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Joelle

She was mortified he’d abruptly ended their call.

It would be next to impossible to face Diamond tomorrow. She’d have to come up with an excuse why she didn’t need a security detail. Maybe an out-of-town trip to the moon. It was so awkward confessing to a guy she was horny and wanted phone sex, but then have that guy tap out before it got good.

There ought to be a law that said a man couldn’t get a woman all wet and worked up and then drop her right before the finish. If Joelle weren’t so sexually frustrated, she would have called Diamond and — The bedroom door came open so fast that Joelle muffled a scream behind her hand. She hadn’t even heard someone walking into her suite. It could have easily been a murderer!

Instead, it was a hot-eyed biker whose stride hadn’t faltered as he closed the distance between them.

Instantly, white-hot arousal pounded through Joelle. Feeling his magnetism always swept the air out of her at first, before it settled into a lovely wave of desire. But on the heels of that came her mortification. Thank goodness she still didn’t have a hand between her legs, but she was almost naked, and she quickly covered her breasts with her hands.

“Don’t do that. You’re fucking spectacular,” he growled, and for some inexplicable reason, she dropped both hands on her lap, letting him look his fill.

Several things she took in all at once.

How imposing Diamond was. He was an exceptionally appealing figure with his tattoos, olive skin, and daunting dimensions.

And he hadn’t been lying.

The gray sweatpants were prominent on his legs, hugging low on his waist, and dear god , no one could miss the colossal baseball thick pole poking out of his groin.

She instantly slaked her tongue over her dry lips as Diamond’s eyes flared, watching her like a hungry lion.

“Did you come?” he rasped. Making her face flame bright pink.

“You hung up on me,” she accused, for lack of something else to say.

“ Did you come ?”

“No,” she answered. “I stopped, no longer in the mood.”

“I told you I’d make you come the next time you heard my voice.”

Diamond’s eyes were so low-lidded that they were practically closed. The sex appeal oozed out of him like steam, and Joelle was having a hard time keeping her lungs working.

The man was too much.

Extremely tempting.

His presence made her head swim and her pussy in a constant state of spasm.

“I thought you’d changed your mind.”

He stepped forward to the end of her bed, making Joelle’s neck arch to look him in the eye.

“No. I wanted to see you in person. Touch yourself, Joelle.”

She inhaled as though it was coming as a surprise what Diamond was asking, as though she hadn’t been masturbating for the last however long to the sound of his dirty talking on the phone. But the phone had given her some anonymity. This was in person, and her skin burned with every hot-blooded emotion.

“Joelle. Touch yourself for me,” he grated hoarsely. The look in his eye was arousal itself. “The entire ride over here, I’ve been hard, wanting it. Needing to see it happen. You smell amazing.” He inhaled hard enough to inflate his chest. “And you look so fucking sexy, all flushed and aching for the orgasm. You need it, don’t you?”

She breathed the answer.

No nagging thoughts in her mind warned her that this was a regret in the making.

The pulsing desire was too strong to ignore.

So Joelle situated herself more comfortably, inching her legs apart, bracing her feet on the soft cushioned ottoman at the bottom of the bed. As she crept a hand over her belly, he hissed, and though the move wasn’t intimate, she knew he liked what he saw.

He liked her curvier body. And that flooded her with endorphins.

She may not have had a stash of feminine tricks, but she could sense when a man was attracted to her, and it radiated from Diamond’s entire frame. Which, in turn, climbed her lust until she was humming low from the back of her throat and smiling shyly as she inched closer to the crotch of her damp panties.

“ Fuck .” He hissed. Grabbing himself.

Jeez. Diamond had no problem showing her the shape of his cock as he outlined himself and made her eyelids lower with yearning.

He was monstrous. More significant than she’d had before, and she sucked on her lower lip as she thought about how he’d feel in her mouth. She was dying to see it outside of the sluttiest gray sweatpants.

“ Joelle , you’re taking too long. Touch yourself .” He rasped, moving closer until his knee touched her foot; he was practically up close with her downstairs business. Thank god she’d taken an everything shower earlier and was freshly plucked, woman-scaped, and moisturized. Usually, winter called for the all-over bear-theme. No leg shaving and no de-bushing herself. What was the point if she wasn’t sleeping with someone? But since Diamond came into her life, she’d been trimming the goodies, just in case.

It was brilliant forward-thinking on her part, especially since the hot biker was standing over her now with sex in his eyes.

“Why are you rushing me?”

He sprang forward, and because he pressed both hands on the edge of the bed, his nose almost brushed hers. Joelle was so dazzled by his eyes.

“Because this is all we have, Joelle. This moment right now, and I wanna get to it. It’s all I’ve thought about. The thought of you stroking it out while I watch you, while I instruct you, is fucking plaguing my mind.”

God, he was right.

This was all they could have.

How would dating a biker work? There were so many obstacles and differences in their way. Her not-so-tolerant father would have plenty to say about it since he’d already cautioned her about Diamond.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes,” she answered instantly. “I called you, remember?”

