Devil on Wheels: A Biker Erotic Romance (Karthadossian Riders MC) Read Free Page B
Author: Emily Stone
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between his fingers and plucked them to full attention, rolling them gently with just enough pressure to make her want more. She tried pushing her breasts closer, harder into his hands but he pulled back and she gave up.
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, pushing forward until it was in her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue to mimic what she would do to another, more sensitive part of him if she wasn’t tied to the bed. When he pulled it out and used the moisture to wet her nipples she gasped loudly. When he blew cool air over the tips and made them pound with blood, she held in a scream.
For several minutes he remained as still as possible, fighting the urge to touch her the entire time. It was a form of torture, for both of them. With every contraction of her muscles he got closer and closer to losing control and he couldn’t let that happen before he sent her screaming into an orgasm like nothing before.
Gritting his teeth, he managed to hang on for another minute. He wasn’t even sure that what he wanted to happen was possible for her. Not all women could do it, from what information he had gleaned from the internet. Still, he wanted to try. With her. For her.
Placing his thumb just under her clit and right where his cock met her flesh, he pressed gently then stroked up and over her clit, then back down. He set up a rhythm--press, rub up, rub down. Slowly at first, then faster and faster again. She was whipping her head from side to side, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Raising up onto his knees, he stroked into her, once, twice, then lay still. She cried out and a fine sheen of sweat broke out over her chest and forehead. She began to plead, repeating one word over and over. Please.
He actually felt the change, a pushing against his cock instead of the sucking into motion from before. Knowing it was time, he leaned into her and pounded into her with steady strokes of his cock.
The pressure inside of her body was demanding. She was right on the edge of something, but it was just out of reach somehow. Instead of fighting the restraints she was grasping them tightly, like a lifeline. He pressed down right above her clit and she got that much closer.
She was fighting the natural needs of her body. He pressed down a little harder above her clit and leaned forward, whispering close to her ear, “Let go.”
That small change in position was the tipping point. Everything inside her stilled, then blew up. She came so hard that fluid from her body rushed out. Screaming, she came back together only to fly apart again quickly.
Unable to hold back, Rex was banging his pelvis into the softness of her body when it happened. Fluid gushed out and coated their thighs. Her contractions were so hard that he was barely able to keep moving. When she relaxed, he went deep and she gushed again, sending him over the line. All he could do was hang on as his body shook and his cock pumped jet after jet of fluid.
When the last tremors had gone, his muscles were weak and his heart was racing. The ringing in his ears was lessening and there was this strange noise. Laughter. Ellie was laughing, deep and jolly.
***
Manny had sat in his hiding spot outside the storage units every night since the night Xander had failed to have him killed. Finally, tonight, he saw movement. Several trucks had shown up with Karthadossian members behind the wheels. They unlocked the storage unit where he’d seen them put George’s body and began rolling out several sealed oil drums.
Dammit. They were getting rid of the bodies. Manny made sure the sound was off on his phone and began to take pictures. Each driver. The number of barrels and the trucks themselves. If Xander was getting rid of evidence, then it was obvious that Manny had made him nervous by not showing up that night.
But the photos wouldn’t prove anything unless he could also figure out where they were
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, pushing forward until it was in her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue to mimic what she would do to another, more sensitive part of him if she wasn’t tied to the bed. When he pulled it out and used the moisture to wet her nipples she gasped loudly. When he blew cool air over the tips and made them pound with blood, she held in a scream.
For several minutes he remained as still as possible, fighting the urge to touch her the entire time. It was a form of torture, for both of them. With every contraction of her muscles he got closer and closer to losing control and he couldn’t let that happen before he sent her screaming into an orgasm like nothing before.
Gritting his teeth, he managed to hang on for another minute. He wasn’t even sure that what he wanted to happen was possible for her. Not all women could do it, from what information he had gleaned from the internet. Still, he wanted to try. With her. For her.
Placing his thumb just under her clit and right where his cock met her flesh, he pressed gently then stroked up and over her clit, then back down. He set up a rhythm--press, rub up, rub down. Slowly at first, then faster and faster again. She was whipping her head from side to side, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Raising up onto his knees, he stroked into her, once, twice, then lay still. She cried out and a fine sheen of sweat broke out over her chest and forehead. She began to plead, repeating one word over and over. Please.
He actually felt the change, a pushing against his cock instead of the sucking into motion from before. Knowing it was time, he leaned into her and pounded into her with steady strokes of his cock.
The pressure inside of her body was demanding. She was right on the edge of something, but it was just out of reach somehow. Instead of fighting the restraints she was grasping them tightly, like a lifeline. He pressed down right above her clit and she got that much closer.
She was fighting the natural needs of her body. He pressed down a little harder above her clit and leaned forward, whispering close to her ear, “Let go.”
That small change in position was the tipping point. Everything inside her stilled, then blew up. She came so hard that fluid from her body rushed out. Screaming, she came back together only to fly apart again quickly.
Unable to hold back, Rex was banging his pelvis into the softness of her body when it happened. Fluid gushed out and coated their thighs. Her contractions were so hard that he was barely able to keep moving. When she relaxed, he went deep and she gushed again, sending him over the line. All he could do was hang on as his body shook and his cock pumped jet after jet of fluid.
When the last tremors had gone, his muscles were weak and his heart was racing. The ringing in his ears was lessening and there was this strange noise. Laughter. Ellie was laughing, deep and jolly.
***
Manny had sat in his hiding spot outside the storage units every night since the night Xander had failed to have him killed. Finally, tonight, he saw movement. Several trucks had shown up with Karthadossian members behind the wheels. They unlocked the storage unit where he’d seen them put George’s body and began rolling out several sealed oil drums.
Dammit. They were getting rid of the bodies. Manny made sure the sound was off on his phone and began to take pictures. Each driver. The number of barrels and the trucks themselves. If Xander was getting rid of evidence, then it was obvious that Manny had made him nervous by not showing up that night.
But the photos wouldn’t prove anything unless he could also figure out where they were
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