Making the Break (Beating the Biker 2)

His gaze swept her body, his eyes glittering in total adoration. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes. His heartfelt words stroked her heat as surely as if his hand touched her skin. Chrissy trembled as her need for him lit every cell in her body. She crawled onto the bed, moving toward him as sensuously as a jungle cat, and kissed him hungrily. Her tongue joined his in stoking their need and her heart sped up in her chest. In a burst of lust, she straddled his hips, gripped his shaft, and sunk him deep within her in one smooth move.

“Ah,” he cried. “Damn. That’s fucking hot.”

“You know what’s hot,” she said in a husky voice. “How much you fill me, impale me, take my body.”

He groaned long and low as if she tortured him. “Damn,” he hissed. He placed his hand on her hip. “Fuck me, baby.”

She moved slowly up and then down, enjoying the pleasurable stretch of him within her core, and the jolts of his tip at her womb’s entrance, and how the size of him pressed her g-spot in an unrelenting slide of pleasure. Was there anything better?

A serpent coiled in her belly, an unrelenting need to feel more of him, and she sped up her movements on his cock. It felt so good and she needed more. Her pace became furious as she mercilessly rode him. Each stroke took her higher, tumbling toward a final burst of light and warmth and heat, sending her into a space of no thought, just the sensation of pleasure that throbbed through her.

His fingers bored into her skin and his body tensed as he met her slams into his body. “Chrissy!” His back arched and he plowed into her with one final thrust, coming in her in spurts. When he stopped moving she shuddered in an aftershock of pure pleasure. She leaned forward and kissed him. “You’re amazing, woman.”

“You’re not half-bad yourself,” she said in a sated sexual haze. She sighed, gave him a kiss, and pushed herself up.

“Hey, where are you going?” Saks said.

“Bathroom. Want to come with?”

He chuckled. “I’ll just lay here in the glow of our love.”

“Our love, eh?” She walked into the ensuite and looked at her face in the mirror. Her makeup was ruined, but her cheeks flamed with a rosy glow that matched the warmth in her heart.

“I do love you, Christina Serafini,” called Saks.

She closed her eyes. Chrissy had come here to tell Saks about her feelings, but instead he spilled out his. She stood naked in the bathroom, enjoying the glorious feelings Saks brought up in her.

And she didn’t want to stop these emotions. She wanted, no, she needed Saks. He was a missing dimension in her life. But her family was a problem. They didn’t want her to see him at all, and this, what happened, would never be acceptable to them.

Perhaps if she took it slowly. Talked with her mother, who would talk with her father, who would convince Grandfather. Otherwise, Saks would be in a good deal of trouble. The last thing he needed was another beatdown, this time by her grandfather’s associates proficient in that sort of thing.

“Chrissy? Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Saks,” she said. “I heard you.”

“Marry me.”

Fear seized Chrissy at those words. Marry. Marry? Oh, hell no, this was going too fast.

“Chrissy?”

She walked slowly from the bathroom, and picked up the clothes she dumped on the floor. “Saks. I do love you,” she said in a serious tone.

“That’s great.” His face lit with happiness and her heart hurt at what she had to say.

“But I can’t marry you. Not now.”

The happy expression on Saks’ face dissolved into a frown. “Why not?”

“My parents, for one thing.”

“Fuck your parents,” he spit out in anger.

“No, Saks. That’s not possible. I’m not even supposed to see you.”

“Then why are you here?” he said in a growl as he watched her dress, unable to stop her.