Page 54 of Ruthless Obsession

“Just because I’m a biker doesn’t make me a tool.”

She snorts, pushing me away. “Seriously, captor?”

“Yeah. And I won’t apologize for taking what I want. The most beautiful, feisty woman I ever met.” I nip her lower lip.

“I may not hate all bikers anymore… because of you,” Sophie whispers, biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

I run my tongue across the sting, tasting the copper.

“You’re such a bad girl.”

I slip my hand down her belly into her slippery folds. “Damn, you’re wet… you’ve been like this all day?”

“All damn day,” she moans, her lip caught between her teeth. “Ever since this morning. The way you—God—I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never experienced so many orgasms back-to-back,” Sophie admits.

I flash a devilish smirk. “So many more to come,” I say, hovering over her, yanking her under me.

“If you love my tongue, wait till you ride my dick.” I waggle my brows.

Sophie chuckles. I slip lower until I stare at her pretty wet pussy. “Drenched for me,” I mutter, in aww of what is all fucking mine.

“Good, I need you soaked to take my dick.”

I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth.

She buries her fingers in my gold strands as her hips rotate so she can give it to me the way she wants. “Yes, Mavis. I’m-I’m ready.”

That’s just what I want to hear, that my woman is ready to take this dick.

The sound of me slurping and sucking her pussy hums beneath the volume of the TV.

I slide my tongue from her puckered hole to her clit again and again. I watch as pleasure engulfs her face and her lips part as she comes alive right before my eyes.

“God, you’re so good at eating my pussy,” she mutters.

“I think I’m addicted,” she admits.

I grin before sucking her labia then flicking my tongue on her clit. Her orgasm crashes over her body. Sophie arches her back and comes on my tongue.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she yells.

“Fuck, baby, I love watching you come. You taste so fucking good. I won’t ever get enough of tasting this pussy.”

The pain killers I took when I got home mixed with the whiskey enhances this mind-blowing moment.

I lean over her again. This time like a hungry lion ready to devour my woman. I push her legs wide and slap her pussy with the head of my cock.

She moans. “That feels good.”

I never saw this side of Sophie. The intoxicated, horny woman.

Taking her lips, I press the head of my thick cock against her entrance.

Her eyes go wide as her hands roam my back. “Mavis, you’ll have to put on a condom.”

“What? No. We’re clean. That was the point of the tests.”

She pulls her lower lip into her mouth. “When you locked me up for those four days I couldn’t take my birth control pills.”