he gasped, twitching inside her. It was clear he didn’t want to stop, that the strain of not moving was taking a toll on him as his arm began to shake with it, but he didn’t move. “Why’d you stop – no bullshit.”
She tried arching into him, but he withdrew slightly and she let out a frustrated breath. Judging by the determination in his gaze, she knew he would stop if she didn’t tell him.
“I don’t want to come, because you feel too damn good inside me right now. I don’t even like you, but this is the only time I’ll feel you fucking me and I want it to last.”
When he thrust back into her, deeply, she could have cried with relief. “Oh, Poet, you’ve been seriously deprived. Trust me, babe, we’ve got all night. And the morning.”
Titan resumed the same punishing rhythm he’d developed, building her back to the same gasping mess she’d been before she had him stop. His breathing was labored as he moved, occasionally rolling into her, changing the motion enough to pull her back from the brink. It was as if she was a musical instrument and he’d become a master at playing her. Every movement he made was catered to her, blowing her mind.
“Fuck yeah, Poet. Fuck yeah, feel that,” he demanded as her body quivered around him, squeezing into him. The huskiness in his words pushed over, forcing her orgasm from her.
She was a slave to him in that moment, her nails digging into his back as his name tumbled from her lips. And, still, he didn’t slow. He made her ride it out, longer than she’d ever done before. Just when she thought she’d go insane from the intense sensation, he pulled out and rolled her over.
Her body still tightening, he plunged back into her, positioning her. One foot on the floor, one knee up, her ass in the air, he took her from behind, his hands resting almost gently on her hips. His fingertips dug into her skin as he thrust into her, creating a new melody for them to dance to.
The position had never been one of Poet’s favorites – it spoke of too much trust on one end, and a complete lack of on the other. Too many bikers preferred the position, making the anonymity easier to swallow when they were cheating on their women. Her back stiffened and she opened her mouth to protest.
“You and me, Poet, right now. No one else, no other fucking thought.”
It was like the man was reading her mind, yet his words caused her to relax, to fall into the movement of him inside her. With his size and the angle, it was a completely different sensation, and completely amazing.
It didn’t take long for the quivering to start again, but this time there was no tipping point. She was so close, almost there, as was he, judging by his strained grunts; she just couldn’t find the crest. Abruptly she felt the loss of one of his hands, only to feel the sting of his palm across her bare ass. Once, twice, and her breathing skyrocketed.
“Fuck, Titan,” she groaned, enjoying his roughness. Unable to stop herself, her ass rose up, begging for more, and he obliged. Another, and another, and finally, on the last, she exploded around him, the mixture of pleasure and pain too much for her body to bare.
“Thank Christ,” Titan cursed between gritted teeth, his body jerking as he pulled out. She felt the warmth of his orgasm as he released on her lower back, taking pride in his almost loss of control. It had taken a great deal for him to pull out.
Poet remained unmoving, struggling to breathe, when she heard him murmur something and his body warmth leave her. She’d never admit it aloud, but she missed it the second it was missing. Surprisingly, just as she was about to get even more pissed that she’d just had sex with the Bishop, he returned with what she could only assume was a kitchen hand towel.
With more care than she ever imagined possible from the large man, he wiped at her back, cleaning up the mess he’d made on her. Even more shocking, when he was finished, he climbed back
She tried arching into him, but he withdrew slightly and she let out a frustrated breath. Judging by the determination in his gaze, she knew he would stop if she didn’t tell him.
“I don’t want to come, because you feel too damn good inside me right now. I don’t even like you, but this is the only time I’ll feel you fucking me and I want it to last.”
When he thrust back into her, deeply, she could have cried with relief. “Oh, Poet, you’ve been seriously deprived. Trust me, babe, we’ve got all night. And the morning.”
Titan resumed the same punishing rhythm he’d developed, building her back to the same gasping mess she’d been before she had him stop. His breathing was labored as he moved, occasionally rolling into her, changing the motion enough to pull her back from the brink. It was as if she was a musical instrument and he’d become a master at playing her. Every movement he made was catered to her, blowing her mind.
“Fuck yeah, Poet. Fuck yeah, feel that,” he demanded as her body quivered around him, squeezing into him. The huskiness in his words pushed over, forcing her orgasm from her.
She was a slave to him in that moment, her nails digging into his back as his name tumbled from her lips. And, still, he didn’t slow. He made her ride it out, longer than she’d ever done before. Just when she thought she’d go insane from the intense sensation, he pulled out and rolled her over.
Her body still tightening, he plunged back into her, positioning her. One foot on the floor, one knee up, her ass in the air, he took her from behind, his hands resting almost gently on her hips. His fingertips dug into her skin as he thrust into her, creating a new melody for them to dance to.
The position had never been one of Poet’s favorites – it spoke of too much trust on one end, and a complete lack of on the other. Too many bikers preferred the position, making the anonymity easier to swallow when they were cheating on their women. Her back stiffened and she opened her mouth to protest.
“You and me, Poet, right now. No one else, no other fucking thought.”
It was like the man was reading her mind, yet his words caused her to relax, to fall into the movement of him inside her. With his size and the angle, it was a completely different sensation, and completely amazing.
It didn’t take long for the quivering to start again, but this time there was no tipping point. She was so close, almost there, as was he, judging by his strained grunts; she just couldn’t find the crest. Abruptly she felt the loss of one of his hands, only to feel the sting of his palm across her bare ass. Once, twice, and her breathing skyrocketed.
“Fuck, Titan,” she groaned, enjoying his roughness. Unable to stop herself, her ass rose up, begging for more, and he obliged. Another, and another, and finally, on the last, she exploded around him, the mixture of pleasure and pain too much for her body to bare.
“Thank Christ,” Titan cursed between gritted teeth, his body jerking as he pulled out. She felt the warmth of his orgasm as he released on her lower back, taking pride in his almost loss of control. It had taken a great deal for him to pull out.
Poet remained unmoving, struggling to breathe, when she heard him murmur something and his body warmth leave her. She’d never admit it aloud, but she missed it the second it was missing. Surprisingly, just as she was about to get even more pissed that she’d just had sex with the Bishop, he returned with what she could only assume was a kitchen hand towel.
With more care than she ever imagined possible from the large man, he wiped at her back, cleaning up the mess he’d made on her. Even more shocking, when he was finished, he climbed back
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