Page 25 of The Biker’s Guilty Pleasur

He shook his head. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”

“But—”

“Don’t do it,” he warned. “I want to see those fucking tits. My tits. I’m going to touch them, suck them, fuck them.” She reluctantly moved her arms to the side. He leaned over and smoothed his rough hands up her thighs. Then he kissed her right between the legs.

She squealed and shot up into a sitting position in the bed.

“You’re going to like it. Relax for me. Lay back and open your legs. I want to see that pretty little pussy.”

“I can’t,” she said, holding them shut tightly.

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“Just a little taste. If you hate it, I promise I’ll stop.”

“Okay, I guess so,” she said. “I won’t like it, though.”

He internally laughed. She was going to fucking love it.

She was lush, the ultimate temptation naked on his mattress. Only weeks ago, she was ready to call the cops from the sight of him. Now she was agreeing to let him eat her pussy. It was all surreal.

“Anyone ever do this to you before?” he asked.

“No!” She sounded insulted. “I haven’t done anything with a man before.”

His dick got even harder, if that was possible, knowing she’d be all his and only his.

“Good. I like the sound of that.”

“You do?”

“You’re just for me. My special girl.”

The weight of that responsibility wasn’t lost on Reaper. He had to go slow, gentle, give her time to adjust to his size. Her first time had to be memorable, not painful. She was too important to him to rush this.

“I thought it would be a turnoff.”

“How?”

“I don’t have experience,” she said.

“No, another man hasn’t claimed you. I’ll be the only one with that pleasure.”

He held each of her knees, gently spreading them. Her cheeks were flush, her breathing rapid. In another few minutes, she’d be on cloud nine, begging him to fuck her.

Reaper dropped to one knee, tugging her roughly to the edge of the bed. He tentatively lapped right up her folds. Her entire body jolted. He smirked but she wasn’t watching.

He worked up a slow tempo until he was feasting on her pussy, fucking her with his tongue, flicking her clit until she was crying out and writhing in the sheets. No way was he giving her breathing room until she came all over his fucking face. He sucked on her clit, feeling the little bud pulse in his mouth ... so close.

“Reaper!” She clasped the bedding in both fists, no sign of the shy girl hiding herself minutes earlier.

“Relax. Don’t fight it,” he said before returning between her legs. He could live here, enjoying her sweet pussy and listening to her desperate cries for release.

It wasn’t long after, her urgency calmed, her body relaxing against the bed. The sounds changed to soft mewls as the heat of her release was imminent.

“Reaper,” she chanted his name now, rich and erotic. Her hips arched up, needing more, craving it like he knew she would.

Then, in the span of a second, her body detonated. She squealed, panting, her muscles taut as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her eyes were closed now, her chest still rising and falling in deep waves.