Free Midnight Desire: A Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Romance Part 1 by Olivia Thorne Page B

took her back to the bedroom.
    I swear to God, it’s a good thing I’m a little bit older. If she’d done that when I was 18, I would have blown my load before I even got inside her.
    I figured I was going to have to use a condom. No sweat – I had been tested since the last woman I was with, and I was totally clean, but I couldn’t expect her to trust me on that. Not right away.
    But using a rubber always sucks. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still really, really good – but it’s only 50% of great.
    I gotta say, though, it was almost worth it just to watch her face as I unrolled the condom all the way down.
    Like she was hungry.
    Like she was starving for it.
    Like she couldn’t wait to take it all inside her.
    As soon as the condom was on, I kissed her again and lined my cock up with her pussy. I knew from experience to take it slow; I wanted her to enjoy every second of this, so I eased in carefully, making sure to gauge her reaction from her expression.
    Again, I’m glad I’m older and have a lot more control, because fifteen years ago her face alone might have made me come.
    Her eyes got even wider than when she saw my cock for the first time. Her mouth opened in a shocked ‘O’ of surprise, her eyes rolled back in her head, and this look of rapture totally took over.
    She started moaning – deep, guttural groans of pleasure as I slowly edged my way inside her pussy.
    Sweet Jesus she felt good. Tight, but not uncomfortably so. Warm, deliciously warm. So, so wet. Dripping wet.
    If it felt this good with a condom, I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like without one.
    Suddenly her moans intensified, got higher in pitch.
    She was coming.
    I was barely inside her, and she was coming.
    The contractions started, and I felt her pulsing around me, gripping me, massaging me.
    Turning me on even more.
    I don’t know how it was possible, but I got even harder.
    I just rocked inside her, back and forth, maybe an inch either way, feeling her pussy grip me, tease me, beckon me deeper. But I resisted the temptation to plunge further in, and instead let her ride the wave of pleasure.
    Her whole body shuddered, and her nipples – which had gone a little soft – became hard as diamonds again. A flush spread over her chest, and a slight sheen of sweat shimmered on her skin.
    God she was beautiful when she came.
    Finally she stopped moaning, though I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock every six or seven seconds.
    She looked up at me, her expression unsure, so vulnerable.
    She stared into my eyes, waiting to see what I was going to do.
    I smiled. “Do you want me to keep going?”
    She bit her lip, which drove me wild, and nodded.
    “Yes,” she whispered, her voice dark and husky. “ Please. ”

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    Fiona
    He grinned down at me as I said it, obviously pleased with himself – but I couldn’t fault him for that.
    If I were a guy and made a woman come like he’d just made me come, I’d be pleased with myself, too.
    But then he kissed me again, softly and sensually, and I sank into the delicious sweetness of his mouth.
    We stayed like that, him not moving inside me, our bodies pressed against each other, still and quiet as we kissed.
    Then he began to move again.
    Slowly in, half an inch… then out again, until I could feel him almost about to slip out.
    Then in again… an inch more this time.
    Thicker.
    Filling me up.
    Each time he moved deeper inside me.
    Each time there was pleasure in places I’d never felt before.
    The excitement began to build again. I started angling my hips, wanting him deeper, wanting to take more of him.
    But he still went slow, easing himself in, making me mad with desire, wanting all of his cock all at once.
    “More,” I pleaded, whispering in his ear.
    He went deeper.
    God he was big.
    Thick.
    Pressing against me in all the right places.
    I groaned and heard him grunt with pleasure as he sank inside me.
    “Faster,” I whispered.
    He began to go a little bit quicker.