Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 148

Wren

Excitement buzzes through me, and warmth floods my whole body. The moment we walk into the elevator, Ezra is on me.

Our lips joined fiercely, tongues searching. He kisses me like a man starved, and I take...and give equally.

My back hits the wall, his hands roam my body, touching, grasping. When his lips latch onto my neck, I gasp for breath.

"Oh god," I pant, tugging at the soft strands of his hair, as my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He bites, nips, sucks on my neck. "You smell so good, feel so good."

I yank his shirt from his slacks, my shaky hands working the buttons. Large hands slide down my waist, down to the curve of my hips and slides up beneath my dress.

We're so lucky it's just us in this hotel elevator. The chimes as we ascend doesn't phase me, it only builds my anticipation more.

Ezra slips a hand between my thighs and they fall open. "Darling," he groans, and taps my center.

My head falls on his shoulder, lips parted on a soundless moan. My panties stick to my core, damp with need.

"Jesus, you're soaked," he swears, and lifts my chin. His eyes are blown, dilated and darkened with hunger.

He makes quick work of his belt buckle, hooks one of my thighs around his waist and presses in. We're still fully clothed, but I feel him.

All of him.

Pressed firmly against me, and a low, throaty moan rips from my throat as my eyes fall short.

"I can't wait to be balls deep inside of you," he rasps. "Fucking hell."

Our room is on the tenth floor, and this elevator couldn't move any slower. Impatiently, we look at the numbers on the elevator.

Eight.

Ezra thrusts again. Pleasure zings through my lower belly.

Nine.

He squeezes my ass hard. Goosebumps erupt on my skin.

Ten.

Finally.

He grabs my waist firmly and instructs, "Jump."

I do, ankles crossed around his waist.

The doors open and he strides out of the elevator, holding me like I weigh nothing.

We find our suite immediately, and he scans the keycard. Once the door clicks shut behind us and the lights come on, the air changes between us.

It thrums, cackling softly.

Still in his arms, I kick my heels off, and dump my bag somewhere on the floor.

Then, he kisses me. It's not hard like in the elevator, it's slow, languid...sweet.

"I'm going to take my time with you," he tells me. "And after that, I'll fuck you...hard. Several times. All night long."

"Yea?"

"Fuck yeah. I'm going to wring out every drop of cum from you with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. And when I'm done with you, you're going to be a beautiful, flushed mess of cum, sweat and tears."

Something flips in my tummy, and my jaw drops, eyes wide as heat spreads across my cheeks. "You have a way with words."

"I'm only telling you what's going to happen."

"And you had to be crass about it."

He snorts, nipping my lip. "I wouldn't be your fiancé if I wasn't crass, would I?"

"No." I shake my head with a laugh. "No, you wouldn't. Now, take me to bed, you caveman."

He slaps my ass. "Your wish is my fucking command."

And he kisses me again.

How he manages to find his way around, I don't know, but I trust him completely, hanging onto him like a koala.

Somehow, we make it to the room after a series of gentle bumps and carefree giggles. He places me on the bed and crawls up my body, shirt almost completely undone, and belt buckle swaying.

A piece of dark curl falls over his forehead and I reach up instinctively, pushing it away. The diamond of my ring catches the light, and I'm quickly reminded—as if I truly forgot—that I'm engaged.

Engaged to this beautiful man, with the most beautiful soul.

He takes the hand in his hair, and kisses my fingers, each of them. One by one.

And slowly, he lowers himself on me and stares. Intense gray eyes pin me to the bed, filled with love, appreciation...contentment.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world right now," he declares, placing my hand on his jaw.

My smile is small. "I'm the happiest woman in the world right now."

"I'd do anything for you, Wren. Anything."

"I know."

Neck tilted, he kisses my palm and finds my lips again. My legs spread wider to accommodate him, and my dress bunches up at my waist.

As our tongues find their rhythm, his rough yet gentle hands trail up and down my body. He cups my breasts and squeezes, skims the exposed skin of my belly, my thighs.

No words pass between us anymore. It's all breaths entangled, hands communicating, tongues searching.

The weight of everything we've been through, the hurdles, the pain, the loss...it settles in my chest. And somehow, it seeps into the space between us.

But it doesn't stop us. It doesn't deter us.

No, it pulls us closer.

The moment feels deeper, bigger, more meaningful. It holds weight. A promise.

And when Ezra slides my dress up my head, my panties down my thighs and kisses down my stomach, I shiver.

He squeezes my breasts, rolling each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then, his tongue darts out, a long swipe between my legs.

"Ohh..." My back arches, toes curling.

He laps me up, teasingly slow. I don't know if I should be annoyed or not. My thighs tremble, heart hammering in my chest.

I lift on my elbows and watch him. The sight nearly undoes me. My hand in his hair, gripping the strands tight as he rocks my world.

When a finger joins his tongue, pushing in, my head falls back and my eyes roll to the back of my head. "Yesss...g-god...Ezraaa..."

He hums, the sound sends a thrill up my spine.

Pleasure climbs up and up my body. My hips rock his face on their own accord.

"Mhm...good girl, just like that," he murmurs against me, adding another finger. "Fuck my face, sweetheart."

In.

Out.

In.

"Ohhh... f-f-fuu...goddd..."

Everything coils tight inside me. I feel myself dripping on his tongue, but he takes it all. My skin is flushed, the redness spreading across my chest, neck and face.

My orgasm is right there, I'm tethering at the edge of the cliff.

Then, his fingers curl deep inside of me.

"I've got you, baby." His voice is deeper than usual, hoarse. "I've got you...let go."

And I fall, my orgasm slamming into me.

Stars burst behind my eyelids, my legs threaten to close against his head but he holds me apart.

"That's my girl," he praises when I come down from my high.

Slowly, my eyes flutter open.

He grins up at me, lips glistening with evidence of my release just before he licks it clean. He pushes to his feet, shrugging off his jacket, slacks and briefs.

And he stands before me, tall and proud. His cock thick, long and the crown so engorged it looks like it hurts—a bead of precum at the tip.

"I've made you come with my tongue and fingers, just like I promised." He settles between my thighs again. "This time," he pumps his cock once, "it'll be with my dick. Are you ready for me?"

I swallow, chest heaving. "Kiss me."

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?"

"Y-yes." I nod. "You know I am."

He winks. "That's right." Then, takes my lips in a short, wet kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, it's intoxicating...heady.

When he pulls away, he positions himself between my legs, the cushiony head nudging against me.

"I love you," he says softly.

Then and there, I know for a fact that there's nowhere else I'd rather be. No one else I'd rather love.

Hooking my arms around his neck, I tug him. "And I love you, so much."

Ezra pushes in, slowly, gently. My lips part on a gasp at his size, I'd never get used to it.

When he's fully seated in me, with his eyes locked on mine, I smile and kiss his chest.

"I can't wait to marry you," I whisper.

The smile that spreads across his face is blinding, and heart-stopping.

"My wife." He thrusts once. "Mine."