Page 40 of Diary of a Biker Queen

She moaned and dove her fingers into my hair, a slight pressure on the back of my head, encouraging me to go further. Faster. Harder.

I did. I touched my open mouth to her pussy and alternated between driving my tongue into her opening and flicking it at the little bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. I stared up her body and memorized every changing expression on her face, every noise she made, every breathy gasp that fell from her perfect lips.

Just in case this was the only time I would get to do it.

I wanted to remember every second so I could play it over and over in my head when she realized it was actually Luca she wanted to play bad girl with. Or when she walked away and raised this baby with Dax.

I didn’t fit in this equation and I knew it, but she was giving me this. I wasn’t stupid enough to say no. I couldn’t even if I had wanted to.

All I could do was watch her and the way her body reacted so damn perfectly to every place I touched.

So I saw when Luca crossed the room and put one knee on the bed. And I watched him pull her elastic bralette over her head and drop it on the floor.

“Luca,” she moaned.

And fuck, my dick kicked so damn hard. Maybe I should have been jealous she was moaning his name, but it was impossible to be when her legs were around my head and it was my tongue that had her writhing, on the brink of an orgasm I could practically taste in the way her pussy flooded my mouth with fresh waves of arousal.

Luca looked at me, and when I didn’t complain, he gazed down at Nyah. “You want me to touch you, princess?”

She said nothing, her eyes closed, her soft breath falling from parted lips.

Luca ran his thumb over them, then pressed it into her mouth.

Her eyes flew open, connecting their gazes.

“Suck,” he commanded.

And fuck, it shouldn’t have been hot, him bossing her around. But it was.

Her lips closed around his thumb, and when he popped it free, he dragged it down her chest, in between the swells of her tits, leaving a hot, wet trail everywhere he touched. He circled one of her breasts, edging closer and closer to her nipple with every pass until she was whimpering.

“Say you want me,” he whispered.

Defiance flashed in her eyes, and she said nothing.

I licked two fingers and thrust them up inside her, stretching her pussy around me easily because she was already so wet from my mouth.

“Oh God!”

She was loud, and after listening to Dax make her moan all night, the sounds of her cries were music to my ears. I wanted more of it. More of her moaning uncontrollably. More of her screaming my name as loud as she’d screamed Dax’s.

“Stop fucking playing with her,” I said to Luca, who was still refusing to touch her properly, even though her nipples were so taut and needy it was driving me to distraction.

He just smirked at me. “Not until she says please.”

“Please, Luca,” she moaned.

“Was that so hard?”

God, he was such a fucking prick. It pissed me off that I liked him as much as I did. I had a feeling Nyah felt the same way.

But there was no doubt Luca knew what he was doing. He lowered his head to her nipple and sucked one into his mouth.

She practically flew off the bed, with the combination of his mouth and hands working her breasts and my tongue and fingers filling her pussy.

Luca watched me, timed his movements with mine, the two of us working together to build her up until she was right on the edge.

I added a third finger, and with Luca’s lips wrapped around her nipple, and my fingers deep inside her, pressing on her G-spot, she fell over the edge.