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“And this.” Another finger entered me. “And one more.” He curled his three fingers, creating an air-stealing pressure in me.
“Ah!” I clenched around his digits.
“Squeeze me, baby. Give it all you got.” But he didn’t keep still. He moved in and out of me, and the friction made me wetter and wetter.
“What are you doing?” The pressure inside my core was too much. My breathing quickened, and my muscles locked up while I tried to control how my body was reacting to the intense pleasure whirling through me.
“I’m finger-fucking you. It’s the next step before I fill you with my cock.” In and out, his fingers went. His hot mouth remained on me as he licked and sucked on my tingling pussy.
“Rocky!” I cried on the edge of a cliff, about to lose my mind. “I’m gonna… gonna… gonna…”
“Gonna come, Ella. Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Mhm.” I bobbed my head and writhed beneath him.
“Perfect. Now douse my fingers in your sweet cream. Be my dirty fucking girl.” His fingers moved faster and effortlessly, slipping and sliding from my wetness.
Suddenly, I bore down around him and screamed his name like a prayer. My pelvis jerked upward, and my release ripped through me like a freight train.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful when you come. I think you’re ready for the next level. What do ya think, Ella?”
Think? I couldn’t possibly form a coherent thought after my brain had turned to pudding. I trembled on the firm ground and squeezed his head between my thighs. I wanted to curl onto my side and sleep.
“Okay. I get it. You’re in recovery mode.” He pulled away, crawled beside me, and embraced me. “When I finally fuck you, it will be in my bedroom at the clubhouse. Not outside in the cold and dark.”
“Will your uncle be okay with us going there?”
Rocky snorted. “Sweetheart, lots of fucking goes on at the club. The better question is will you be okay with it? You’re so sweet and innocent.”
“Not so sweet and innocent after tonight.” I buried my face in his neck and kissed it. “When are you going to pop my cherry?” The anticipation had been keeping me up at night. I’d lie in bed, wishing I could relive our make-out sessions and feel his hands and lips on my neck and body. I was confident I’d struggle to sleep when I got home later. I’d be on a high until the morning after he’d gone down on me for the first time.
“Told ya. Before Halloween.” He pressed his lips to my temple. Rocky came across to many as rough, careless, and in general, an asshole. Maybe he was when he wasn’t around me. When we were alone, he let me see a different side of him than the biker who raised hell. Rocky wasn’t all hard lines and razor-sharp edges. He had a soft spot I liked to think had onlymy nameon it.
“That’s a few weeks away. I don’t want to wait that long.”
“Me either. I haven’t noticed you on your period. When do you expect it?”
“I don’t know.” My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” He peered at me with a hiked brow.
“My cycle is irregular. Some months I don’t get it at all. Before moving here, I was super active in gymnastics and cross-country running. It put my period off. My doctor said it was normal though.”
He stared at my face under the glow of the moon for a long beat. “I’m sure it’s totally normal.” He squeezed me tighter, as if sensing my unease. “We’ll just take it day by day. I don’t want to rush you.”
“You’re not, Rocky. You’ve been a perfect gentleman.”
“Baby, I just ate you out and finger-fucked you. I wouldn’t call that being a gentleman.” He snorted and rubbed my hip.
I giggled a little. “But I enjoyed it.”
“That’s all that matters to me.” He lifted my chin with his finger and gazed into my eyes. “If you don’t want to do something, just tell me. I’ll stop, Ella. I will never force myself on you.”
Oh, my heart. This was the soft, gooey warm spot I was confident he showed only me.
“I will never hurt you, baby. I might be a possessive, bossy cuss, but it would kill me if I hurt you. So don’t ever be afraid to tell me to stop, okay?”
“Okay.” I teared up as his lips descended on mine. Whenever we were together, I fell harder for the biker rockstar and worshipped the ground he rode his Harley on. He’d brought new and exciting layers into my bland, boring life. I couldn’t imagine living without him.
