Revive (Storm MC 3)

I smiled wickedly at him. “That can be arranged. You just call me whenever you want my teeth on you.”

He thrust hard and pulled me tight against him. “I don’t think you’re understanding me. My schedule is permanently open.”

Holy hell, he had a way with words, and I felt them in my core. My toes curled as an orgasm started to take over. My body had come alive under his touch and every nerve ending sizzled with desire.

He knew how to read a woman. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”

I was so close, I couldn’t form words so I nodded. He moved his mouth to my ear, and whispered, “Come for me, sweet thing. I want to watch you lose yourself and scream out my name.”

His hot breath on my skin and the words he’d said sent me over the edge and I screamed out his name as I closed my eyes and orgasmed.

“Fuck,” he muttered and picked up his pace, thrusting in and out as he chased his own orgasm.

His body shuddered a minute or so later, and he stilled as he came. His head dropped down onto my shoulder and I felt his heavy breaths on my skin as he found himself again.

When he lifted his head, he had a lazy smile for me. “Ready for round two?”

I grinned at him. “You need to take care of my other needs first, baby.”

He cocked his head to the side. “And what would they be?”

“Well mainly I need a drink, but a woman also likes a bit of sweet talk in between rounds. Do bikers do that shit?”

He chuckled. “I’m all about the sweet talk, darlin’. You should know that about me by now.”

“Okay then, take me inside, give me a drink and some sexy talk and then I’m all yours again.”

He smacked my ass. “Off; I’ve got shit to do so I can get my cock back in you.”

I obeyed his command and pulled my dress down after I got off his bike. He eyed me and murmured, “That dress is going the wrong way, baby. It needs to go up, not down.”

“And the sexy talk begins,” I joked.

He switched off his bike and got off before pulling me close. “That’s not sexy talk darlin’. Your legs won’t be able to hold you up when I begin the sexy talk,” he promised.

Good Lord, Nash Walker was something else; my legs were already going weak just at the thought of his sexy talk.

***

I opened my eyes and had to squint to deal with the sun streaming through the window. Shifting in the bed, the hand around my waist tightened and pulled me backwards. My ass hit Nash’s erection and he groaned. “See what you do to me, sweet thing,” he murmured, sleepily.

Smiling, I said, “Good morning to you, too.”

His lips brushed across my shoulder as he swept my hair out of the way. “It’s a good morning already.”

I turned in his arms and promised, “I can make it better.”

His face lit up. “I dare you.”

His wish was my command, and I slowly made my way down his body, licking and gently biting as I went. Every time I bit him, he groaned. I guessed that meant he really did like the biting. When I got to my destination, I took a moment to admire Nash’s cock. He was blessed; his cock was one of the largest ones I’d ever had the good fortune of meeting.

“He doesn’t bite, darlin’,” he promised.

I raised my eyes to his. “I’m just admiring the merchandise for a moment.”

He moved his arms to rest behind his head on the pillow and stretched his body before asking, “You like what you see?”

“Oh, I do. In fact, maybe I’ll just continue to admire it rather than play with it,” I teased him.