Page 123 of Watching Her

“Do you want me?” he whispered.

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you crave having my cock buried deep inside your hot, wet pussy?”

“Yes.” I kneaded his muscles, savoring every second of tracing the indentations. How could any man be so perfectly chiseled?

“Then as I told you before, you deserve everything. And I’m going to ensure that you receive it.”

He rolled his lips across my jaw to my lips, biting my lower one before finally breaking our heated connection. But only long enough for him to yank off my shirt while I struggled to tear off his jacket.

His shirt was next and as soon as the entirety of his chest was bare, I lowered my head and pressed kisses from side to the other.

Every sound was guttural, so much like the predator I’d realized he’d always been. Being with him was exciting, thrilling in a way I shouldn’t hunger for, but here we were. I was already fumbling with his belt while still licking his stomach.

He fisted my hair, taking several deep breaths while allowing me to enjoy myself. I could easily explore every inch of his body for hours, but we both had a sense of urgency.

As I made my way back toward his lips, his patience ran out. With his hand firmly wrapped around my hair, he yanked my head, crushing my mouth as before. This time there was even more of a dire need, the hunger we were both experiencing explosive.

Soon after, we were too crazed, animals in the wild who couldn’t control our actions. Within seconds, the remainder of our clothes were tossed away and he had me in his arms. His two long strides had him straddling the bike, leaning back on the seat.

As I straddled the Harley as well, facing him as I did, I realized the bike suited his personality perfectly.

While I remained on my toes, returning to the enjoyment of kneading his chest, he pretended he had something to lean against. He even crossed his arms behind his head, wearing a smirk I’d first seen at the hotel.

A game, huh?

“What if I hadn’t burned you with coffee? Who would have been the lucky contestant?”

His smirk faded, his eyes darkening to an entirely different color. “Apparently you don’t understand. All that I really wanted was you. Every single inch. And I knew the first time I saw you that I wouldn’t leave San Diego without getting exactly what I wanted.”

“Good answer.”

Apparently, he wasn’t interested in waiting any longer or playing any additional games. He yanked me closer, forcing me to lean against him. His hot breath created shivers, the way he was looking at me keeping me wet and my pussy throbbing.

And his words were everything I needed.

“There’s no one else but you, sweet Penelope. You’re exactly what I want and need. Now ride me, baby, because I’m in pain.”

What was it about the thought of fucking a man on a Harley that was so sinfully appealing?

Everything.

I rubbed my palm down his chest, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, which was throbbing. The warmth was incredible. As I stroked him several times, his eyelids became heavier, now hooded. Another perfect reflection of his dominating personality.

There was such enjoyment in feeling like I held some control, including by rolling his cockhead up and down my slickened pussy. The scent of our combined desire wafted between us, carried by the light breeze. The setting was perfect, the sound of leaves being tickled on their branches and the water teasing the rocks amazing.

He gripped my hip, a reminder not to keep him waiting.

As soon as I pushed the tip just inside, he dropped his gaze, taking his time shifting it up my chest to my face. Now, with his nostrils flared, he appeared even more like a predator just before yanking me down.

I threw my head back, allowing a strangled moan to express my joy. The feel of his cock filling me, stretching my muscles was incredible. An instant ache turned into sheer rapture. Still on the balls of my feet, I rocked against him.

He kept a firm hold on my hip, tossing his other arm behind his head as if completely relaxed. And he enjoyed allowing me to do the work.

Somehow, he kept the bike steady as I bucked hard, rising several times until only the tip was inside. His chest rose and fell as my actions became more forceful. I pressed both hands on his chest, even digging my nails into his skin.

He was lovely to look at, terribly handsome and I felt so free around him of both burdens and guilt, I considered this an incredible moment shared.