The Biker's Fate Chapter 460

I giggled as I squirmed under his touch. "What are you doing?"

"Whatever do you mean?" he said in a sing-song voice. "I'm investigating."

"Investigating what?"

"What my woman could possibly have to feel insecure about."

"Cassidy's amazing, Tweety. As is Grace. I can't compare to them."

He pushed my T-shirt further up, then tugged one cup of my bra down, exposing my nipple. "Did they say they wanted you to compare?" he challenged, drawing a nipple into his mouth, then blowing on it, the cold making it pebble into a tight peak.

"No." I slid my hands into his hair, arching into his touch. "But they want someone at their level and I'm not sure I am."

"That's a lie," he said, unclasping my bra at the front and freeing both my breasts.

"You haven't seen me—"

"Dance," he interrupted, moving to the waistband of my yoga pants. "Yes, I have. Lift."

I lifted, and he tugged them down my hips and off, panties and all. "You've seen a few minutes of a class, that's not the same."

"You forget that I've been ensconced in the ballet world for longer than I'd like, which means, I've picked up a shit ton of knowledge about who's good and who's not. I even had to quiz Grace when she was studying for the written portion of her entrance exam in PBC." He slid down my body, spreading my knees and running his finger between my already slick folds. "You are good, Rem. Better than good." His mouth landed on my mound, and I arched into him, my good hand instinctively weaving into his hair.

He licked and sucked me into a frenzy, then he stood and removed his clothes in record time, settling between my legs again and sliding into me. As he began to move, the squeak from the leather gave me uncontrollable giggles, so we were forced to vacate the living room.

"New sofa tomorrow," he growled as we rushed to the bedroom. "Lean over the bed, tits to the mattress."

I did as instructed, and Merrick slid his hand between my legs.

"Wider, Rem."

I spread wider and was rewarded with a slap on my ass. I squirmed, the need for him inside of me great. "Merrick," I begged.

"What do you want, baby?"

"I want you to fuck me."

His hand cupped my mound and he gave my pussy a gentle smack.

"You gonna show me how flexible you are?"

"God, yes," I hissed as his fingers slid inside of me.

He pulled his fingers out and slapped my pussy again. "Then, spread, Rem."

I spread into a split and he stopped me where he wanted me, which was almost to the floor. He knelt behind me and his hand went back between my legs, his fingers dragging my wetness from front to back. "You good?"

"Yes," I whispered, my pussy convulsing as he slid his fingers inside of me, while his thumb pressed against my asshole. "More, baby."

He kissed me between my shoulder blades and slid his fingers further in. He slid his other hand around me, fingering my clit as he kept me anchored, his chest to my back. "More?"

I shook my head, crying out as I came, every part of my body shaking with climax.

"Fuck," he breathed out. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I said, dropping my head to his shoulder and gulping in deep breaths. "More now."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I panted out. "I want your dick inside of me. Everywhere."

"Let's put a pin in that, I don't have lube."

I wrinkled my nose. "Then why'd your fingers just write a check your dick couldn't cash?"

"I kinda went with it. Didn't know you'd be up for it."

"Newsflash Tweety, I'm up for it," I ground out. "New sofa and lube tomorrow."

He chuckled. "Okay, baby. We'll make it a priority."

He lifted me onto the bed and leaned over me. I slid a leg up to his shoulder, wrapping the other around his waist. "I'll settle for your dick in my pussy, Tweety, but you better make it worth my while."

His hand cupped my breast and he grinned. "I'm in service to the queen."

He slammed into me and I mewed as his dick hit my G-spot.

"Don't come yet, baby," he ordered, and I took a few deep breaths to calm my body.

"You're gonna need to back off, honey," I rasped. "You keep hitting that, I'm gonna explode."

He shifted and buried himself deeper, taking a second to smile at me before he slammed into me again, over and over, finally shifting again and hitting me exactly where I needed him, and I came. Spectacularly.

Merrick wasn't far behind, rolling us to our sides before realizing my leg was still stretched up his body.

"Fuck, sorry."

I grinned. "It's all good, Tweety."

He moved so I could reposition myself, and I draped myself across his chest.

"Love how flexible you are," he said, kissing me gently.

"You do?"

"I can go deep."

I chuckled. "Yeah, you can."

"How's your arm?"

"It's good," I said.

"And the other bruises?"

"I'm good, honey. I'm going to soak later, though."

"Want me to wash your hair?"

I grinned. "Yes, please."

He kissed me again. "I'll go get a baggie for your arm."

"Thanks, honey."

He slid out of bed and I headed to the bathroom to start the tub.