Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 104

Ezra

"Oh y-yes…yessss…god, baby…" Wren moans, head thrown back as she bounces up and down on my very hard cock.

One hand on her waist and the other on the bed, I meet her thrust for thrust. I wrap her around my wrists and tug slightly.

She whimpers. "Ezraaaa.."

"I'm here, sweetheart." Thrust. "I'm." Thrust. "Right." Thrust. "Here."

A shiver works through her body, her hips rolling and grinding down on me.

God, she's so swarm, so wet.

The slick sound of our intimacy echoes loudly in the room. Sweat rolls down her spine while mine rolls down my temples.

My hair is damp and sticking to my forehead.

Fuck, we've been going at it for almost an hour and then some. I reach behind and squeeze her ass before brushing the spot were joined.

She jerks. "Oh god, do that again."

The feel of my cock sinking into her sends shock waves through my body. When I do it again, she clings to my chest, her arms wrapped around my neck.

I look up at her. "Fuck, look at you. You're a fucking goddess. You fit so perfect in my arms, around my cock, like you were made for me."

Her lips slam down on mine in an open-mouthed kiss. Desperate, hungry, dirty.

With two hands firmly on her bum, I guide her hips. Up. Down. Faster and faster.

She moans into my mouth, shuddering. Her whole body trembles.

And so does my thighs.

We're shaking all over, climbing higher and higher to the peak of our orgasm. The tingle starts at the base of my spine, heat coursing through my veins.

Her fingers sink into my hair and my head tilts up.

Her stare burns my face, cheeks flushed, eyes burning with unbridled pleasure, hunger…need.

Holy hell.

I bet it mirrors mine.

Because what I feel for this woman…Christ.

"I'm g-going t-to…oh god, I'm going to come." She kisses my face, my neck.

"Yea?"

She nods frantically. "Mhm."

I don't change my strokes, I don't stop our pace. I keep going.

In.

Out.

"M-me too, sweetheart." I shudder. "Me too."

Her walls clench around me, tight enough that my strokes falter. Her nails dig into my skin, breaking it.

"Fuck, you're going to break my cock." I groan.

"Ohhhhhh…." A pained cry leaves her lips, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she falls forward on me.

Her teeth latches onto the space where my neck meets my shoulder and she stiffens, limbs trembling as she coats my cock with her release.

My abs clench and I thrust.

Once.

Twice.

And my orgasm spills out of me.

My toes curl, jaw slacked. "Fuuuuccckkk…"

My cock twitches inside of her, wringing out every single drop of cum.

She kisses my neck, running her finger through my hair as we both breathe, chest heaving like we'd just run a marathon.

"Jesus Christ," I swear, and cup her jaw.

Planting a soft, sweet kiss on her lips, she smiles at me. I can't help but return it with a goofy grin of mine.

"Are you good? Sore?" I murmur.

She shakes her head. "No."

I give her one more kiss and gently lift her up from me. I slip out of her with a wet pop, and my cum trickles out of her, rolling down her thighs.

"Fuck!" I bite my lip. "That's hot. Lie back, let me get a wash cloth to clean you up."

"Okay."

Her smile is lazy, and satiated.

I did that to her. I fucked the anxiety and fear out of her, and I couldn't be more proud.

Wren's laughter rings out in the kitchen. "The funny thing is that I took my time to label all of these! Can't believe I still made some mistakes!"

"I can believe it." I snort.

She whacks my ass with a dish rag, giggling when I glare at her.

"What's next?" I ask over the sound of the video playing through Wren's speakers.

"The mustard."

Apparently, Wren saw a video of some fancy food and got the ingredients for it.

Now, here I am, slaving away in the kitchen while my pretty princess sits on the island dishing out instructions and kicking her feet.

Adding some whacks and smacks occasionally.

Wouldn't change it for the world though.

"I don't think that's enough mustard." She frowns.

I press another dollop. "This okay?"

"A little more."

"Yes ma'am."

We get around to mixing and preparing whatever this is—it looks great though—and when we put them on fire, Wren and I settle on the sofa.

She places her feet on my thighs, and I massage them.

"What are we going to do about the dress and jewelry?" She sighs. "I'm actually worried, you know?"

"I'm supposed to make some calls. When I do, I'll keep you updated."

"But do you..do you think he's alive?"

"Who?"

"Tristan."

I pause, brows pinching together. "If it was earlier, I'd say he's alive. Because I did not kill him. But now, with everything Reggie has done to get back at us for Tristan's death…it's impossible."

"I guess. I just have this…this terrible feeling."

"I understand. All we can do is bide our time. We could have a mole, that's the first step to finding out who is behind this."

Her lip rolls between her teeth. "What of the anonymous texter? Still sending photos of us?"

"No," I lie.

"Okay." She breathes. "That's good."

If I have to lie to keep Wren from over-thinking, then I will.

The person never stopped.

In fact, since I entertained his silly idea of thinking he could blackmail me into doing what I don't want to...he's become more angry.

Doesn't even bother to blur out the photos anymore, and he threatens to send them to Ray every single time.

But he never does.

He's either really desperate for Wren. Or he's a bloody wimp.

I'll go with the latter.

"Babe?" Wren murmurs after a while.

I lift my face from her legs. "Yes?"

"A week will be over in four days. We're still going to tell Ray about us, right?"

"Of course. I made a promise and this time, I'll keep it."

"Okay." She grins. "Let's go check on our food."

As we step into the kitchen, my phone rings from the counter top.

Wren picks it up, squinting at it for a long minute.

"Jay?" Her brows pinch adorably. "Clay? Ray?"

I snort and take the phone. "It's Ray. Your brother."

"At least it was one of the options."

"Yes, baby. You did good." I kiss her temple and answer the call.

"EJ!" Ray's voice comes in.

"Hey man, what's up—"

"Lydia has agreed to meet."

I stiffen. "When and where?"

"In three days…at the pit."

"Okay."

"We'd need Wren's decoy as soon as possible."

My eyes lock on Wren and I nod. "Got it."