Page 27 of Rider

I grunt and pull out, swallowing her whimpers before shoving my cock all the way inside her tight little channel. I pull out, looking down between us as I set a steady pace. “Look at us, Sutton. Fucking look at your little pussy stretching around me, taking my cock like a good girl.” I don’t know where these filthy words are coming from, but I can’t seem to keep them in my head. She doesn’t seem to mind.

Sutton whimpers and squeezes her inner muscles, making me growl as every part of my dick throbs in torturous pleasure. “More,” she cries out, her lips seeking mine. She totally owns this kiss, nipping at me and sucking my tongue inside her mouth as her pussy sucks my cock deeper, deeper, so damn deep.

I pull out and slam back inside her. God, I can feel her channel stretch and clench around me as I pick up speed. Her legs wrap around my torso, her heels digging into my ass, urging me on.

“Fuck, Sutton. I don’t want to hurt you,” I grit, though I don’t slow down. Not for a second. I keep hammering into her over and over, tilting my hips and scraping my cock along her front wall in search of…

“Rider!” Sutton shouts and claws at my back, clinging to me as I tear her apart.

I can’t stop. I know I should slow down, but I no longer have control over anything. My hands slip under her back and slide up, my fingers curling around her shoulders, giving me more leverage to fuck that tight little pussy.

Every time I hit the end of her, Sutton jerks beneath me, letting out the sexiest whimper. I keep pounding into her as I bury my face in her neck, sucking on her soft skin. I feel her entire body tighten around me, her muscles tensing, her pussy throbbing, pulsing, gushing for me.

I grunt with each savage stroke, more beast than man. Sutton breaks apart for me, her jagged cries and desperate moans growing louder by the second. She bows her back and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, sucking in a huge breath of air. She freezes, tenses, trembles…

And then fucking shatters so beautifully for me.

Her cries of pleasure echo around the room as her cunt snaps around me over and over. I sit back and grip her hips, fucking myself with her spasming pussy. Sutton fists the comforter and thrashes her head back and forth as another orgasm rips through her body, leaving her breathless.

“Goddamn,” I snarl, shoving my cock deep inside her and staying still. I tip my head back and feel, just fucking feel every ounce of her pleasure ripple around me.

She’s still twitching and whimpering out the last of her release when I pull out of her and grab my dick, stroking myself roughly. The need to mark her is such a primal, caveman thing, but it can’t be denied. It won’t.

My orgasm slams into me, and I roar as I paint her tits and pussy with my cum. I grunt something unintelligible, squeezing my dick so damn hard as it jerks and empties more of my release all over her.

I'm about to collapse, but then my dirty fucking girl rubs my seed into her skin. She cups her breast, pinching her nipple as her other hand trails lower, gathering my cum before she dips her fingers into her pussy.

“Jesus Christ,” I growl, my body shaking with how turned on I still am despite my intense, all-consuming orgasm.

“Rider,” Sutton cries out. “God, Rider, I can’t stop, I can’t stop.”

Christ, she fucks her hand while I hover over her, taking in this goddess. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, all the breath leaving her lungs as she nearly comes again.

I swat her hand away, sliding down her body and prying her legs open. Flattening my tongue, I lick her up and down in frantic, feral strokes before spearing my tongue inside her entrance, scooping out more of her cream.

Sutton winds her fingers in my hair, holding me still as she rubs her pussy against my lips and tongue. Her scream carves through the air as a fierce orgasm overwhelms her curvy body. I grip her thighs, pinning them to the mattress as I drink down every last drop of her release.

I only stop when she goes completely limp. Looking up from between her legs, I see her head loll to the side as her chest heaves. I crawl up her body, placing kisses on her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally, her lips.

Collapsing beside her, I drape my Sutton over my chest and hold her trembling body close. We’re both breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat as we cling to each other. I comb my fingers through her damp hair and place a kiss on top of her head.

“You okay, princess?” I whisper, tugging on her hair slightly to tilt her head up.

“Hmm?” Sutton asks in a daze, her eyelids barely fluttering open as a sleepy, contented smile stretches across her lips.

I grin and kiss the tip of her nose. “Never mind. I’ve got you,” I murmur, tucking her head under my chin. I hold her for long moments, listening to her breathing slowly return to normal.

We need to wash up and talk about other details of our new lives together, but there will be time for that later. Right now, I’m content knowing my Sutton is safe and happy here in my arms, where she belongs.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

SUTTON

Rider and I walk into the Savage Saints clubhouse and are greeted with a round of cheers and applause. Rider squeezes my hand, letting me know he’s right here if I get overwhelmed or panicky. I squeeze his back, letting him know I’m okay. This is different than other times. This is important, and I can’t wait.

“Fuckin’ hell. Almost lost ya to the law again,” one man says as he claps Rider on the shoulder.

“Let me buy you a beer,” another calls out as he makes his way through the crowd of bikers to get to us.