Page 15 of Trusting The Biker


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To me, her scars are nothing to be embarrassed by. They are a part of her and her story.

Badges of honor of a woman who gave every piece of herself to provide for her children.

“Fuck, baby. You’re beautiful. Prettiest present I’ve ever received. You laying here hot and bothered for me.” Staring at her laid out on my bed, all I can think is God, I love this woman and she has no idea. I’m obsessed with the thought of her coming on my cock and crying out my name as she does the act.

But first, I’m going to worship my woman like the goddess she is.

Kissing each inner side of her ankles, I alternate peppering kisses up the smooth skin of her calves and thighs until I reach the heart of her desire. I kiss the tops of her thighs, saving the best part for last. Zoe shudders beneath me, and I can smell her arousal. Her need. A womanly musk with a bit of sweetness. A scent I can only describe as she smells like she belongs to me.

Mine.

All mine.

Can’t fucking wait to taste her.

Skipping over her pussy, I continue to her hips, kissing her scars. Working my way along her navel, up the valley between her breasts, teasing every inch of her skin with my lips, tongue, and fingers.

“I’m undressed. It’s only fair that you take all of this off as well.” Her fingers skim my abs under my tee. Her nails lightly scratching me.

“Fair enough.” Leaning back on my calves, I swiftly raise my shirt over my head, chucking the cotton somewhere behind me.

“Pants too,” she orders, and I comply.

Her emerald green eyes widen at the sight of my cock jutting out. I wouldn’t say I’ve got a monster dick. I’m merely above average.

Naked and erect, I return to worshiping her body.

Lavishing her tan, freckled skin with affection as she wraps a fist around my veiny length.

Fuck me. If she keeps jerking my cock like that, I’m going to explode like a damn two pump chump. Shit should be embarrassing, but I’m not ashamed of how badly I desire Zoe. Crave sliding inside her sweet heat. Showing her the way a real man romanticizes a woman.

“I need you,” she whispers against my lips.

“You’ve got me. All night, sweetheart. Or long as you want me for.” I sound like a pussy whipped bastard, but I don’t care. Zoe means more than a meaningless fuck to me.

She deserves something good, and I want to be the man who gives it to her.

“Hope you aren’t overly attached to these.” I rip her lacey bottoms clean off without any protest from her.

Shifting between her thighs, I bury my face there. Delving my tongue inside her slick, velvety heat. Her sweetness coats my tongue. Goddamn she’s wet.

Damn near perfect.

Nothing better than this except maybe my cock in her.

Not even got there yet, but I know she’s going to be worth the wait.

Worth fighting for.

Chapter Six

“Oh, my god. Holy shit.” I roll my lips inward, digging my nails into the back of Prodigy’s ass as he thrusts inside me.

He grins at me, not missing a beat. Every thrust is more delicious than the last.

Sweet lord, the things this man has been doing to me.

I’ve never felt so wanted in all my life.

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