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I gasp as the mattress dips hard beneath me. His hand slides up my spine, gathers my hair, and pulls just enough to turn my face sideways.
Not trapped.
Held.
The difference is everything.
His mouth brushes my ear. “That better?”
My pussy clenches. “Yes.”
“Good.”
He bites my shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt. Hard enough that I feel it everywhere.
“Fuck.”
His palm slides over my ass, squeezing one cheek.
I expect a slap.
He doesn’t.
The anticipation alone makes my stomach tighten.
“You thought I was gonna smack your ass.”
I bury my face in the blanket. “No.”
“Liar.”
“Sheriff isn’t here.”
“I don’t need the damn rooster.”
His hand rubs slowly over the same spot. “Want me to?”
My face gets hot.
This is ridiculous. I am naked, wet, face-down in a biker’s bed after riding his thigh, coming on his tongue, and putting his cock in my mouth, and somehow this is what embarrasses me.
“Sweet.”
“Yes.”
His palm lands once. Sharp. The sting flashes hot over my skin, and I gasp.
Bitter immediately rubs the spot. “That okay?”
“Yes.”
“You want another?”
I turn my head enough to look back at him. “Yes.”
The second one is harder. Pleasure shoots straight through my pussy.
“Oh, fuck.”
