Page 72 of Property of Tacoma

I slip two fingers into her tight heat, and she gasps, pushing back against my hand. “Yes, oh god, yes.”

“So wet for me,” I growl, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy. “You like having your ass spanked, don’t you? Gets you all hot and bothered.”

“Yes,” she whines, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers. “Please, honey.”

I add a third finger, stretching her further. “My baby likes being a bad girl, doesn’t she?”

“I do,” she pants, her inner walls clenching around my digits. “Please, Tacoma. I need more.”

I withdraw my fingers, and she whimpers at the loss. “Up,” I command, helping her stand. “On the bed. Hands and knees.”

She scrambles onto the mattress, assuming the position. Her ass is pink, her pussy glistening with need.

Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I quickly roll it on and position myself behind her. I rub the head of my cock through her folds, coating it in her wetness.

“Please,” she begs, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Please fuck me.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I tease, then thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt.

“Fuck!” she cries out, her back arching beautifully.

I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as I set a punishing pace. “This what you wanted, Angel? My cock stretching this tight pussy?”

“Yes,” she moans, pushing back to meet each thrust. “God, yes. Harder, please.”

I release her hair and grip her hips with both hands, using the leverage to drive deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with her moans and my grunts.

“Touch yourself,” I command. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

She immediately reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. I can feel her inner walls starting to flutter around me.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, my own release building. “Let me feel you come.”

“I’m close,” she gasps, her movements becoming erratic. “So close.”

I lean forward, covering her body with mine, and bite down on her shoulder. That’s all it takes to send her over the edge.

She comes with a silent scream, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise. The sensation is too much, and I follow her over the edge, emptying myself into the condom with a groan of her name.

For a moment, we stay frozen, both of us panting, before I carefully pull out and dispose of the condom. I gather her in my arms and pull her against my chest, kissing the top of her head.

“You okay, Angel?” I ask, suddenly concerned I might have been too rough.

She looks up at me, her eyes soft and sated. “I’m perfect,” she says, her voice blissed out.

Relief washes over me. “Yeah? Not too much?”

She shakes her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Not at all. In fact, I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Soon.”

My heart fucking soars at her words.

This—what we just did—is a huge part of who I am, of what I need in a relationship. The fact that she not only accepts it but wants more of it means more to me than I can say.

“I’ve been holding back,” I admit, stroking her hair. “Wasn’t sure if you’d be into it.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Into being dominated by a sexy-as-hell biker with a spanking kink? Um, yes, please.”

I laugh, pulling her closer. “A spanking kink?”