Love Me an Angel: A Biker Erotic Romance Read Free

were even friends back in the day.  I don’t ask what happened, because it doesn’t seem like he’s ready to tell that story yet.  We talk for hours and I feel completely relaxed with Brian, like I could tell him anything.
     
    “It’s late,” he says eventually. “You take the bed, I’ll take the couch.” It’s the last thing I had expected him to say.
     
    “Is that what you want?” I ask, leaning in closer to him, knowing exactly what I want.
     
    “I don’t want you to think I brought you here expecting anything,” Brian says slowly, looking at me curiously.  “I just wanted us to get to know each other.” He shrugs and smiles and I just want to bite the dimple on his cheek.
     
    “Well I’d like us to get to know each other a whole lot better,” I whisper, leaning in to him and kissing him softly. My words have the desired effect and Brian responds to my kiss, turning it deeper and harder.  I have to hold on to him, I’m so turned on. 
     
    He breaks away after a few minutes and I’m panting, I’m so out of breath.  “Not here,” he growls, and then picks me up as if I don’t weigh anything and he carries me to the other side of the warehouse to his bed.  He lays me down and slowly, deliberately, he starts to undress me.  He unbuttons my jeans, pulling them off, quickly followed by my black panties.  Then he turns his attention to my shirt, which he pulls off and throws behind him.  He rubs his hands over the lacey material of my bra, making my nipples perk up instantly.  I let out a little sigh at his touch and Brian looks at me as if I’m the best present he’s ever had. 
     
    I pull him down to me hungrily and he kisses me deeply, unclipping my bra and twisting my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making my pussy ache.  I’m completely naked and he’s fully clothed.  “There’s something wrong with this picture,” I joke breathlessly, moving my fingers underneath his t-shirt and pulling it up over his head.  I run my hands down his muscular torso, over the ridges of his abs and down towards his jeans where I can feel how aroused he is.  I unbutton his jeans and reach inside his boxers to feel how hard he is and he groans as I take him in my hand.
     
    “I want to take this slow,” Brian tells me, panting, trying to control himself.
     
    “I just want you,” I reply looking deep into his eyes so he can see how serious I am. 
     
    “I’m so hot for you,” he tells me as he dips a finger between my thighs and a smile spreads across his face as he feels how wet I am.  I moan as he draws slow circles and strokes up and down, putting pressure on my clit and I feel like I’m going to come right there in his hand.  “It seems like you’re pretty turned on too,” he says, and then his lips are against mine and I let out a whimper as he slips his fingers inside of me.  “I want you to come like this first,” he tells me, his voice full of heat and fire as he moves his fingers and my hips buck as I do exactly what he wants me to and I climax around him.   “You’re even more beautiful when you come, Casey; do you know that?” he asks, pulling his fingers out of my pussy. Then he does something which just drives me wild: he puts his fingers in his mouth and tastes me, and then he kisses me.  I taste my own salt on his tongue and I feel like I might come again.
     
    “I want you… inside,” I say breathlessly, tugging at his pants until his length is throbbing in my hand.  Brian leans over me and I guide him inside and we watch each other as he fills me up.
     
    Brian starts slowly and then speeds up, pumping his hips, thrusting into me harder and then softer, harder and then softer, and all I can do is enjoy the ride.  “Fuck me,” I plead with him and he buries himself inside of me as I groan his name.  I whimper as Brian closes my nipple in his mouth and his teeth graze the sensitive skin.  We’re both desperate for each other, we’re