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Biker's Bride (Demons MC)

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We pulled up to his cabin, my heart pounding in my chest. He cut the engine and stepped off, pulling me along behind him.

“Ford,” I said, “hold on.”

He stopped and turned toward me, standing on the porch. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him, staring down at me.

“No,” he said. “I’m sick of waiting. I’m taking what I want, Caralee.”

“Ford . . .” I said softly. “This has to be a bad idea.”

“If it feels bad, you can stop it.” He kissed my neck softly, his lips brushing against my ear. “But I promise, it won’t feel bad.”

He crushed his lips against mine, and I felt that incredible rush of emotion and pleasure shoot through my skull. I took a deep breath through my nose as he pulled away, practically kicking his door open.

We moved inside, and he slammed it and locked it behind us. I stood looking at him in his kitchen, biting my lip.

“Fuck, that dress,” he said. “You look so god damn sexy. I want to see you take it off.”

“You want to watch?”

“Strip for me. Take it off nice and slow.”

I blushed but slowly slipped my arms out. He stared at my body as I pulled the dress down, exposing my breasts, tugging it down over my hips. He took a step toward me, and I stepped back, biting my lip, my breasts exposed, my soaking panties cold in the cool cabin air.

“Don’t act shy,” he said. “We both know what you want, Caralee. You want me to suck that clit until you scream my name.”

“I don’t know what I want,” I said as he pulled me against him, kissing my neck, feeling my breasts. “I can barely think.”

“Good,” he said. “Let me take over. I know how to make you feel good, girl.” I felt his fingers drift down my stomach, over my hips, toward my soaked pussy.

I could barely stand it. I crushed my mouth against his, kissing him furiously, as he slipped his fingers down beneath my soaked and useless panties, finding my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as he began to work my clit, rubbing softly, his rough fingers moving in delicious circles.

I practically shivered joy. “I knew you wanted it,” he said in my ear, kissing me. “You’re fucking soaked, Caralee. You want me to slide my thick cock between your legs, don’t you?”

“Oh shit, Ford,” I said. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You’re my wife now,” he said, and I could practically feel his wicked grin against my neck.

“But for how long?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed me back and lifted me, pressing me down onto his kitchen table.

He pressed himself between my legs, and I wrapped them around him, kissing him hard. I reached down and untucked his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it. He moved back and tossed his suit jacket aside.

“Where’d you even get a suit?” I asked, laughing as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Borrowed it from a fucking pledge,” he said.

“Looks good on you.”

“Don’t get used to it.” He slipped his shirt off, tossing it aside. I pressed my hands against his ripped body, tracing the black ink along his chest down toward his abs.

He began to kiss my neck and breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue. “Nobody is coming here, right?”

“You worry too much,” he said and pushed me back. I felt him pull my panties off, and before I could say anything, he hooked my legs with his arms and pressed his mouth against my pussy.

I gripped the edges of the table as he began to lick me furiously, sucking and licking my clit. I couldn’t help but lose myself completely in him, in his mouth and tongue. He worked my clit like he was a starving man, and maybe he was.

“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Holy shit, Ford.”

“You taste fucking perfect,” he said, “better than I imagined. Been thinking about eating this pussy for a long time.”

I felt him slip a finger deep inside me as he kept licking, sucking at my clit. I was absolutely losing it, pleasure rolling in waves through my body. He was incredible, his fingers practiced, his mouth skillful as he ate and sucked, licking along my swollen clit.

“I want to taste your cum, girl,” he said.” I want to hear my new wife come up in my mouth.”

“Ford,” I moaned. “Oh my god.” He was so dirty, absolutely filthy, and although it made me blush, it also heightened it.

“You fucking like getting eaten by me right on this table, you dirty girl. You’re my dirty wife, my old lady. I want this pussy to come hard. I want you to scream my name.” He kept working my pussy, licking and sucking, stopping only to talk dirty to me.

His fingers meanwhile kept fucking my pussy while he licked and sucked. I couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t do anything but lose myself in his words and his fingers and his mouth as he kept working me, harder and deeper.



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