Curvy Ride: An Age Gap Romance (Men of Valor MC) by Hope Ford (interesting books to read txt) 📗

holds it over my hips. With a smirk, he says, “You can’t escape me now, Addi. You’re mine for the taking.”

And with that, he devours me. Licks me from my hole to the tiny nerves of my clit. He doesn’t stop until I’m lifting my hips, and my hand is on the back of his head, holding him to me. He gives me no mercy, and when I’m begging for relief, for him to let me come, he finally does, with his fingers pulsing in and out of me and his tongue working magic on my fully engorged clit.

I come, screaming his name as my body flexes tight, and I can feel every muscle in my body pull and stretch. When I think it’s over, he does it again, pulling another orgasm from me, this one even more devastating than the first.

He laps at me, sucking my juices before he pulls back and is licking his lips.

Standing up, he takes off his pants and lines himself at my center. “I would never do anything to hurt you. Do you believe me?”

I nod, because looking at him now, he looks as if he would die before he would let anything hurt me. I’ve never had anyone look at me with such longing and passion in their eyes, and I get lost in it.

He pushes in, his cock filling me up until I’m so full I start to slide up the bed. But he stops me with his hands to my hips. “Feel me, baby. I’m so hard, and it’s all for you.”

And he starts to thrust. In and out he moves inside me, and I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, pulling him in even deeper. Every drive of his hips brings me closer and closer to another climax.

“Come with me, Addi. I need to feel you sucking me.” He groans, and I do as he asks. I come, my body jerking, and I bear down on him until he can barely move in and out of me. His body jerks, and he pulls out, his cum hitting my belly. Both of us watch as rope after rope expels from his manhood, and when he’s done, he rubs his hand through it, massaging it into my skin. “I’m marking you, baby. You’re mine. The next time, I’m marking your womb because that’s mine too.”

I should probably be offended, but honestly his words, hot and dirty, make my pussy clench at the thought.

Ice

Once is not going to be enough. My dick is still wet from being inside her, but I’m not even going to clean myself off. I want her on me.

She tries to cover herself, and I put a stop to that shit. I’m about to make a new rule that if it’s just us, I want her naked, her legs parted and her showing me her pretty pink cunt any time I want to see it.

My dick is already hardening between my legs, and I want her again. But I need her to know this is more than sex.

I’m lying next to her, my arms wrapped around her, and I do my best to ignore my hungry cock. “Want to go get something to eat?”

She curls into me. “I’d rather stay here and do that again.”

“Fuck baby, I like hearing that. But I need to at least feed you. Stay right here.”

I force myself out of bed and go to the kitchen to make sandwiches real quick. I make trips between the kitchen and the bedroom until I have sandwiches, chips, cookies and drinks all set up on the nightstand beside her. She’s pulled my T-shirt off the floor and covered her body, but I can’t complain. Even if I prefer her naked, I like seeing her in my shirt.

We eat and talk. She tells me about teaching and how she loves kids. I tell her about the military and the shop and how I’d love our kids. She just rolls her eyes like she doesn’t believe me, but I don’t care. I’ll prove it to her.

“So I had fun tonight, but I should probably get home.”

I reach across the bed and put my hand on her thigh. “You’re not leaving yet...”

“Ice, I think, well, this was fun. Really. But tomorrow’s a whole new day, and I think it’s best I get out of here.”

I tense up at her words, but I still don’t release her. “So what? You wanted to get dirty with the biker? Is that what this is about?”

She looks surprised. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, you’re a sweet woman that probably never crosses over to this side. Did you want a dirty secret?” I try to play it off, like it doesn’t matter to me, but it does. I know we’re different. But it doesn’t matter to me because I’ve already decided that she’s going to be mine.

She’s shaking her head, side to side, her eyes wide. “I’m not like that... I can’t believe you think I’m like that.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“Because I don’t want to overstay my welcome. We’re done, right? We had sex.” And she even whispers the word sex like she’s not accustomed to saying it out loud. I’d laugh if I didn’t know how important this conversation is.

“Yeah, honey, we made love. But I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay the night.”

Hope flares in her eyes, and she starts to say something but stops.

“What is it? What were you going to say?”

“Look at you,” she says, pointing at me.

I try not to take offense, but there’s a little bit of bitterness in my voice when I ask, “What about me?”

She rolls her eyes then. “You could literally have any woman you want. C’mon, Ice. You know it. You’re perfect. You’re hot. You’re in a biker club. You’ve got all those tattoos.