Crazy B!tch (Biker Bitches 5)

The soft laugh he gave as he used his chin to move her hair away from the nape of her neck had her thrusting her butt back toward him until she felt the rigid length of his cock nestled against her.

He curled his arm around her waist to cup her breast and push her back farther.

“I have a present for you, too, and I didn’t buy it two months ago.” He groaned, using his body weight to pin her down to the mattress until she was lying facedown.

She curled her fingers into the pillow. She wasn’t crazy about this position. In fact, she hated it. She hated not being in control and felt like she was being smothered.

“Get off!” It was everything not to scream at him. Luckily, he moved away immediately.

“What happened?” Calder sat up next to her, staring at her worriedly.

“I felt like I was being smothered.”

He frowned at her as she tried to gather control of her breathing. “Did someone hurt you?”

“No, it’s weird. I’ve never been able to enjoy that position. I don’t know why.”

“You didn’t have trouble when I laid on top of you when I fucked you last time.”

“Because I could see and know what you were going to do next.”

Calder fell back on top of the bed in a burst of laughter. “You’re a Dominant.”

“You’re crazy if you think that.”

“Don’t worry; it doesn’t bother me. As long as you don’t use a whip on me.” He playfully pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. Giving it a swipe of his tongue, he released it. “Or a paddle.” His mouth went to her other breast, sucking her other nipple into his mouth. Her hands went to the mattress above her shoulders.

“I… am… not… a… dominant.” She had trouble getting the words out of her thick throat. Her large breasts had always been as sensitive as her clit. That Calder was playing with them by tugging and nipping had her nearly ready to climax.

When he released her nipple to seek the curve of the one closest to him, she felt him bite into the plump flesh.

“You still want to go to sleep?”

“I’m reconsidering it.”

He laved the small indentions he had made in her skin. “I used to think about your tits every night when I was in prison.”

“That must have made for an uncomfortable night.”

“It was the only way I could get to sleep—thinking of you. Did you think about me when I was gone?”

She didn’t want to admit the truth, but she had heard the vulnerability in his voice.

“Yes.” She slid her fingers through his silky hair before sliding down to his neck. His powerful muscles were so thick she could trace each one with her fingertips.

“When Stud wrote to me that you had hooked up with Joker, I spent three days in solitary confinement. I was so jealous I picked a fight with the worst motherfuckers in my cell block.”

“Who won?”

“Who do you think won? There were three of them.”

“I think you did.” She moved her hands back to his hair, using it to tug his head back so she could kiss him. He opened his mouth, letting her sink her tongue inside and explore.

“Take off your shorts,” he demanded, twisting his mouth away.

Lifting her hips up, she took off her shorts, throwing them over her shoulder.

“I want to taste you.”

She bent her head, expecting him to kiss her mouth, and was surprised when he spanned his hands across her waist, lifting her up and raising her over him until her pussy was straddling his face. When she held on to the headboard, he lowered her to his waiting mouth.

The first feel of his tongue sliding between her damp cleft had her moaning. Engulfing tides of lust stormed her body.

She hadn’t fucked a man since Joker, too afraid of making another mistake like he had put her through.

Calder scraped his teeth over her clit, making her jump. He held her in place as he worked feverishly to build her desire that was already sending climaxing tingles through her body.

When he thrust his tongue inside, she lost it, giving in to the orgasm that had her giving a startled scream at its intensity.

She started to move off him, but again, the strength in his arms held her as he started rebuilding her passion, driving his tongue through her pussy as if he was searching for liquid gold that only he could find.

Racked with the aftermath of her orgasm, each movement sent her sensitized muscles quivering again until her thighs trembled as they grew tired of holding her poised over his ravaging mouth.

Calder didn’t just go down on a woman; the man went to town, not leaving any part of her neglected.

“When you come this time, I want you to say my name.”

“Huh?” Foggy-headed, she could barely remember her own name. Every twist and turn of his tongue had her breasts heaving while she tried to catch her breath.