrusts pushes me closer to the edge.

"Touch yourself," he says.

"What?"

"Your clit. Touch it. I want to feel you come around my cock."

I slide my free hand between us and find my clit and start rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

The sensation is almost too much.

Him pounding into me. My fingers on my clit. His hand pinning my wrists. His eyes on my face.

"That's it," he says. "You're close. I can feel it. Your body's gripping me so tight."

"Holt, I'm—"

"Come for me, Katherine."

I come harder than the first time, clenching around him so tight he groans and his rhythm falters. The orgasm seems to go on forever, waves of pleasure that make my whole body shake.

When I finally come down he's still moving inside me and still hard.

"You didn't—"

"Not yet."

He pulls out suddenly and I make a sound of protest. Then he flips me over onto my stomach. His hands go to my hips and he pulls me up onto my knees.

"I want you like this," he says, and his voice is rough.

I feel him position himself behind me and then he's pushing inside again and this angle is deeper. So much deeper. I drop to my forearms and push back against him.

"Fuck," he groans. "Look at you."

His hands grip my hips hard and he starts moving. Faster than before. Harder. I can hear the sound of skin meeting skin and I'm making sounds with every thrust.

One of his hands slides up my spine and tangles in my hair.

He wraps it around his fist and pulls gently, arching my back, and the angle changes and he's hitting something inside me that makes my eyes roll back.

"You feel so good," he says. "So fucking perfect."

I'm already building toward another orgasm.