Page 33 of My Ex-Military Biker

His hips slam into mine with force that should hurt but somehow doesn't, somehow feels exactly right.

I'm making sounds constantly, desperate and needy, completely beyond my control.

"That's it, let me hear you, want to hear every sound."

His hand slides between our bodies and finds my clit, rubbing rough circles with calloused fingers.

The pressure builds impossibly fast, overwhelming everything else.

"Come on my cock," he commands, not requests. "Want to feel you squeeze me."

Two more hard thrusts and I break completely, come harder than I ever have in my life, clenching around him rhythmically, crying out so loud I'm briefly grateful we're alone. Seeing actual stars behind my eyelids.

He fucks me straight through it without stopping or slowing down at all, just keeps moving relentlessly until I'm completely boneless and shaking beneath him.

Then he pulls out suddenly. "Turn over."

"What?" I'm too dazed to process immediately.

"On your stomach, right now."

I turn over without questioning it, too far gone to question anything he tells me to do.

He grips my hips roughly and pulls them up. "On your knees."

I get on my knees shakily, face pressed into the pillow, ass in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable.

He makes a rough sound in his throat. "Fuck, look at you like this."

His hand slides over my ass, squeezing the flesh hard, then moves down between my legs.

His fingers slide through the wetness there, his come and mine mixed together.

"You're dripping," he says, pushing two fingers inside me suddenly. I'm so sensitive now that I whimper into the pillow. "Think you can take more?"

"Yes," I manage.

He pulls his fingers out and lines himself up again, then pushes back inside in one single hard thrust without warning.

This angle is completely different, so much deeper. I cry out directly into the pillow, muffling the sound.

He doesn't give me any time to adjust to the new position, just starts moving immediately, hard and deep and rough. Using my hips as leverage to pull me back onto him with every powerful thrust.

It's rougher than before, more desperate, his control completely gone now.

"Wanted you like this since the bathroom," his voice is ragged and raw. "Since you stood there in that fucking wedding dress looking at me. Wanted to bend you over and fuck you until you forgot his name completely."

The crude words make me clench hard around him involuntarily.

"Yeah, you like that, like hearing how badly I wanted you from the start."

"Yes," I gasp out.

His hand comes down on my ass without warning, a sharp slap that echoes in the room.

I gasp at the sudden sting that spreads across my skin, mixing with pleasure in ways I didn't know were possible.

"You like that too," he says, doing it again on the other side. "Fuck, you're so perfect, take everything I give you."