Beneath His Ink (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Sophia Hampton

ready.
     
    “Almost,” he said as he reached into his pocket and got out one of his condoms. He had them ever ready, and she was so grateful he wasn’t one that didn’t come prepared. After he was fully sheathed, he looked up at her. “Now I’m ready. Hop on, lady.”
     
    It was funny that he was cracking jokes, and she was about to combust with desire, so she did what he’d asked and took the smile right off his face. She placed the head of his cock at her opening, and she wondered if she was going to have a problem with being just too wet. It probably wasn’t an issue because she was a smaller woman and he was a large cocked man. It hadn’t been too long since they’d had sex, but she’d never ridden him. It was an exciting change of point of view. Instead of her looking up at him, she was looking down, and the bounce of her full breasts felt different.
     
    She wanted so many things. With his cock stretching her out at full capacity her full nipples were feeling neglected, so halfway down she hooked an arm around his head and brought him to her breasts. He never turned down an opportunity to suck her into his mouth, and she couldn’t be more thrilled with the way he used his mouth to work out each and every noise she was trying to hold back.
     
    He didn’t use his hands, and for some reason that was frustrating her. She knew he was trying to give her what he thought she wanted, but now she wanted something different. When her ass touched his lap, she felt full beyond measure and she gave him a squeeze with her pussy and reveled in the moan that he let out. This could be fun she thought as she prepared to drive him out of his mind. Picking up the pace, she lifted up and down, and he let her nipple pop out of his mouth as he wanted to kiss her mouth.
     
    She really liked playing like this. Riding him and watching what expression crossed his face. That was probably why he liked this position with him on the top.
     
    “Your fun is about to come to an end, Ella.”
     
    “Really?” She could barely understand what he was saying as she went along at a gallop on his lap.
     
    “Well, maybe not to and end, but we are getting ready to change everything up. I love you riding my cock, but I want to get into that pussy deeper, and by the look on your face you want me to do that too.”
     
    She wouldn’t confirm or deny what he was saying, but she wished he’d hurry up with whatever he had planned.
     
    He flipped her so she was now on her back on the couch and she squealed. It was awesome being with such a strong man. Tyson was done playing, and that was great because so was she. He brought her down to pound town with the strength of his strokes, and she loved it. Watching his face as he concentrated— even though she didn’t know if he was concentrating on her or on not coming too fast— made her giddy. Whichever it was, it didn’t matter, because she just loved the expression by itself. The feel of his big body over hers always made her feel pampered.
     
    “Don’t hold back, Tyson, give it to me like you mean it.”
     
    “I always mean it.” The smirk he gave her let her know she was getting ready to get it just the way she wanted it. “I take that comment to mean that you want it harder or do you want it faster?”
     
    She was trying to answer, but he was giving her deep thrusts in between each of his words, and damn did that feel good. Holding on to him but he moved back to kneel on the couch and he lifted her so her torso would still be at fucking level.
     
    “You’re not saying anything, and you know how much I love to hear what you have to say. You didn’t even answer my question.” He was playing with her now, and she wondered how he could do that. Be so involved but just turn down how much he was being effected.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “I don’t think that was the answer to any question I had.” He slowed his hips and the wonderful thrusts he was giving, and she almost wanted to