She doesn’t say anything, but I swear I watch her get wetter from where my eyes are glued to her sweet pussy. It has me so turned on that my vision narrows to just her while going a little hazy.
“Yeah,” my hand slides around her upper thigh until I can run the tip of my finger up and down her slit. She pushes back against me, but I keep my touch light and teasing, not giving her what her body is begging for. “You knew exactly what was going to happen when you knocked, didn’t you? I bet you’ve been thinking about being bent over my desk and held down while I fuck you until we’re both sweating and you’re dripping my cum. Do you like knowing anyone could knock at any moment?”
“Oh, fuck,” she hisses, her hips jerking, but I grip her there and push her against the edge of my desk, holding her in place. Forcing her in place. “Mayhem,” the word falls from her lips like a starting pistol.
I rub my cock up and down her slit, collecting her arousal on my tip. It’s so fucking tempting to slam home inside of her, but I hold off. For now.
“Tempest, you’ve been on the back of my bike,” I growl the words, desperately trying to keep ahold of my composure. “I’ve claimed you in the eyes of my club. I’ve told you what I see inour future. Are you going to put me out of my misery and tell me what I want to hear?”
When my hand comes down on her ass to punctuate my question, she arches her back and lifts her hips like she wants more. Never one to disappoint my woman, I smack her other ass cheek. The way her skin pinks under my attention has my cock twitching in my hand while I continue to tease the lips of her pussy.
I don’t know who I’m torturing more—her or me.
Both.
“Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth, meaning to keep the way my control is slipping to myself.
She hears it though, her eyes flaring as she looks over her shoulder at me. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers the words like they’re not shrapnel ripping through my worry and my doubt. “We’ll figure out the rest, but it can start with me helping you get this place organized. Then we’ll just see what life brings us.”
I cover her body with mine, my forehead resting against the nape of her neck. “You won’t regret it,” I vow. “I’ll make you so fucking happy, Tempest, that you’ll never think of leaving me.”
“Just keep giving me orgasms, don’t look at other women, and take me for rides on the back of your bike, my big, bad biker,” she sasses me, her words breathless as her hips wiggle slightly like she can’t quite contain how much she wants me.
“Fuck yes, I will.”
I nip at her skin before standing up and taking in the sight before me. Best fucking thing I’ve ever seen. The crown of my cock notches at her entrance and I punch my hips forward.
Addyson arches her back, her voice shrieking my name echoes around my office. I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from coming right away. I’ve imagined fucking her on my desk a filthy number of times since she blew through the doors of my clubhouse.
“Fantasy come true,” my raspy words are filled with awe.
Words fall away as I hold her in place and fuck her. I hit her deep in this position, her hips angled just right to have her seeing stars. The way she pants, messy and a little desperate, is satisfying as fuck. Then there’s the way her fingers scramble for purchase somewhere, anywhere.
I power into her, but every glide is slow and sure. The way she’s on display for me is fucking magic in the shape of a woman. Who even knew that was a thing?
With every stroke, I can feel the way her pleasure coils inside of her. When it breaks it’s going to be glorious. I won’t be able to stop myself from filling her with my cum.
“Feeling you bare is too fucking good,” I grit out, my fingers tightening on her hips.
She pushes back against me, her fingers wrapping around the other side of the desk and giving her leverage. When her head flies back as I bury myself balls deep in her sweet cunt, her hair flies in a rainbow of dark tresses.
Unable to help myself, I grip her hair at the nape of her neck and hold her steady, right where I want her.
“Oh,” she gasps.
“You can take me,” I grind out, the words gravel under my will. “You’re already taking me so good. So, fucking good, Tempest.”
That’s when I feel it, the walls of her slick channel clamp down on me as her lungs seize and the only thing holding her to this existence is the grip I have on her. I speed up, her body begging me for my cum as she rides the bliss of her orgasm.
I hold her in place as I bury my cock as deep inside of her as I can and come hard. It’s almost too good, almost painful, and fucking addicting. When I release her hair, I run my hand down her spine, loving the way her body responds to me even while basking in satisfaction.
As I sit down, I bring my woman with me, hating when I slip free of her wet heat and not giving a single fuck about making a mess. The only thing that matters is the woman in my arms, my woman.
She clings to me, our breath mingling and slowing as we enjoy the connection between us. The smile on my face is so wide that it almost hurts.
“You said you’re staying,” I rumble the words, disbelief lacing through them.
“I am.”