“Fuck, yeah, you did. Blew my mind.” He said, and he reached down to widen her legs to the width he wanted, leaving Joelle wide open to his eyes.

He expressed his approval with a flared expression, a licked tongue over his lips, and a dirty groan.

“Now let me blow yours, Joelle.”

“ Please .” was all she could say around the barrage of lust taking down her internal network.

Diamond stroked over her bare leg, teasing fingertips to her inner thigh, making her shudder, but his travels didn’t stop there. He went over her belly and up between her breasts. He palmed each one, tweaking her nipples until they were so hard and puckered it felt like a physical, delicious pain.

“You’re going to come for me repeatedly, baby.”

Oh, that sounded like heaven.

“Now, get your hand into those panties before I blow right here.”

Joelle chuckled. She felt powerful for making him sound so unhinged. So, following his instructions, her fingers disappeared past the lacy red material, and started touching herself. She was already so primed that she jolted, moaning from her throat.

“Diamond.” She whispered. His lips drove down on hers, and all thoughts fled the building.

“Open your lips for me, Joelle. Invite me in.”

It sounded so sexual, so sordid that when she took a fast inhale, Diamond rushed into her mouth and brought his sinful tongue with him. She moaned at the delicious contact and joined a war she didn’t know she was craving until the sexiest man alive was kissing the hell out of her while she rubbed her clit.

“Are you going to make me wait again?”

It wasn’t the answer she wanted when he laughed lightly against her mouth and told her, “It’ll be so sweet, Bluebell.”

She needed it now . She relished the sensation of Diamond’s teeth against her lower lip as she exhaled. “I’ll come without you telling me to.”

“Go on then.” He dared, and his eyes darkened, turning her on even more.

Why did she want to listen to him? Why did she crave his permission?

She could come if she wanted to. She didn’t need him to tell her when she could orgasm.

But that’s what she did.

When Diamond rested his knee on the ottoman and leaned in, his gaze dropped between their bodies, watching her frantically ply pressure to where she ached the most. He talked the whole time.

“You feel how wet you are?”

“Mmhm,” she bit her lip.

The moment was palpable. All sexual. Private and theirs. If only for right now.

“It’s only going to get better.”

“It would be better if you let me come.”

His laugh was rusty and went right between her legs.

Time after time, as Joelle got to the edge, Diamond told her to back off.

By the fourth denial, she was drenched in sweat and hurling curses at him and his ancestors.

“This isn’t what I signed up for, River Durant.” She puffed out air.

“Tell me you aren’t shaking all over, Bluebell.” He said, dropping to his knees on the carpet before her. “You can’t, can you? Sweet, trembling girl.”

His confidence shot a zing of pleasure through her, and she couldn’t look away as he helped peel the underwear down her legs. Leaving Joelle utterly nude while he was still clothed.

He hissed at the sight of her, and she felt like a helium balloon, like she could float to the ceiling with the lustful way he was staring between her legs.

“It’s not fair you’re still dressed.”

“It’s better this way.”

She frowned. “Why?”

“If I get naked, my dick will be in you in three seconds, baby. And we can’t do that.”

She liked those kinds of numbers. In three seconds, he could make her ache disappear.

She whined this time, and he smiled so attractively, but the sound morphed into a moan when Diamond ran his thumb along her slit and brought it to his mouth.

“One fuck wouldn’t be enough, Joelle. You know it, I know it. I can make you come so many fucking times, though. You ready?”

“I’ve been ready for ages.” She snapped, and he dared to laugh again.

It was so intimate having a man touching her between the legs, but it felt right because it was Diamond, and she didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as he continued to make her crazy, working her clit into a state of euphoria.

“Can you at least take your shirt off? This feels like you’re my gym teacher.”

His eyes shot up. But his fingers kept going.

“You did this with your gym teacher?”

The laugh ripped out of her. But then he whipped the shirt off, and her mouth gaped open. He was perfection itself. Artists must have designed that body. It was insane, with the valleys and dips of muscles along each inch of his torso. And so much ink she was spoiled for choice where she looked first.

Joelle didn’t anticipate Diamond’s mouth on her pussy.

He attacked with expertise, his lips around her clit, and two long fingers pushed into her dripping entrance without ceremony. It was so unexpected that Joelle screamed and had to slap a hand over her parted lips.

The orgasm tore through her with abandon. It was the biggest, wildest orgasm of her life. Wave after hot wave licked Joelle all over as Diamond’s wicked mouth and hand fucked her right over the finish line until her vision blinked in and out.

His lips glistened like she’d painted him with gloss when he lifted his head and smiled, looking so sex drunk and turned on.

This was the moment she’d look back on one day. The way love walloped her in the middle of her belly.

But her heart was beating so hard she couldn’t think about the feelings drowning her, so she reached out, knocked the hair from his forehead, and ran her thumb over his wet lips. “Messy boy.”

He attacked her again.

Full-on animal attack, pushing her back on the bed, his mouth went wild on hers, kissing with enough force she felt the heat rise off his skin. She tasted her tartness in his mouth and chased it like a drug. That was a surprise; she’d never thought she’d enjoy the taste of her arousal, but when it was on the tongue of a sex god, yeah, she wanted more and fought around his tongue to slake it all.

