Page 42 of Beauty & The Biker

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“I like sleeping next to you,” I admit.

“I like it too princess.”

He leans over me and kisses me roughly, cupping my breast in his hand. “Do you remember?”

“I’m trying Tristian. I want to. I know we are the ones in the photos, but I’m sorry. I can’t, not yet. Maybe if I talk to Papi...”

He pinches my nipple roughly, twisting it and bites my bottom lip a little too rough.

“I think more drastic measures are in order.”

I tense afraid to ask what his definition of drastic is.

He begins planting kisses over my torso.

“Maybe I need to fuck you until you do.”

He has grown hard again and moisture pools between my legs, wanting to feel him again so soon, even though right now I am Jell-O. I take his firm length into my hand and tug gently, guiding him back to my heated core. Tristian rocks into me, needing me just as much, if not more.

Awkwardly he rolls

us, ending with him on his back and me on top.

He is clutching my hips, moving me up and down slowly. I can hardly stand it he is filling me so deep and wide, but at the same time, it feels so good. “Ride me Isa,” he demands with a slap to my butt.

I let him continue to guide me as I work up the courage to take control like he wants me to.

He watches me with such adoration, and I gaze back mesmerized by the real feelings for me I can see he has locked away. I’ve hurt him, now I can see it fully. He has just been cold out of pain, but I will bring him back. I will remember and be strong enough to bring back what was lost between us.

With one hand over his heart, I concentrate on the thumping in his chest. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, tickling his thigh with the tail of my braid and let my body take over.

We moan, grunt and pant in unison as I rise and fall on him. He raises up into a sitting position, with the headboard for support. His strong arms wrap around me as my breasts smash against his chest.

The sound of his ragged breathing is the most important sound on earth right now. Bringing him pleasure is my only goal. We grope and claw at each other needing to get closer. I could crawl inside him right now, we are so lost to each other in this moment and still not feel close enough to him. He shoves me to my back coming with me, blanketing me with his body. He kisses me so deep and primal. He is mine and I am his.

“I want behind you, gonna, tug on your hair while I come all over your ass, Isa.”

We disentangle with Tristian telling me to get on all fours. He presses my head down firmly on the mattress, telling me to arch my lower back and lift my butt. I feel so exposed but wanted. He pushes my legs apart, settling between them and spreading my cheeks. The head of his cock teases at my rear.

I press back in response and he groans. “You aren’t ready for that princess.”

He slides inside my pussy, with his arm under my stomach supporting our weight. He pushes forward and I bite the sheets as he stretches me. I tighten around him, holding him prisoner inside my walls.

A gentle tug on my braid and then a much stronger yank, makes me cry out.

Tristian pulls out only to slam into me with full force, gripping my braid. He jerks my head back for a kiss and repeats the act. His hand slides up to my breasts, massaging softly then roughly, before traveling down to my clit. He brings me up with his chest pressed to my back as he fondles my sweet spot, whispering sweet nothings and dirty things in my ear. My head falls back resting on his shoulder.

“Want you coming hard for me Isabella,” he grits out between breaths.

He shoves me to all fours again and goes at me hard and fast. He slides in and out without mercy.

The pressure mounts as he pumps faster. Sweat trickles from his brow and down my spine, ending the trail at the crack of my butt.

Warmth pools in my center and down my thighs as we both find the release we seek. Tristian rolls over next to me and takes the cloth from earlier to wipe the wetness from my thighs. I fall asleep before he can get a word out.

His lips pressing to mine is the last thing I register before I am out cold.

And for the first time since I arrived here I sleep soundly.


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