Page 27 of My Veteran Biker

I can feel the orgasm building, coiling tight in my stomach, but he won't let me get there. Just keeps that slow grind while his thumb works my clit in maddening circles.

"Knox, please!"

"Please what?"

"Let me come."

"Not yet. I want to feel you from a different angle first."

He pulls out and I whimper at the loss.

Before I can protest he's flipping me over, pulling my hips up so I'm on my hands and knees.

His hands spread my ass cheeks apart and I feel exposed, vulnerable, every soft part of me on display.

"Beautiful," he says, and then he's pushing back in from behind.

The angle is deeper, more intense. I can feel him hitting places that make my toes curl, can feel the weight of his body covering mine as he leans over me.

His chest presses against my back and one hand slides around to cup my breast, kneading the soft flesh while he drives into me.

"This body," he says against my ear. "These curves. You have no idea what you do to me."

His other hand grips my hip, fingers pressing into the soft flesh there, and he uses the leverage to pull me back onto him with each thrust.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with my gasps and his rough breathing.

I can feel sweat running down my spine, can feel my arms starting to shake from holding myself up.

He notices and his hand slides from my breast to my stomach, supporting my weight as he pounds into me.

"Touch yourself," he says. "Make yourself come on my cock."

I slide one hand between my legs and find my clit, already swollen and sensitive. The first touch makes me cry out and I can feel myself clenching around him.

"That's it," he says. "Fuck, I can feel you getting tighter."

I circle my clit faster and the orgasm hits like a freight train.

My whole body locks up, clenching around him so hard I hear him grunt. Wave after wave crashes through me and I'm distantly aware that I'm making sounds, high desperate noises I don't recognize.

He keeps thrusting through my orgasm, prolonging it until I'm shaking and oversensitive and begging him to stop, to keep going, I don't even know what I want anymore.

"One more," he says. "Give me one more and then I'll come."

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

He pulls out and flips me onto my back again.

Before I can catch my breath he's sliding back in, hooking my legs over his shoulders so I'm completely open to him.

The angle lets him go impossibly deep and I can feel him in my stomach, filling me so completely there's no room for anything else.

He fucks me hard and fast, chasing his own release now, and I can see the strain on his face, the way his jaw is clenched and his arms are shaking.

His hand finds my clit again and the pressure is almost too much on my oversensitive flesh but then I feel it building again, impossibly, a third orgasm gathering force.