Her Older Biker - Page 13

“You’re soaking, aren’t you baby,” he purrs. “Do you need me to take care of you?”

I suck in a deep, shaky breath and nod. “Yes, Warden.”

“Good answer.” He leans in and drags his tongue through my seam again as he hikes a leg over his shoulder, I honestly had no idea that this could be done standing up for real, but Warden seems to fucking love it. He groans his pleasure as he feasts on me, tongue fluttering against my clit before traveling down to dip into my empty pussy, thrusting like a little cock. My knees almost buckle as he tongue-fucks me, but he doesn’t even pause—he just grabs the other leg and throws it over his other shoulder, leaving me suspended completely on my giant biker’s shoulders, back propped against the wall.

“Oh, God, Warden,” I shriek, clamping my legs around his head. He eats at my pussy like a starving man, groaning his approval while I rock against his face. Never in a million years did I think a man would ever do this—play my body like a master with a musical instrument.

Sweat trickles down my neck, down to my breast, until it trembles on the end of my nipple, shaking with my ragged breaths and Warden’s frenzied movements between my legs. The droplet of sweat falls, and splashes on Warden’s shoulder as I shatter against him, his thrumming licks teasing more pleasure out of me than I thought one person could feel.

And I knew he still wasn’t done with me.

He’s careful—so careful—as he lowers me back to the floor, rising to slide an arm around my waist to support my shaky legs.

“You came so beautiful, baby,” he says, licking his lips. Lickingmeoff his lips. “I can’t wait to see it again.”

I drop my hand to the hard bulge in the front of his jeans and he groans, thrusting his hips against me as I explore his firm length through the layers of fabric.

“Show me your cock,” I say. I’ve never been this…forwardwith a guy before, but Warden’s eyes spark, and I can tell that he likes it. Likes to see me explore my power in our relationship.

He bends down and scoops me up in one easy motion, winding my legs around his waist as he carries me back into his bedroom—our bedroom now, I guess. I moan as his hardness rubs against my wet center and tighten my legs around his waist to get even closer. With heartbreaking gentleness and care, he sets me down on our bed and steps back to shuck his clothes. I suck in a gasp as his cock springs free, hard and heavy.

“You’re huge,” I breathe, and scoot closer to wrap my hand around him. My thumb and forefinger don’t quite touch when I circle them around his massive tool, and inside my feverish brain, I wonder how he’ll ever fit.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fit,” he rumbles, as though he could hear my thoughts. “You and I? We’llalwaysfit.”

I lean forward and run my tongue up the side of his cock, exploring it with my tongue and fingers while his breathing turns ragged. He grows impossibly harder in my hands, and I can’t resist the urge to slip my fingers back between my thighs to toy with my clit some more. Warden’s gentle fingers sift through my hair as he gently thrusts into my mouth, groaning softly at every flicker of my tongue. I love sucking him—he feels like hot steel covered with silk, and with every gasp that I pull from him, I feel more powerful, like the old lady who owns his body and his heart.

Finally, he gently pulls out of my mouth and rolls onto the bed next to me, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips as he reaches into the nightstand to pull out a foil-wrapped condom. With fluid, practiced movements, he rolls it over his dick and grabs me around the waist to position me on top of him.

“Ready to ride your old man’s cock?” he asks wickedly. His hot, blunt tip teases my entrance, and I smile back as I sink down. He’s huge, but just like he promised, I take him completely, all the way down to the hilt.

“I’ve never done it like this before,” I confess. “I’m not completely sure what to do.”

He sits up and kisses me again. “Then I’ll help you.”

His big hands cup my ass as he guides me into a slow, sexy rhythm, our bodies grinding together as we learn each other, exploring hands eliciting gasps and sighs as he teaches me what it’s like to be owned by him. To be his old lady.

With his help, I find our pace, and my thighs burn as I bounce on his cock and thrust my breasts in his face for his greedy tongue. He gives my clit a sharp tweak and I shriek, freezing for a second as the lightning dissipates—long enough for him to grab me by the waist and hold me still while he pounds up into my body, his cock shuttling in and out at breakneck speed. It’s too much for me to withstand for long, and I shatter around him. He comes a few seconds later, gasping loudly as he buries his head in my shoulder and wraps his arms around me. I feel engulfed in his incredible body, safe and secure with him.

“You’re mine,” I tell him raggedly. “Mine forever. I’m claiming you.”

He picks his head up from my shoulder and smiles at me—a smile so beautiful he practically glows.

“You claimed my heart the day you walked in the bar,” he murmurs. “Today we just made it official.”

Epilogue

Warden

(One year later)

“Okay, try this one.”

Mom slams a fruity blended drink down on the bar in front of me. Bright orange, garnished with a little orange slice and a paper umbrella.

I groan and push it back toward her. “Mom, this is a biker bar. We can’t serve this—we have a reputation to uphold.”

“Just try it, dipshit,” she insists, pushing it back. “I was in labor with you for—”