Free MC Bear My Baby (Beartooth Brotherhood MC) by Bella Love-Wins

as trapped as a pinned butterfly, and he was ready to stop altogether. His fingers lingered along her lower back, drawing her away from her thoughts until he raised her shirt up her body and unhooked her bra. He got to his feet again and she could hear his jeans being unzipped.
    That’s when he traced his hot, thick, freed cock between her legs in a slow, teasing motion, showing her what he should have been doing inside her. That’s when she nearly lost her mind. She whimpered, writhing on the bed beneath him. It appeared he was just as needy. He growled, snatching a handful of her hair.
    “Tell me what I want to hear and this goes away…” he taunted as his hot breath tickled her neck. “Just. Two. Little. Words.”
    Her body bowed and bucked beneath him. Her pride wasn’t holding out. That was long gone and everything in her was silently screaming out for an orgasm. He reached one of his palms beneath her and cupped her breast in his hand, teasing the nipple as his cock dipped between her inner thighs, testing her resolve without giving her what she wanted. The sharp sting of almost-but-not-really-there contact combined with teasing her nipples drove her over the edge.
    “Please,” she whispered, aching while he thrust his erection against her skin.
    “Excuse me?” Tate jerked her head back slightly, still holding a thick handful of her hair in his fist. “Did you say something to me? It sounds like strike two, Moll.”
    Dammit she was so close. One thrust would probably send her over the edge. Which the bastard knew already. Tate released her hair and slapped her ass cheek again—harder than the last time. And again. And again. Until she was beside herself and no longer knew up from down. It flared with sweet, delightful, painful heat that had her gasping for air and so close to the edge.
    “Say it, Moll. Say you’re mine and this all ends. I’m so fucking hard for you. Just say it and this will all be over, for both of us, baby…” his coaxing made her groan. Still, no words came out of her lips.
    “Maybe I should tie you up and leave you right here while I go back downstairs. How’d you like that, stuck up here until it’s time to go to work? Or maybe I’ll play with your clit and watch you writhe for me until you’re an inch from coming, then I’ll drive you to work.”
    She wanted to tell him that would probably do the trick, sitting on the back of his bike with the vibrations thrumming through her core. She thought better of it, and then stopped thinking completely when his hand slipped from her breast, lowering under her until he was circling her sensitive spot in smooth, slow, taunting circles. Barely enough pressure, yet just enough to make her say just about anything.
    “Fine!” Molly cried out desperately trying to yank herself away from his evil touch because nowhere on her body was safe from his hands.
    “What do you have to tell me, Moll?”
    “I’m yours,” she muttered absently.
    “What?”
    “I’m yours,” she cried out. “Just fuck my brains out so I don’t have to smash yours out of your goddamn skull.”
    His chuckle made things in her lower belly tighten as she fought for composure.
    “That’s my girl. Fierce and stubborn, but you eventually do whatever I say for the feel of my cock inside you.” He took his finger off her clit and she jerked backward as if he’d shocked her again. “Mmm…” he moaned, grabbing her hips until he filled her up and stretched her wide.
    She was utterly lost and relishing the moment now that she’d gotten exactly what she wanted from him. That bruising pace. His hips slapping against her ass. Pleasure wrapping around her and winding her up tighter and higher, so close to where her body needed to be.
    “Fuck, you’re tight and wet and goddamn rebellious for making me wait so long, Moll.” He nearly drew himself all the way out of her, thrusting in more deeply until an orgasm shot through her from her core up to her head and out