Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“I finished early,” she said.
Was there a hint of a false note there?
Maybe. I was honestly too intrigued by the idea of getting her alone and naked to pay close enough attention to her tone or unspoken clues.
“Let’s go then,” I said, reaching for her hand and practically dragging her along with me through the pool hall, ignoring the knowing smirks from my club brothers and a few whistles from townspeople who’d just witnessed our little pre-mating ritual right before their eyes.
“Where are we going?” I asked. “Your place? Mine?”
“Yours,” she decided when she spotted our bikes parked on the street. “But we have to take a walk to pick up Trix in a little bit.”
I could do a lot of good work in a ‘little bit.’ Especially in an empty clubhouse where she would feel comfortable getting as loud as she wanted.
“Ever been on a bike before?” I asked as I got to mine.
“No.”
I handed her the helmet, tightening it around her face. There was another flick of anger at the splits near her lips, at the rash on her face, but I wasn’t exactly thinking with my big head at that moment.
I climbed on, and Este was quick to slide on behind me, her legs bracketing mine, her arms going tightly around me, her whole front against my back.
I wanted to drag her off the bike and down the alley to fuck her against the wall.
The clubhouse felt impossibly far away.
But I was just going to have to be patient.
I peeled away from the curb, and Este’s arms and legs tightened instinctively at the bottoming-out sensation she had to feel in her belly.
But it wasn’t long before her laugh was in my ear—happy, open, excited to be experiencing something new.
I almost wanted to tour her around town just to prolong out her joy.
But the press of my cock against my fly had me turning into the clubhouse driveway instead.
There would be other times for long rides.
We climbed off, and before Este could even reach up to remove the helmet, I ducked down, grabbed her behind her thighs, and lifted her off her feet.
A squeal escaped her as her arms flailed out before going tight around me. Her legs slid around my lower back, tightening, as I turned and walked her back toward the clubhouse.
I couldn’t seem to wait, though, slamming her back against the wall, her helmet crunching a bit at the impact.
My lips swallowed her gasp.
It was all feeling then, all heat.
Lips pressing, tongues tangling, teeth grazing.
My hands slid up from her thighs to cup her ass as I pressed in closer, grinding my cock against the juncture of her thighs.
Her moan vibrated against my lips.
I couldn’t stop myself from pressing in again.
Before long, she was the one rocking, grinding, begging for more.
Moving away from the wall, I carried her back toward the front door, fiddling with the damn key for a second before it swung open while Este removed the helmet and tossed it on the ground.
I pushed her back against the wall just inside the door, allowing me to kick it closed and lock it as her hands clawed at my shirt, trying to rip it off me.
Anchoring her harder against the wall to steady her, I released her ass and reached back to pull it off.
Her hands were greedy, sliding over my arms, shoulders, and down my back.
“Bedroom,” she demanded as she leaned forward, her lips meeting my neck, sparking a fucking wildfire through my system at the feel of her lips, her tongue, her teeth.
A growl moved through me as I turned and strode toward the hallway.
Using my foot, I shoved up the wooden gate of the elevator, then moved us inside.
I barely managed to get it closed before her legs were sliding down from my sides.
I didn’t know her intentions for a moment.
But then her hands were teasing down my stomach, making my muscles twitch, making my cock do the same.
When her hands met my waistband, working the button and zipper of my fly loose, her head angled up to watch me as she slowly lowered down to her knees.
A curse escaped me as she reached inside to close her hand around my cock, stroking me once, twice, before leaning forward to suck me into her mouth.
I saw fucking white for a second.
She took me down to the base, moaning around my length, making me buck my hips involuntarily and making my cock tap against the back of her throat.
I expected her to pull back, to take things slower.
But she just started to work me that deep, my cock staying near the back of her throat as her hand slid down, teasing over my balls as she worked me.
My hands slid to the sides of her head, holding her against me as my hips started to rock into her mouth.