Page 6 of Biker Orc Baby Daddy
His answering growl is almost feral, and then his hands are everywhere, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, mapping me like he's memorizing the terrain. I gasp as his fingers find the hem of my dress, pushing it up, up, up until it's bunched around my waist and his hands are on my bare skin.
"Fuck, Sis," he mutters, his fingers tracing the lace edge of my panties. "You're so fucking soft."
I whimper as he slips a finger under the fabric, finding me wet and ready for him. "Ridge, please."
"Please what?" His finger circles my clit, slow and deliberate, and I buck against his hand.
"Pleasefuck me."
His answering growl is almost triumphant, and then he's pulling my panties down, tossing them aside before settling between my thighs. I can feel the heat of him through his jeans, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me.
He fumbles with the buckle while I help, needing him naked, needing himnow. He helps me, shucking his jeans and boxersdown his thighs, and then he's there, his cock hot and heavy in my hand.
I stroke him, once, twice, and he groans, his hips jerking into my touch. "Sis, I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that."
I smile, slow and wicked. "Good."
I guide him to my entrance, and then he's pushing in, slow and steady, giving me time to adjust to his size. He's big, stretching me in a way that's almost painful, but so, so good.
"Fuck," he mutters as he bottoms out, his forehead resting against mine. "You feelamazing."
My legs draw him closer, pulling him deeper. "Move, Ridge."
He does, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, setting a rhythm that's slow and deep andperfect. I meet him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body winding tighter and tighter with every movement.
"Harder," I gasp, and he obeys, his hips snapping against mine, driving into me with a force that has me crying out.
"Like that?" His voice is rough, almost guttural, and I can feel the strain in his body, the way he's holding back.
"Yes,just like that."
His answering growl is almost triumphant, and then he's pounding into me, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement, and then I'm coming, my body clenching around him as I cry out his name.
He follows me over a second later, his body going rigid as he comes with a groan, his cock pulsing inside me.
We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin. Ridge rolls to the side, pulling me with him, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.
"Well," I say after a moment, my voice muffled against his skin. "That wassomething."
His chest vibrates with a laugh. "Yeah. It was."
I tilt my head up to look at him, at the way his eyes are warm and soft, the way his lips are curved in a satisfied smile. "We should probably do it again."
His answering grin is slow and wicked. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He rolls me beneath him, his body covering mine, and then his mouth is on mine again, hot and demanding, and I know we're not going to be leaving this room anytime soon.
I waketo the sound of a truck rumbling past on the highway and the immediate, gut-clenching realization that I'm naked in a motel room with a stranger.
The digital clock on the nightstand blinks 5:47 AM in angry red numbers. Too early for regret, but here we are anyway.
Ridge is still asleep beside me, sprawled on his back with one arm thrown over his head. The sheet's tangled around his waist, leaving his chest bare and on full display. Those tattoos I'd traced with my tongue last night look less mysterious in the thin dawn light filtering through the curtains. Just decorative. Faux henna, probably, given how they don't quite match the pigment of his skin.
God, what did I do?
My dress is crumpled on the floor near the bathroom. One shoe by the door, the other God knows where. My bandana's still somehow knotted in my hair, which feels like the universe mocking me for trying to maintain any dignity whatsoever.
