Making Her His (Beating the Biker 1)

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered reverently. “Every part of you.”

Chrissy propped up on her elbows and watched as he drew her lace panties down.

“Hmmm,” he said appreciatively. He lowered his lips to her most intimate place and gently brushed against her tender folds. “So sweet,” he murmured.

She shivered as he touched his tongue to her clit. “That’s intense,” she said.

“Too much?”

“A little.”

“I don’t have to do that.” He chuckled as he looked up. “You seemed to be doing fine on your own a minute ago.” He raised his eyebrows and she laughed, letting her hair fall back behind her.

“True. But this...” she trailed off as he brought his head down again and gently kissed her pink flesh. Tingles flew through her nerve endings caused her to buck her hips. Saks licked her with broad strokes, around and down into her folds.

Chrissy whimpered at the teasing. “Please,” she said.

He raised his head. “Please stop?”

Her lips trembled at the thought of what she wanted to say. “More. I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, I will,” he said as his eyes burned with more desire. “You, Chrissy, are one of a kind.” He attacked her again, this time with more fervor.

Pleasure rushed through her as his tongue sought to tickle and lick every inch of her sensitive flesh. She squirmed under his relentless lashes. Each touch brought only enough sensation to bring her to edge, and she wanted to fall off that precipice.

“Please,” she whimpered.

Saks was at her entrance, his mouth dancing on her folds. “Mmmm,” he said, as if he was eating a tasty meal.

“Oh, fuck,” she whined. The pleasure was torture, bringing her to mystical line that beckoned to a place she’d never been. And it was true, that in her twenty-six years and, sadly, too-limited experience, no one had used his mouth on her with such passion. She ground herself into his face, seeking more contact, more stimulation. This stranger, this rough, yet handsome man, who wore his leather as if it was a second skin, took her farther than she'd ever been. And what’s more, he enjoyed it, too.

Suddenly and without warning, his tongue teased while his fingers entered her, and her back arched. He was everywhere. Saks had one hand on a breast, tweaking a hard nipple between his fingers. The other hand’s fingers slid in and out of her. A wildfire gathered in her, her breathing stoking it, and her hips jerked as his mouth took command of her.

She came in a rush of sudden white heat, and burst apart, screaming.

He pulled away and his eyes glittered as he stared at her. “Oh, that’s the way I like it, baby.”

“Come here,” she said.

He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, his shaft a mere inch from her body. Saks leaned forward on his forearms and then reached into the nightstand. Chrissy watched wide-eyed as he knelt between her legs and rolled a condom onto himself. One part of her wanted to feel his flesh directly, but he was right. He didn’t know her or she, him. Safety was best. And that thought warmed her, too. He wasn’t a selfish man.

Saks learned into her mouth and kissed her. Her juices were on his lips and cheeks. The tang of it was hard to define. Not salty, not sour, but there definitely was a draw in the flavor—a promise of pleasure perhaps.

“I’m going to take you now,” he said roughly in her ear. “And I'll fuck you like you just begged me. And before the night is over, you'll beg me to do it again. And I will.”

Chrissy grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. Her tongue sought the inner recesses of his mouth and his fought hers. He moaned, and she felt his hard shaft against her stomach.

“Come on,” she whispered. “I’m waiting.”

The head of his cock slid between her legs, and she reached down and guided it to her entrance with her fingers. He teased her with shallow strokes that barely entered her.

Fuck this, she thought, and she thrust her hips forward and gasped as he filled her. Wanton need overtook her, and her heart hammered in her chest. She needed him, his touch and his cock and everything he had. This again was new to her, and it was a heady experience, like drinking too much wine for the first time.

“Give me what you got, Saks. I want all of you.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

HIS alarm blared, and he woke to the aroma of coffee brewing.