Riding with the Bad Boy (A Dark Motorcycle Club Romance) by Emma Russell

you have any idea how fucking hot you were, telling Tony off like that? He’s fucking made. Could’ve had you killed. But you don’t care, you ain’t afraid of nothin’.” He kissed my neck, his tongue flicking along the groove of it before he took a bite right out.”

    “ O hhhh .” I moaned as he bit down. Damn, it felt so fucking good.

    “ T hat’s my good little girl,” he whispered, his hand leaving my breast and snaking his hand down the front of my stomach and into my pants. He immediately parted my folds and tested how wet I was. “Wow, babe. You already want me that bad?”

    T he truth was that I’d wanted him the moment I saw him. The way he came rushing in through that window, the way he owned the place. It made me want him more than anything else in the world.

    H e was pure , unadulterated sex. I needed him. Needed everything he could give me.

    “ Y ou have no idea .” I grabbed him by the collar and pulled my body even farther into his as he slipped a finger deep inside of me. Fuck. It was so good.

    I was still high on adrenaline, and I felt amazing. I wanted more of him, more than he could give. But I aimed to take it anyways. I kissed him hard, deep, my tongue exploring his mouth as he responded, pumping his finger into me over and over. It wasn’t enough. I gyrated my hips into him, but I needed more. So much more.

    I moaned , unable to take it any longer, and then I pulled his shirt off, practically ripping it from his body. I wanted him naked, and I wanted him now. Nothing else would do.

    “ D amn , Cub. Slow down, baby girl. We’ve got all night.” He slipped his finger out of my slit and flicked my clit before pulling it out completely. “Taste yourself.”

    H e brought that finger up to my lips and I did what he asked. I put my little mouth over his finger and sucked, licking off my own taste until there was nothing left.

    “ S ee how good you taste ?” I nodded, biting my lip and trying to be patient. If he wanted to go slow, we went slow. He was in charge, as much as I fought it. There was no other way. “Good. Now take off your bra for me.”

    I reached around my back and unclasped the band, letting the fabric fall down my arms and off, onto the floor. He grinned and pulled me onto the bed so that I was on his lap. It was then that his head went down over me and he grabbed one of my breasts in his hand, his mouth following suit. He sucked on my nipple, rolling his tongue over it as he palmed the other breast.

    I moaned into his touch , squirming on his lap as he reached down and pulled on my jeans, fumbling with the button until it released its hold on the fabric. He had even more room now to slip into my jeans and down my panties, back to my pussy. It was wetter than before, slick with want and need, and his touching.

    “ O h girl , I think I am going to have to lick that.” He grinned and pushed me back onto the bed. He was the master of removing pants and panties, having mine off before I could so much protest. Not that I wanted to. No. I wanted so much more than that. I wanted his face buried deep in me giving me exactly what I wanted. I wanted to cum on his mouth and scream while he insisted I cum again and again.

    Y eah , that was what I wanted. And that was what he was going to give me.

    I opened my legs for him, desperate for his touch as he breathed over my pussy, his hot breath teasing me. I expected to give me exactly what I wanted, but instead he slowly ran a finger over my folds, examining me. I moaned and thrusted, just a little. I wanted him. Now.

    “ S low . Down. I want to take you all in. Experience you. All of you.” He licked, softly along my slit. His tongue just light enough that it drove me even more wild. I bucked again and this time he pressed my hips down so that I was unable to move. “Do I have to tell you again?”

    I bucked one more time , trying to be cute, but he growled at me, anger flashing in his eyes. He was so used to