“Are you wet for me, Eliana?” I knew she would be, but I wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me that sweet pussy is drenched for me.”
Her breaths came out in soft huffs that grew heavier the lower my fingers moved. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
I smiled, loving the sassy side of her. “Maybe I will,” I replied, kissing my way from her lips to her jaw, nibbling her ear the same time my fingers found her folds, swollen and slick. “Look at that, one kiss and your pussy is weeping for more.”
“Ah,” she sighed and looked at me when I found her clit with my finger. “Must be some kind of biker voodoo.”
I arched a brow, sliding one finger deep. “Not just any biker.”
She shook her head. “Remind me,” she begged and I was powerless to do anything but that. One finger slid in and out while my thumb teased her clit until my hand was coated with her juices. “Oh fuck!” she whispered when I added another finger.
Eliana was so fucking responsive that my cock was hard and throbbing, hungry to join the party. “You want more?” I already knew she did.
“No,” she grinned. “This is good. Perfect.”
“Liar.” I added a third finger, stretching her wide as I pressed hard circles against her clit. Her body trembled and I hooked my arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “I know what you need,” I told her, nipping at her chin, her throat, anywhere I could reach. “You like it hard. A little bit rough.”
Her full lips tilted into a grin. “Or maybe,” she groaned when I pushed deeper. “I just like you.”
Those words did something to me that I refused to think about, so I slammed my mouth against hers, kissing her hard, fucking her mouth with my tongue while I fingered her to a fast orgasm that made her legs shake. I swallowed her cries of pleasure, still stroking, still fingering her long after the last of it left her body. “I love making you come.”
She laughed, the sound was quiet and a little nervous. “I like it when you make me come too,” she whispered shyly. “You’re so good at it.”
I knew I was a good fuck but hearing her say it felt damn good. “You think so?”
She shook her head. “Iknowso. I’m not sure I ever had any good orgasms before you, Sledge.” She was a lot younger than me so the words shouldn’t have meant so much, but goddammit they did.
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Oh yeah. I swear I’ve been dreaming about it.” She shivered as if she was thinking about it now and my cock jumped behind my zipper. “I just have one question,” she said breathlessly.
“What’s that?”
Her eyes were wide, dark, pupils blown out. “Do we have time for more?”
I grinned. “Fuck yeah, we do.”
“Oh good.” Her hands went to my button and then my zipper, and she took what she wanted.
Chapter Sixteen
Eliana
Who was this bold woman and what in the hell was she doing on her knees in broad daylight holding the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen in her hands? It couldn’t be me because I didn’tdothings like this and certainly not when the sun was shining outside.
“Oh fuck!” he gasped, running his fingers through my hair while I took him deep.
His scent had me drunk on him and the heaviness on my tongue was so hot I felt my arousal dripping down my legs. I risked a look up and what I saw shocked me. His gaze seared through me, white-hot, intense, and filled with longing. The softness in his gaze only made me want to give him more and that’s just what I did, taking him to the back of my throat over and over until his thigh muscles shook and his hips bucked up.
“Eliana, babe, oh fuck!” He tried to pull back, growling when I squeezed the back of his legs to keep him right where he was. “Eliana,” he warned again.
I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth and I smiled, pulling back.
“On the couch. Now.” His jaw was clenched tight, his gaze was dark and intense, full of hunger.
I was so turned on my body vibrated with it as I climbed onto the sofa on my knees, gripping the back and arching myback. When I looked at him over my shoulder, the look he hit me with made my pussy pulse with need. “Please.”
He stroked his cock with one hand, smacking my ass with the other as he lined up and slid deep in one long stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