“That’s one.” He declared.

“Wait. What? We’re keeping count?”

“You think I traveled all this way, with this hard dick, just to see you come once and then fuck off?” his smirk was hell on earth, and she’d sell the Snow estate to continue seeing it on that face.

“Well.”

“You’ve never been corrupted by a biker before, Bluebell, and it shows. Now, get back into position. You’ll do that again, and I’ll talk you through it.”

“You better not make me wait again.” She scowled, and he laughed.

He was going to deny her orgasm again.

She had a better idea.

Okay, nothing was a better idea than coming again. She felt so unfettered, like her body wasn’t even hers anymore because she wanted more . She wanted to glut herself on Diamond if all they had was now.

But she ran her fingers over the ridges of his stomach and watched him tremble. His nostrils flared.

“I’ll do that again if you join me.” She dropped her eyes to the bulge. It was impossible to ignore. He must be hurting so badly.

And Joelle craved to see Diamond coming undone.

“ Joelle .” He warned. He was kneeling on the ottoman, and he grabbed her thighs, keeping her right on the edge, giving him a full view of her wetness.

“Please. You can make me ache by waiting until you tell me I can come. But I want to see you do it, too. Give me that.” She pleaded, vulnerable.

He looked to the ceiling like he could see the heavens and muttered to himself, but when his blond head dropped and he stared at her, nothing but unabridged lust was staring back.

Oh yeah, she was going to get it. Yay .

“You’re gonna kill some lucky motherfucker one day who gets to come home every day to see you like this,” He rasped so low she shivered. “Keep those killer legs open. They close even an inch, and I’ll make it hurt so fucking good you’ll beg for death.”

Why was that hot? She must be mad.

“Do I get to see you coming?”

“Open your mouth.” He issued and didn’t wait for her to do a thing, just slammed down on her lips and forced them open by licking them. They groaned together, but the kiss was fast, furious, and over in seconds. “Yes, you’ll see ropes of my fucking come. You’re gonna wear it on your skin, devil woman.”

Diamond reached into those gray sweatpants and pulled his length out. It was so big, angry purple at the gorgeous crown that she felt feral inside. Her stomach muscles clenched, and one day soon, Joelle would be embarrassed by the sexual sounds she made when he started stroking from balls to tip.

Oh, lord. And as she guessed, he held off her orgasm like a villain. She begged, pleaded, and cursed for him to let her come.

“You’ll come so hard for me, baby, won’t you?” he taunted with a smirk. Joelle could only whimper in return. “That’s it. Nice and slow, my good girl. My cock is so goddamn jealous of those fingers.”

Diamond was the dirtiest talking man on earth. The things coming from his mouth should’ve sent them both to hell.

Joelle was utterly corrupted by a biker.

Each time he gave her permission to come, she bowed her back and wailed his name. And once they started again, the torture was exquisite.

The sexy grunts coming from his throat were born from fantasies, his eyes bouncing between her heated face and where her fingers were lazily pushing into herself on his orders. She was drenched from multiple orgasms, unable to stop despite feeling satisfied.

When the biker was grunting his way through his delayed climax, pumping into his hand at speed, she thought if his dick wasn’t so large, it might break. He was superhuman. No man had ever lasted as long as Diamond.

“Are you ready to take what I have?” he rasped, hot-eyed.

He grunted her name and climaxed at the same time she did. Joelle’s was an utter surprise, so sure her vagina couldn’t produce any more pleasure, but her body reacted to seeing Diamond’s rough handling. Ropes of come splashed on her pussy, lower abdomen, and across her inner thighs.

Marked by a biker.

He didn’t stop powering his palm until no drop was left. He exhaled and sagged forward on the ottoman, laid half over her, and then pressed the bulbous head of his cock against her throbbing clit. He gave several strokes, angling his cock as if to enter her, and they both exhaled, their eyes holding. Temptation in every rugged pant. She wanted him inside her more than anything and would sell her soul. From how Diamond looked at her, he felt the same way.

“That’s my good girl, fucking those lucky fingers.” He continued to nibble her mouth. They moaned together at the skin-on-skin intimate contact until he pulled at her hand and took those wet fingers into his mouth while he petted her outer pussy, coating her all over with his pleasure. She juddered, then fell back on the bed. Diamond’s body followed, and his mouth touched the shell of her ear as he husked. “I knew you’d be hot as fuck when you came crying my name, Joelle.”

The dominance he exerted over her body was incomparable.

Joelle had done most of the touching, while Diamond brought the dirty talking and coaching, sometimes using his thumbs to spread her pussy lips to lick her. She’d felt like he’d operated every inch of her pleasure, so when she’d detonated, it was overwhelmingly good.

She’d never recover from this.

He’d ruined her.

It was a fact.

Maybe it was a mistake.

But the good endorphins were rife through her system, and there was no space for regrets. Yet.

If they came, Joelle would deal with it.

But for that moment, in a bubble with a biker who’d thoroughly wrecked her, Joelle could only smile. And smile. And smile.