Page 57 of Torrent’s Treasure

Torrent didn’t waste time. He picked her up, carrying her in his arms through the room to their bedroom.

“I want you with every breath in my body, but if at any time, you get scared, we can stop,” Torrent vowed, letting her legs go so she could stand. Still, the gruff biker was being kind, soft, and taking care of her. She turned toward him, looking up and placing her hand against his cheek, loving the feel of his beard against her skin.

“I want you just as much. You saved me. When I called, you didn’t hesitate to help me. You’ll always be my hero, Torrent. Now, make me yours,” she implored, smiling at him.

His eyes lit with heat. He didn’t waste any time, divesting her of her cut proclaiming she was his, and hanging it up. He pulled his off and did the same. His fingers brushed her cheek, sending shivers through her.

She closed her eyes, letting herself just feel his lips coasting along her face, taking her mouth. Until Torrent, she hadn’t realized the pleasure in kissing until every nerve was humming.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he slid her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She reached to pull his shirt over his head. He dropped kisses over her chest until he captured her nipple with his lips, sucking and nibbling until she wanted to scream.

“Torrent, please,” she whispered.

“In time,” he said, doing the same to her other breast until they both ached. He dropped to his knees, unlacing the boots she’d worn, sliding them off with her socks. He kissed her belly above her jeans before unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down, trailing kisses across the skin he exposed.

The ache was growing between her legs as he slid her jeans down them. He paused, staring at her panties, if they could even be called that. There was a tiny triangle held together by two strings.

“This is so sexy,” he groaned, his tongue licking around the triangle, before turning her around. “Oh, babe. I could never have waited all evening if I’d known your ass was decorated with this,” he confessed, kissing across her butt and then nipping her hip.

He slid the panties down, then lifted her up to lay her on the bed. He stood at the end of the bed, taking his boots, jeans, and briefs off quickly. He palmed his hard cock as he stared at her, his knee on the bed.

Cecilia cupped her breasts, spreading her legs apart. She wanted Torrent to realize how much she wanted him.

He grinned at her, leaning over, trailing kisses up her legs and thighs while he crawled closer to her.

“Please say you’re doing okay because if I don’t sink into you soon, I think my dick will explode,” he quipped, when he paused to breathe deeply of her scent.

She chuckled. “Fuck me now. I don’t need everything else, just get inside me because I ache.”

“Sorry, babe, I’ve waited forever to taste and feast on my pussy. Lie back and I’ll get inside you soon,” he grinned, waggling his eyebrows and settling between her legs, his warm breath at her core.

“Your pussy?” she teased before moaning at the first touch of his lips and tongue. Oh shit! She’d never experienced this, much less with someone she loved. Each touch of his tongue and lips was driving her higher. When she couldn’t stay still, thrusting her pussy closer to him, Torrent growled and added his fingers. It was too much to keep track of—his lips, his fingers, the rhythm that was driving her higher.

“I’m going to come,” she moaned.

“Come for me,” Torrent said.

At his words, she let herself fall over the precipice, the waves crashing over her. When she came back to herself, Torrent was kissing up her stomach, his hands caressing her stomach and breasts before he notched himself at her entrance, a condom she’d missed him putting on to protect them.

“My baby’s soaked for me. Gonna fuck you and make you mine now,” he growled, pressing inside her, his hard cock filling her in one smooth stroke.

“Oh fuck, you feel huge,” she groaned.

Torrent smirked, pulling out and plunging back in. She loved that he wasn’t treating her like she was broken but was showing her how much he loved her with every stroke.

“Love you, Cecilia. Not gonna last inside your hot pussy,” he muttered.

“I love you, Torrent,” she whispered, tightening her legs to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Good?” he panted, as he continued to hammer inside her in the best way, the sensations building and layering until she couldn’t wait to come.

“So, so good,” she moaned, and she meant it. There were no flashbacks, nothing to intrude on this moment with Torrent. She wasn’t cured or healed by any means, but in this moment, everything was perfect with the man who’d saved her and shown her love.

He nodded, then proceeded to blow her mind, his hips thrusting in and out all while his eyes stared at her. In no time, she was building again, but even if she didn’t come before he did, she didn’t care.

But her man was watching her and wasn’t going to go without her. He leaned over, taking her nipple in his mouth while thrusting inside her, his cock dragging deliciously against her channel. She moved with him, the sensations dragging her up again, her hands grasping his shoulders as she let herself fall over again, moaning as Torrent groaned, his cock twitching inside her, sweat rolling down his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his chest as she licked the sweat off.