Knight Fall (An Erotic BBW Romance) Read Free Page B

toppling over. The dampness that had formed between her legs turned to a faucet at his touch. What the hell was wrong with her?! She decided her best course of action was to blow him off as she'd done so many times before and head home to the box of wine she had in her fridge and the vibrator stashed away in her underwear drawer.
    "Yeah, I…I just stood up too fast," she said dismissively, not meeting his gaze. "Thank you so much for bringing this to me. I would have been well and truly screwed."
    He was silent but she could sense his body tensing, smell his musk. Her blood was thrumming in her ears. "You still could be, you know," he said.
    "Could be what?"
    Kelly looked up into his sea foam green eyes and was momentarily lost in them, like a sailor in a storm. Her breathing quickened as he eased closer to her, backing her into the side of the car. His gaze stayed locked on her. Planting one hand on either side of her, he leaned in, not touching her but she fairly burned with the heat of his body.
    He dipped his head until his lips nestled in the hair covering her ear. "Screwed," he growled. "You could still be well and truly screwed."
    Kelly's nipples responded by instantly leaping to attention, drawing a small grunt from her. His hot breath tickled her ear and she found herself pressing into him, needing to feel his body against hers. She leaned her head into his, and that was all the invitation he needed.
    His body slammed her back into the car with the force of a bull in heat. The lips she'd been wanting to taste found hers and crushed them, pushing her head backward until it rested on the roof of the car. She reached around his back and clutched two handfuls of his shirt, trying to draw him closer, but he wouldn't allow it. Without taking his lips from hers, he reached around, grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the car. She moaned as his tongue invaded her, beating her own probing tongue into submission.
    She resisted for just a moment, struggling to move her arms, raise her head, but she was no match for his brawn. He had her completely immobilized. He was in charge. The moment she realized he was going to take her — right here, right now — she gave herself over to the flood of desire tearing through her and stopped struggling. She relaxed into his onslaught. All she could do was ride his wave.
    Sensing her surrender, the biker eased his hold on her just a bit without giving her any freedom of movement. The bulge that she'd eyed earlier was threatening to burst from his leathers. He ground his hips into her belly, down to her hips, then into her already pulsating mound. With each grind of his hips, she grunted into his mouth. The fingernails of her clinched fists dug into her palms with exquisite pain. She could feel tension building inside of her, seeking release. She had little room to move, but she met each of his thrusts to let him know she was ready to take him inside.
    Never did his lips leave hers. He consumed her, ate her up, lapping at every nook inside her mouth, biting, licking, sucking. His rough whiskers were rubbing her raw and his lips were bruising her. God help him if he stopped.
    He released her hands so his could glide down her arms to her breasts — where he paused only momentarily, giving each a healthy squeeze — then to her waist and finally to her full hips. He ran his hands under her round ass and hoisted her to rest against the passenger side window. She wrapped her legs around him, yanking her skirt up to allow him access. He kept her firmly in place with his body while his hands fumbled at the front of his leathers. Kelly's fingernails dug into his shoulders as she felt his fingers seeking purchase on her soaked panties. They both groaned as he ripped them away from her dripping pussy.
    The biker paused for a moment to probe her folds with his thick fingers, smearing her juices around. He dipped one inside, which caused Kelly to break free from their epic kiss to cry out