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T.A. (Biker Bitches 6)

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When he started to rise, she gave a keening cry, gripping his shirt before she let him go.

“I can’t fuck you with your clothes on.”

She tried to rise so fast she nearly head-butted him.

“Move!”

Dalton moved to the side of the bed as she scrambled off. Sliding her coat off, she let it fall to the floor on top of his. Rising up on his elbow, he watched raptly as she tugged off a bulky blue sweater dress, showing him what lay underneath.

“You were going to change before I got here?” he asked thickly.

“Hmm hmm. I wanted to look hot for you.”

His eyes traveled down her curvy body. The startling sight of the tattoos on her body had his dick ready to explode, and he was still wearing his clothes. He had a thing for women with tattoos. He had tried several times to get Oceane to get one, but she had demurred saying it would be hard to get modeling assignments at the caliber she wanted, so he’d had backed off.

When she retired from the runway, he had tried to persuade her again, then she confessed that she hadn’t wanted one. He never mentioned it again. In one movement, Dalton got off the bed, not taking his eyes off her.

His hand went around her waist, pulling her to him. “There’s hot and then there’s fire.”

Coquettishly, she reached out to unbutton his shirt.

“Which one am I now?”

“Fire. Without a doubt, you’re pure fire.” His hands went out to unclasp the front of the translucent-colored bra that showed every spectacular inch of her breasts. Dalton let the bra slip from his fingers as she released his shirt to fall from hers.

The tattoos, her breasts, the curve of her hips, the tiny barely-there thong she was wearing were scorching every dirty dream he had ever had, and then some. T.A. was beyond his imagination. Each part of her curvy body looked as if it had been formed with him in mind. Her generously round breasts were firm with cherry nipples that begged to be sucked, and the curves of her hips would give him something to hold on to when he fucked her.

“Turn around.” He growled the order out as he unbuttoned his slacks to take them off.

Giving him a saucy look, she turned around, giving him a view of her ass. It was high, plump, and tight.

Dalton kicked his pants and underwear away. If he had been asked to draw a picture of a perfect woman’s characteristics he would want in his sexual playmate, it would be T.A.

Stepping behind her, he glided his palm across the silky skin to stop below her belly button. His fingertips going under the thong to search the satiny patch that was bare to his wandering touch.

Twisting her long hair into his fist, he tilted her head backward to expose the side of her neck.

“What you gave me wasn’t a hickey.” Running his lips over the side of her throat, he gave a throaty chuckle when he felt her trembling under his hands. “I’m going to show you what a real hickey looks like.”

Pliantly, her head fell to his shoulders as he sucked a patch of her sensitive skin into his mouth, sucking it at the same time his fingers dipped to the vee between her thighs, finding the wet center of her core.

The small little gasps that were coming from her had him parting the lips of her pussy to rub the tender bud that was welcoming him with a slick center.

“You already want to come, don’t you?” When he noticed his cock in the same spot where the thong rode between her ass cheeks, the palm of his hand pushed her back tighter, so that she could feel the full length of his cock.

“Maybe…” she teasingly murmured. “Maybe,” she moaned. “I need the right touch.”

His fingers had been rubbing her with slow sensuous movements, sensing what she was demanding from him.

“Fuck.” The woman in his arms didn’t want a gentle touch to lead her to an orgasm; she wanted to be taken there.

His touch became faster, harder. She wanted the firm hand of a man who wasn’t afraid to reach and take what he wanted.

Her body began quivering with each stroke of his fingers as he was easily thrusting one inside of her. Plunging his finger high in her creamy pussy, he ground his dick between her ass cheeks.

“Your ass is the prettiest piece I’ve ever seen.” Groaning, he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming.

“I’ll take that as a compliment coming from you.”

“It’s more than a compliment; it’s a fucking fact.”

Guiding his other hand to her breast, he pinched her nipple, forcing whimpers at the manipulation, fusing their desire together in a climatic rush that had them both shuddering their release.

The overwhelming pleasure was one he hadn’t experienced in so long that it brought a pang of guilt.



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