Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 50

Ezra

"Oh, fuuuuck," I groan long and hard, digging into Wren's scalp as she bobs on my dick. "Just like that, Birdie, yeaaaa..."

She nearly swallows me down the back of her throat, gagging, and I release my grip on her hair.

"Come here." I tug her up from the floor. She releases my dick with a pop, and stands to her feet.

Her eyes shimmer, tear streaks on her face and her lips look brighter, plumper.

"Hi." She smiles softly.

Circling my hand around her throat, I pull her closer. "You have a wicked mouth, jesus, Birdie."

And I kiss her, swallowing her gasp and sigh. She presses closer to me, and I run my hands down her body, pulling her even closer, like there's any space left.

Everything turns heated almost immediately. Lips clashing, hands roaming, squeezing...spanking.

"Ezra," she breathes, sliding my shirt off. "Please...fuck me."

Precum leaks out of me, the words too filthy for lips.

I press my mouth to hers again, hard and brief. "That's the plan, sweetheart."

We tug her clothes off together. "This bathroom is going to see you in every unholy position—on your back, on your stomach, hell, I'll be stuffed so deep inside you, you'll feel me for days."

She shudders, nipples hardened, and rubbing on my chest. I reach between her thighs to find her already sleek, wet, and dripping.

"Oh god," she moans. Her head falls on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.

"Look at you–" A finger slides in easily, and I can't hold back the groan that spills from my lips. "Fucking hell, jesus, you're perfect."

She spreads for me, lifting a leg on the chair behind me.

Kissing her quickly, I stroke her wet warmth, reveling in the sound of her moans, and the squelching sound of wetness.

Her thighs begin to tremble, and I add another finger.

"E-Ezra...oh...ohhhhh..."

"You're doing good, sweetheart," I praise, my tempo picks up and she grips me like her life depends on it.

In some twisted way, it does.

My brows pull low in concentration, lip tucked between my teeth as I stroke faster. Her cries bounce all around us, and her nails break through my skin.

But then, I feel her squeezing my fingers, and I know she's close.

"I'm...oh, godddd, Ezraaaa..."

"I know, baby." Bending, I pull a nipple into my mouth, alternating between the two. "I've got you."

And I curl my fingers at the right moment.

Wren shatters in my arms, twitching so violently I have to hold her. My lips part in awe as I watch her come undone.

A flood of precum coats my dick, and when I turn her around, and line up behind her...I know we're both lubricated enough.

"Deep breaths, Wren. Take a deep breath," I croak, stroking my cock.

One of my hands is splayed on her waist, and I notice her inhale.

"That's my girl." I slide into her, effortlessly.

A choked gasp falls from my lips at her warmth, her tightness. I feel her intensely that it takes a moment to realize... "Shit, Birdie, condom."

"I'm-I'm on the p-pill, and I'm clean, I promise," she stutters, shivering. "Please, don't stop."

Thank fuck. I couldn't even if I tried.

I pull out, and slam back in. Our groans mix together. "Me too, Wren...god, me too."

That's all we both need, it's enough.

So, I let loose every control, and restraint that I've had, and I slam into Wren hard, taking her, fucking her...ruining her for everyone else.

With my hands tangled in her hair, I pull her back, giving her a long, wet kiss that only makes me harder and her, wetter.

"You feel so good," I rasp in her ear, nipping at her earlobe before releasing her.

Ray's threat makes its way to my mind, but I shove it into a box I'd never revisit.

There's no going back from this, it's too late.

For Wren, I'm a goner...unashamedly so.

I snap my hips back and forth, the air thick and heavy with the scent of sex, and the sound of skin slapping on skin.

It's intoxicating.

Goosebumps spread across my skin, and when I look down at where we're joined...watching my cock disappear inside of her time and time again... "Oh fuck." I throw my head back on a groan, eyes squeezed shut.

My spine tingles, toes curling at the sign of my orgasm.

"Tell me you're close, Birdie," I croak.

Her response is a frantic nod, and a short cry.

Sweat rolls down my back, and my hair plasters to my forehead as I spread my legs farther apart.

I grab her waist with both hands. "Brace yourself, darling."

With that, I pound into her—faster, deeper, harder.

And Wren, she takes it. God, she takes it like a good girl, meeting me thrust for thrust.

The way she fits...There's not a doubt in my mind that she was made for me.

My stomach clenches, lips falling open as my orgasm builds, and builds.

I reach down to touch Wren, flicking her clit.

"Ohhh....goddd...." She cries out as she reaches her orgasm for the second time, squeezing my cock so hard my vision blanks.

Jaw tight, my toes curl, strokes shallow but fast.

"Yea, f-fuck..." Pleasure shoots up my spine, and a choked groan falls from my lips, "fuuuuuckkkkkk..."

My dick jerks once... twice... and I spill, abs tightening.

The orgasm hits me so hard, my legs tremble. It takes everything to stay standing while I grip Wren so tight.

When my vision finally clears, and I recover, I pull out of her, watching my seed roll down her legs.

The obscene sight has my dick twitching, ready to go again.

Wren turns to me and I hug her, kissing her eyes, jaw, cheek, nose and finally, her lips.

She melts in my arms, trusting me with all her body weight.

When we pull away, my smile is bright, genuine.

"You look thoroughly fucked," I chuckle.

A blush spreads across her cheeks. "I feel so too."

"Good."

After another hard kiss, I pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I lead her to the bathroom.

"Let's shower so I can fuck you again." I squeeze her ass to make my point.

"You're crazy!" She laughs, though I see the tiredness in her eyes. "Shut up."

Wren snuggles into my chest beneath the thick blanket, and I hold her. It doesn't skip my mind that we both smell like her fruity shampoo and flowery soap.

But I love it, having her scent on me.

We went three more times until she was totally spent, she couldn't even move.

But I loved it because I had to carry her again, clean her up, and here we are...cuddling.

Fuck, I've never held anyone after fucking them. Not until Wren. The same way I've never had to gift anyone just for existing...just for being perfect.

Everything is different with Wren, and it scares me.

"Do you know who set the clubhouse on fire?" Her hair tickles my nose, and I gently brush it off.

My muscles stiffen. "Yea, we do."

"Who is it? Tristan's men?"

"Yup." I squeeze her in my arms, enjoying her soft, warm body against mine. "Don't worry, we'll handle it."

"Exactly why I'm worried. What's your plan?"

I scoff. "To burn them to the fucking ground."

She giggles, kissing my chest. "And then you say you don't threaten to kill everyone."

"They came for us first."

"I know," she sighs. "I know you're both going to come up with an even sicker revenge plan—"

"Damn right."

She snorts. "I'm not even going to ask what ideas you have. But-" her bright blue eyes stare up at me, "be safe, okay?"

"Am I not always?" My lips twitch.

She rolls her eyes, and leans back on my chest.

It gets quiet, both of us lost in our thoughts. Or maybe she's the only one in her thoughts because frankly, my mind has never been more free.

I feel sated, content to just be here...with Wren.

"What are you thinking?" She murmurs, tracing my tattoos absently.

A deep sigh leaves my lungs and I stroke her back. "I'm not."

"You're not what?"

"I'm not thinking."

"That's not possible—"

"Okay fine," I cut in with a chuckle, pressing my lips to her hair. "I'm just thinking about how content I feel. How about you, what are you thinking?"

She doesn't respond, not immediately.

But when she does, it takes the breath away from me.

"I'm thinking of how nice it'd feel to be with you for real...and what it'll take to get to that point."