His lips found their way back to my neck. “Can your toys tie you up, spank your ass, pull your hair, and fuck you until you’re walking funny?” he asked between kisses and nibbles.
Okay, so the toy talk might have taken things a little too far.
Holding me against the wall with his finger inside me and dark promises on his lips, I couldn’t summon one ounce of regret. We were in his clubhouse, surrounded by bikers, and I was reasonably sure the door wasn’t locked. Someone could walk in on us, and the thought only made me hotter. What the hell was wrong with me?
“And you think you can?” I asked.
His nostrils flared. He nipped at my lower lip, releasing my wrists to palm my breasts. “I can, and I will, and you’re gonna love every second of it.”
He slipped one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting as he kneaded the other breast. Throwing my head back in bliss, I grappled for something on the wall I could hold onto.
Another framed article shattered against the floor.
Link chuckled, his chest vibrating against me.
Okay, so he could vibrate. Point, Link.
Releasing my nipple with a pop, he said, “Easy there. Don’t go destroying my entire office.” His hands slid to my wrist. “You all talk? I expected more of a challenge.”
He wanted a challenge? Fine, I’d give him one. Shoving off the wall, I crashed into him, knocking him off balance. He took a step back to steady himself, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my skirt and pulling me with him. Bracing my hands against his broad chest, I shoved as hard as I could. The asshole barely even leaned back. Laughing, he undid my skirt.
“That’s more like it.” He nipped at my neck, then removed his T-shirt. “I love it when you fight me.”
Holy crap, the man’s body was perfection. Washboard abs, tattoos covering his arms, pecs, and who knew what else? The sight sent another rush of need through my core.
He tugged my skirt and panties down in one smooth motion, kneeling before me and pushing me back against the wall. I struggled to get away, but only until his hot mouth landed on my core. Sucking in a breath, I forgot all about resisting him and relaxed against the wall, enjoying the sensation as his magical tongue licked away any objections I might have.
He explored my folds and flicked at my clit, easing tension from my shoulders and erasing all thoughts, ideas, and to-do lists that normally raced through my brain. I whimpered, and he shoved two fingers inside of me and assaulted my g-spot as he tugged one of my legs over his shoulder. The heel of my black Dior pump pressed against the tattoos of his back was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He sucked on my clit as his fingers continued their barrage. Feeling the pressure of my release, I dug my heel into his back.
Link’s tongue sped up in response.
I came with a shout. And possibly cursing. I’m not sure, because I think I blacked out for a second. When I came to, Link was back on his feet, ripping off his own clothes. Defined, tatted-up chest, washboard abs with an enchanting V leading straight down to the waistband of his well-worn jeans. Gaze locked with mine, he unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers down to his ankles, freeing his giant cock. It sprang loose, and I may have let out another moan.
Chuckling, he stepped out of his pants, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me into his lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
“Taste that?” he asked when he released me. “You taste so sweet. So fuckin’ sweet. I could eat you all day long.”
Invading my mouth again, he kissed my breath away. By the time he released me, my body was on fire again. Link grabbed my hand and tugged me forward, bending me over his desk. My nipples pressed against the cold metal, sending shock waves all the way down to my sex. The walls of my pussy clenched in anticipation as I heard the rip of a condom package.
Link’s hands landed on my ass. He stroked it a few times before giving me a hard slap. Surprised, I jumped.
“Such a nice ass,” he said, settling the head of his cock at my entrance. “Everything about you is so damn perfect.”
Gripping my hips, he plunged into me.
Holy shit! I gasped, my lungs filling with air as a mixture of pain and pleasure stretched me out.
“Fuck,” he hissed, withdrawing. “You are so damn tight.” He slowly slid back into me. “My god, your pussy feels so good.”
After a few more strokes, he settled into an easy rhythm, giving me time to adjust to his girth and length. The second I relaxed, he picked up the speed. As he began to pound into me, I gripped the edges of his desk. Link slapped my ass again, and the sensation almost did me in.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.
I nodded.
He slapped my ass again before wrapping his fingers around my hair and tugging my head back as he tore me up with his huge cock.
“Can your fuckin’ toys do this?” he asked, pounding me harder. One hand still yanking my hair back, he wound up and slapped me on the ass again.
