The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Chapter 56

I started slow, grinding into her, feeling every inch of her squeeze me. Her breath came in ragged moans, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.

Her lips brushed mine with every cry, her body moving with mine like she was made for this.

I grabbed her hips and fucked her harder, my pace rough, unrestrained. I couldn't think straight, all I knew was that I loved the way she feels.

Love the way her pussy welcomes my dick whenever I slammed into her, I didn't care about anything else than to satisfy her.

To make her scream and moan my name because whenever she does, I feel like something was swelling inside of me.

Fuck! She feels so good. So fucking good that I don't want to stop, not now, not ever.

I was still buried inside her, both of us gasping for air, when I grabbed her thighs and lifted them up, resting them on my right shoulder.

Her eyes flew open, wide with shock, but the moment I pushed into her again, the shock melted into a loud, broken moan.

“Tris...tan... oh...my...God!” she cried, her hands clawing at the sheets.

Was she shocked? She shouldn't be because it was her fault for looking so beautiful and making me feel a kind of way.

Athena is one of the prettiest girl I've ever seen, with her banging body. Don't know if she knows it, or just tries to hide it.

But her body isn't just the only reason am buried inside of her, she as a whole - her eyes, her soul and her heart.

I love everything about her, the way she smiles, way she squeezes her nose when she's mad.

I still can't believe she lets me fuck her, not after I acted like an idiot five years ago. But it won't happen again, I'll make sure it never does.

I stare at her face that's full of unspoken emotions, she was staring at me as she breaths fast and slow.

I brought my lips towards hers, but I didn't kiss her, instead I used my teeth to drag her lower lips slowly.

I tightened my teeth around it and bit it a little, in a way I knew it would hurt and still not hurt much.

I inserted my finger into her ass hole the same time.

She let out a painful moan, thick with pleasure, like she couldn't phantom what she was feeling.

Like pain mixed with pleasure all at once.

The new angle drove me deeper, every thrust hitting her so hard her back arched off the bed.

I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in with one sharp thrust. She screamed my name, her nails digging so deep into the mattress that the fabric ripped.

I did it again, pulling out slow, then snapping back into her hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall.

Her moans came faster, her hips lifting to meet mine, her voice breaking as she begged, “Don't....stop....please..... don't... stop!”

I couldn't even if I wanted to. I picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, her legs trembling on my shoulder, her cries turning into sobs of pleasure.

I leaned down, kissing her ankle, then biting lightly at her calf as I fucked her deep, the sound of our bodies slapping filling the room.

Her face was twisted with pleasure, her lips red and swollen, sweat dripping down her chest.

I watched her unravel under me, shaking so bad, her tummy jerking. Her moans were raw, as her body tightened around me until she came again, screaming my name so loud it echoed through the house.

Her walls clenched and milked me, but I wasn't done. Not even close.

I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up. She gasped, her cheek pressed to the pillow, her ass raised high for me. “Tristan…” she moaned, looking back at me with dazed, hungry eyes.

I spread her legs wider, then slid back into her from behind. The heat swallowed me up all over again, and I groaned, gripping her hips tight as I drove into her.

She cried out, clutching the sheets, her body shaking with every thrust. I reached forward and grabbed her raised leg, lifting it higher onto the bed so I could take her deeper. The angle made her sob into the pillow, her moans muffled but desperate.

“Fuck....you feel so good,” I groaned, slamming into her harder, my body pressing against the back of her thighs.

Her breath came in broken gasps, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge. She looked back at me again, her face flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure. “Harder,” she begged, her voice raw. “Please...fuck me harder!”

I lost it. I pounded into her, fast and rough, her cries filling the room, her body bouncing against me with every thrust.

She shook under me, her nails tearing at the sheets, her screams louder than ever as another orgasm ripped through her.

The way she clenched around me, tight and wet, dragged me right to the edge. With one last deep thrust, I buried myself inside her and came hard, groaning her name as I spilled into her, my body shuddering with release.

I collapsed beside her, both of us drenched in sweat, gasping for air, our hearts hammering. She curled into me, still trembling, her face pressed to my chest.

For a long moment, all I could hear was our breathing... They were harsh, uneven and satisfied.

I stayed buried inside her, my body trembling from the release, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might crack open.

And that's when the voice in my head tried to speak, the one that always reminded me she was Orion's little sister, the one that whispered this was a mistake.

But tonight, I silenced it.

Because this didn't feel like a mistake. It felt right. It felt like the only thing that had ever made sense in the chaos of my fucked-up life.

I was done pushing her away. Done pretending she was just family to me when every part of me burned for her. She wasn't just Orion's sister. She was Athena.

The woman who made me feel alive again, the woman whose moans were branded into my chest, the woman I wanted more than anything.

I kissed her softly, slow and deep, even though my body still pulsed with the aftershocks of what we'd just done. She sighed against me, her hand sliding into my hair, holding me close.

I wasn't letting her go. Not now. Not ever.

Tomorrow, I'd tell her the truth, that I didn't see her as a sister. That I never had. That she was more, so much more. And I wasn't going to deny it any longer.

Tonight, I wanted her. And I wasn't sorry for a damn second.