Page 9 of Biker's Goal
“No condom?” she panted.
“Nah,” I breathed. “We’ve graduated. Now, I’m going to breed this tight fucking cunt until your belly is swollen withmybaby.”
She whined, pushing back on me. “Then do it,” she panted. “Wreck me, Tye.”
She sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice. I shoved her down by her neck, making her bend over the railing. Banding one arm around her hips because I wouldnevertruly put her in danger, I began to fuck her, rutting into her like a beast. Like a dog who just found a bitch in heat.
“Tye!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.Fuuuuck,” she sobbed, her pussy already tightening around me.
I grinned, but it was purely feral. “Take it, baby,” I snarled. I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her back, occasionally biting her just to drive her over the edge over and fucking over again. If there was one thing my woman loved, it was the pain I caused.
“I need you to come one more time,” I growled into her ear before sucking the lobe into my mouth. When I sank my teeth into the sensitive flesh, she shattered, her raw scream echoing over the valley. Snarling, I thrust into her two more times before my hips fell off-rhythm and I spilled inside of her.
I pulled her away from the railing, and we sank down to the porch. She slumped forward, her hands pressed to the wooden planks, and she panted as she tried to catch her breath. I peppered kisses along her abused skin, my breathing just as ragged. No amount of exercising would ever prepare me for hot and heavy sex with Aura.
“I love you,” I breathed, my voice ragged.
She nodded. “D—” she sucked in a heavy breath— “Ditto,” she croaked.
