Riding the Wind: A Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance Read Free

where her belly had softened, where her hips had stretch marks that hadn’t faded, no matter what overpriced cream she’d used. If he was going to run, it would be now.
     
    He didn’t run. He reached out to her, in her department store panties and bra that didn’t even match, and pulled her tight against him, bending her backwards as he traced her throat with his tongue and teeth. She hissed for him, digging her nails into his back, and he groaned, letting her drop down onto the bed, then covering her up with his body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him against her, loving how he sighed at her heat. His mouth came to her breasts again, lifting them free of her bra and caressing her nipples with his tongue. One hand slipped down between them, sliding into her cotton panties and stroking over her slit, gently at first, then with a harder, faster rhythm as he found how wet she was.
     
    All the words went away as he teased her nipple with his teeth and pressed one, then two fingers into her eager body. She fucked his hand, groaning as he turned it so that her clit slapped into his palm with every thrust, seeing sparkles behind her eyes as the tense energy started to build in her thighs and her core. He pulled at her nipple with his teeth, waiting for her to say it was too much, too hard, but every increase in pressure brought her closer to that glorious scream of an orgasm, and she couldn’t speak, she was too busy keening and whimpering and fucking his hand. Her body would arch and hold and collapse, again and again, closer each time, but still not exploding, not until he slid a third finger into her, and curled his fingers up just a touch, hitting the nubbled place inside of her that arched her back off the bed, clenching her teeth viciously together to keep from screaming as she came, throbbing around his fingers over and over and over, sure it would never end, that she would die in this moment of ecstasy.
     
    He slowly let off the pressure on her breast and slipped his fingers out of her, dragging them up to her face. She caught his eyes and reached out lazily, pulling his hand to her and suckling her own moisture off his fingers. HIs eyes widened, his pupils swelling dark and full, and he was shucking his jeans and his boxers off as fast as he could.
     
    “Condoms,” he said again, and she gestured at the nightstand, still too boneless to help him.
     
    And then he was pressing into her, pulling her legs up around him again, and he’d opened her so well with his fingers that he slid to the end of her in one smooth motion. She lifted her hips for him, and he tugged her into the angle that he liked best. There was no real preamble; she could feel his hips shaking already, the muscles of his fine ass trembling against her legs as he slammed into her, his eyes half closed. He bent down over her, kissing her fiercely, and then rolled them, pulling her on top. His hands on her hips urged her into the rhythm he wanted, and she balanced over him, her hands by his shoulders. He reached up and unhooked her bra, pulling it down off her arms, then reaching up for her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers as she rode him, hard and fast.
     
    He groaned as his body started to tense, and she caught his hands, leaning down and pinning them above his head. That put her breasts within easy reach of his mouth, and he caught her nipple in his teeth again. He couldn’t keep his focus, though, his head tossing as his hips started to go wild beneath her, thrusting up into her. He shoved her hands up, hard, then caught her hips in his hand, holding her still as he fucked her hard, deep inside of her as he closed in on his own release. She slipped one hand between them and stroked her clit, finding just enough extra pressure to come with him again, choking back her scream as she pulsed around him, and he forced her hips down onto him, spasming and rolling inside of her with each wave of pleasure.
     
    Danni