The Biker's Fate Chapter 120

Cassidy

"What's wrong?"

"Are you going to fit?"

Carter laughed. "You're really good for my ego, baby."

"But I'm kind of serious."

"I'll fit, sweetheart. Don't worry." He guided me into the shower and wrapped an arm around my waist, sliding his other hand between my legs. I gasped when his thumb slid over my clit.

"Fuck, baby," he breathed as he slipped two fingers inside of me. "You're so wet."

I giggled. "Should I state the obvious?"

Carter chuckled and stepped under the showerhead, running his hands through his hair before pulling me to him and turning me into the spray. He lathered his hands with shampoo and gently washed then conditioned my curls, then he poured body wash on to a shower poof and ran it over my back.

"Is that my stuff?"

"Yeah, baby. Picked up a few things for you last week for when you're ready to spend the night." He kissed my shoulder. "Got shit for Mav too."

"And the poof?" I couldn't stop a giggle because, let's be honest, 'poof' is kind of a funny word to repeat when you're about to get it on. I kept imagining Barry White with a shower poof.

He raised an eyebrow at my laugh. "The poof is brand new, Cassidy."

"Good answer." I sighed and leaned into his touch.

He chuckled. "Never brought a woman back here, baby."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Another good answer," I whispered as he slid his hand between my legs again.

I braced my hands on his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me, anchoring my back to the wall.

"Gonna go slow, baby, but we can stop if you need to."

I nodded, and he lowered me onto him. I let out a deep breath as his girth filled me, his tip feeling as though it was touching my womb.

"Too much?"

I shook my head and leaned down to kiss him. His tongue met mine while his hands gripped my bottom, digging into the flesh that was much softer now than it had been years ago. One arm slid up my back and cupped the base of my skull holding me steady while he began to move. Slowly, giving my body a chance to get used to him. "Carter," I whimpered.

"Need me to slow down?"

"No. God, it's amazing."

The gentleness of his earlier movement changed and he began to thrust deeper, faster, harder, my arms locked around his neck as my body quickened. I felt my orgasm build and slid my hands into his hair, gripping his head as I screamed on my climax.

Carter wasn't far behind me and he dropped his head on my shoulder and we tried to catch our breath.

"Damn, you're strong, baby. I think I love ballet now." I chuckled, and he slid out of me and pulled us both back under the water. He kissed me, running his hands through my hair. "You okay?"

"Yes," I said. "That was... amazing."

"We'll get dried off and do it again."

"You can do it again so soon?" I blushed at his cocky grin. "Of course you can, never mind," I mumbled.

Carter flipped off the water and gently dried my hair before focusing on my body. I let him tend to me, closing my eyes as he did. Before I knew it, I was in his arms and he was carrying me to bed. Pulling down the comforter and sheets, he laid me across the mattress, kneeling between my legs and pushing my knees open. Guiding my legs over his shoulders, he covered my core with his mouth and sucked my clit. I let out a little mew as he continued to lick, suck, and stroke me to near orgasm again. One firmer suck had me breaking and, as I climaxed, he slid into me. I arched against him, his sheer size nearly driving me to climax again. He rolled onto his back, carrying me with him so I was straddling him. I anchored my hands on his chest and shifted so I could draw him deeper inside of me.

"Holy shit!" he hissed.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Fuck, you doin' those kale things?"

"Kale things?"

"Fuck, baby." He grabbed my hips and groaned. "Your pussy's... ahhh..."

I contracted around him. "Kegels, baby, and yes, I do them."

"Cassidy," he whispered, reaching for a breast with one hand while thumbing my clit with the other.

I raised up and then lowered myself again, the sensation of him filling me while his thumb worked my clit was overwhelming.

I lowered again and quickly found myself on my back and yanked gently to the edge of the bed. Carter stood between my legs and drove into me so fast and hard, I came before he was done. I cried out and gripped his wrists, but he broke my hold and spread my legs wider, sliding his hands just below the back of my knees, tipping my hips up a bit, so he could go deeper.

He let out a grunt and then a yell before collapsing on top of me and rolling us on our sides, facing each other, still connected. I felt him still pulsing inside of me, the walls of my vagina squeezing him as we came together.

"Fuck!" he breathed.

"Indeed." I ran a finger over his forehead and down the side of his cheek. "You're illegally pretty, Carter."

"Am I?" He caught my fingertip in his mouth and gave a gentle suck.

I nodded. "I don't know if you're pretty enough to pass as a woman—"

"Well, thank God for small favors." He grinned and kissed me. "I love you."

"I love you, too." I rocked against him, feeling him grow hard again.

He cupped my breast and kissed me. "I wanna have a hundred babies with you."

I giggled, but I was cut off when his thumb stroked my clit again. Facing him, I had room to move and I hooked a leg around his hip and pressed in.

"Your cunt's so fuckin' tight and wet," he breathed out. "God, so good."

I flattened my palms against his chest and closed my eyes as he cupped my breast. He rolled a nipple between his fingers and I dropped my head back in ecstasy.

"I'm gonna move you, honey."

"Huh-uh," I complained.

He grinned and nodded. "You'll like this better, trust me."

"I can't imagine liking anything better than this."

"On all fours, baby," he directed, I did as he said. "Cheek to the mattress."

As I did, he slid into me from behind and I whimpered at the feeling. Ohmigod, it was amazing. One hand ran down the length of my back while the other gripped my thigh. He slid out and in slowly before reaching forward and cupping my breast.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Harder."

"Yeah?"

"Hell, yeah," I encouraged.

Carter slammed into me, holding my thighs steady and then he began to move, surging in and out of me faster and faster. I screamed his name as I came around him, but he wasn't done and he ran a finger over my clit, building me up again.

"Grab a tit, baby, let me see."

I braced on one arm while I kneaded my breast with the other, rolling the nipple between my fingers and panting as another orgasm built.

"I'm close," he rasped.

"Come, honey," I demanded as I exploded again.

I felt him pulse inside of me and then roll us onto our sides, my back to his front, our bodies still connected.

He kissed my shoulder. "You screamed."

"I guess I did, huh?" I giggled and tried to catch my breath. "That was mind-blowing, honey."

"Told you."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Was it okay for you?"

"Baby, I came four times in less than an hour, yeah, it was fuckin' great."

"You haven't done that before?" I felt his body shake with laughter and slapped his arm. "You have done that before?"

"Technically, I can go all night, but, no, I've never come that fast or gotten that hard so fast after."

"Oh." I felt quite smug with that information.

His hand slipped between my legs and he rocked into me. "And now I'm ready again."

He made love to me twice more and then it was time to get dressed and pick Maverick up, but Carter promised more of what he gave me, albeit much more quietly, when we got back to my place. He was lucky I wasn't driving, or we'd have been jailed for speeding.