Beauty & The Biker

“My princess, has such a tasty pussy, so fucking sweet,” I tell her sweeping my tongue over her sensitive spot. I lick her from front to back repeating the motion as my thick fingers work in and out of her velvety center.

Her legs kick, her arms rub up and down her torso in ecstasy. “Oh God Tristian. I can’t. The pressure is building inside me,” she pleads trying to wiggle away from me, but loving the feeling too much to fight against me.

“Isa, are you close?” I ask knowing she is straddling the edge.

Her knees squeeze against me. Her body trembles and shakes as her orgasm rolls through her and coats my fingers.

I grin up at her and slide my fingers out from her slick heat and shove them in her mouth.

“See how sweet you taste Isabella, fucking perfection. Like a damn sugar high. Motherfucking euphoric.”

She groans sucking her taste from my fingers.

“Wow,” she breathes out after I pull my fingers out of her mouth and lie next to her. “Can we do that again?” She giggles hiding her face in the crook of my arm.

“Fuck princess, that is just the preview.” I stroke her arm with my fingers as she snuggles against my side, laying her head against my chest, fitting against me perfectly.

“Are you ready to learn the truth Isa? Are you ready to give yourself to me completely?”

“Tristian I’ve been ready to be yours since you walked into the bookstore and shook my world up.”

Chapter 20

ISABELLA

I watch Tristian as he returns to bed after removing my pearls, lighting a candle and turning off the light. He’s so beautiful, I could cry looking at him. His tattoos are pure art. The candlelight flickers casting his shadow against the wall, my very own angel of darkness. The bed dips as he crawls back into the center of the bed next to me. He places a single kiss against my temple and reaches over to his night stand. I can’t tell what he is doing. Something falls to the floor and he curses throwing his legs over the bed and reaching down to retrieve it. He holds a remote up to me.

“I’ve been working on this for some time Isa.”

He smiles laying his head next to mine. My heart leaps into my throat having no idea what the remote is for and what he has that can make me remember.

He clicks his

remote control and tells me to look up at the ceiling. I look over noticing the glow and hum from a projector and my eyes flicker to the ceiling like a moth drawn to a flame.

A song begins to play; I recognize the tune. I have heard Tristian whistle and hum the familiar melody. Images begin to pop up of a healthy little boy. I steal a glance at Tristian. “Is that you?”

He has light hair and big blue eyes, taking after the woman who is holding him.

“Just watch,” he whispers against my ear, kissing the lobe and licking me lightly, trailing his tongue down my neck and to my breasts.

I push his face away. “I’m trying to watch.”

“Better pay attention princess, there will be a quiz.” His teeth clamp down on my nipple tugging as warmth pools in my core.

“That’s not fair when you are getting me all riled up.” I grab his erection; his delicate flesh is warm against my palms. He twitches against my fingers and jerks away from me.

“I told you to watch.” He rolls over top of me, pinning me to the mattress, and I avert my attention from his body and back to the images flashing above our heads.

My heart races as the images begin to change, the young boy begins to grow but he is so pale. I feel sad for him, he is so somber in his pictures, lonely even. I watch above as Tristian teases my senses with his mouth and fingers. My emotions are so confused, I’m so turned on by Tristian right now but my heart aches for the lonely boy in the photograph. A tear slips down my cheek.

“Why are you sad Isa?”

“Because you were.”

He kisses the corner of my mouth and lays his head down on my breasts. A little girl appears next; she has beautiful flowers adorning her brown hair. I can’t see her face though. Tristian and the girl are holding hands walking away from the camera.

Suddenly, Tristian grabs my hands lacing his fingers in mine, holding our joined hands above my head. His length is throbbing against my core. The pictures move faster and faster as Tristian grinds against me harder.