Page 6 of My Wild Biker

"God yes. Don't stop."

I pull her shirt up and over her head, toss it somewhere behind me. She's wearing a simple black bra and what it's holding makes my mouth go dry. I palm both breasts through the fabric and she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.

"Bedroom," she says, breathless.

"Here first."

I reach behind her and unhook the bra with one hand. It falls away and then she's bare from the waist up and I take a second just to look. Her breasts are heavy and full, nipples already tight. I lower my head and take one into my mouth.

The sound she makes is better than anything I imagined at the bar.

I work her nipple with my tongue while my hand palms the other breast, thumb circling until she's panting and her hands fist in my hair.

When I bite down gently, she gasps and her hips roll forward seeking friction.

I straighten up and kiss her mouth again, messy and deep, while my hands work her jeans open. Get the button undone and the zipper down, then slide my hand inside her underwear.

My fingers find her slick and ready she makes a sound that's half gasp half moan.

"Fuck," I breathe against her mouth.

She laughs, breathless. "That's the idea."

I work her with my fingers, learning fast what makes her breath hitch, what makes her grip my shoulders harder. She's not quiet and she's not performing. The sounds are honest and desperate, and I want to remember every single one.

"Chuck." My name sounds like begging.

"Tell me what you need."

"You. Inside me. Now."

I pull my hand back and she whimpers at the loss. Work her jeans and underwear down her hips, let them fall to her ankles. She kicks them off along with her shoes.

When I shove my jeans and boxers down just enough, her eyes track my hands, and her tongue touches her top lip like she's already thinking ahead.

"Come here," I say, and my voice sounds rougher than intended.

She does.

I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist, thighs thick and strong bracketing my hips. Her weight is perfect, substantial, real. I position her and push inside in one slow thrust that has both of us groaning.

She's tight and hot and I give her five seconds to adjust before I start moving. She's got her back against the wall and I'm holding her up by her ass, my fingers digging into soft flesh.

Every thrust makes her gasp and her breasts bounce with the movement, and I can't look away from her face, from the way her mouth falls open, and her eyes go half-lidded.

"Harder," she says.

I obey.

The angle has me hitting deep and she's making sounds now that are barely words, just desperate need vocalized.

Her nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt. Her head tips back against the wall and I lean forward to bite her neck, not hard but enough she feels teeth.

"Oh god, yes, right there."

I shift my grip so I can get a hand between us, find her clit with my thumb and press circles. She tightens around me immediately and I know she's close.

"That's it, darlin'. Let me feel it."