Free Breaking Away [Smoky Mountain Motorcycles] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Grae McTavish Page B

follow, yet again.
    “Well, can I take advantage of you then?” Her hands were moving over him, and his resolve was quickly turning to ashes.
    He hadn’t realized how close to the bed she’d backed him. Damn, it was like a reversal of the night before. She was all over him and damned if he had the willpower to resist. He tumbled them backward onto that faded motel comforter, letting her take the lead, curious to see how far she’d go.
    “What do you want, baby?” His voice sounded rough even to his own ears, but that just seemed to get her even hotter.
    He watched the prim and proper Willa struggle with the new, adventurous Willa. He could almost see the little angel and devil on each shoulder arguing with her. The devil must have won because her eyes took on a decidedly dangerous look, and she leaned in, letting her lips brush his before she answered.
    “I want to go for a ride.” Her voice was low, and there was a beautiful pink blush coloring her cheeks.
    He groaned and whispered softly, “You know the old saying, ‘Save a pig, ride a biker.’”
    She chuckled even as her hands went to his belt and yanked it loose. “I thought it was hog.”
    He lifted as she yanked his jeans down, allowing his straining cock to bounce free. He sighed with relief. “Well, didn’t you hear? I’m the pig.”
    “I don’t like that term. You’re a good man. Not a pig. I don’t care what those men said.”
    “My fierce little warrior, you’re so fucking hot!” Grasping his dick, he pumped it several times. “Climb up here and take me for a ride.”
    Eager to comply, she jumped up, throwing her clothes off, the adrenalin burning away her inhibitions. She crawled up his body but then paused as she straddled his hips. “You’ll tell me if I don’t do this right?”
    Jake felt the urge to go find her late husband’s grave and dig him up just so he could kill him again. This wonderful, beautiful, exceptional lady was so unsure of herself. He bit back the curse on the tip of his tongue though. That wouldn’t help her. “Pretty lady, you do whatever you like. Consider me your plaything.”
    The smile she rewarded him with was worth every bit of the self-restraint he was fighting so hard for. Slowly, she rose up, catching his cock in her long, elegant fingers. Gazing down, she slowly stroked it, before guiding it between the moist lips of her labia.
    He threw his head back in a groan as she rubbed the spongy tip against her swollen little clit. “Damn, if you don’t want this to be a really quick show, you better get me inside of you right now.” He heard the plea in his voice but didn’t care. So what if he’d never begged before? He hadn’t known Willa before.
    She took him at his word though and positioned her pussy over him and slowly impaled herself, working her way up and down bit by bit. Their moans filled the room, mingling. She was a hot, wet vise around his dick. He knew she was as close to the edge as he was. The adrenalin was coursing through them, fueling their desire like gasoline. He could already feel the tight walls of her cunt quivering with her pending orgasm, and she hadn’t even moved yet.
    “Come on, baby, ride me. We’re going to blow the roof off this place.”
    She rose slowly, letting him slide partially from her before slamming back down, taking him to the root. Quickly finding a rhythm, she rose slowly and thrust down hard. The contrasting sensations sent jolts of white-hot pleasure from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes. He cursed and reached between their bodies to find her clit. He wasn’t going over this cliff alone. His thumb circled the throbbing knot, her juices making it a hot, easy glide.
    “Oh! Oh! Jake, I can’t, it’s too much!” she screamed even as she went over the edge, dragging him with her. He arched up into her, giving up his cum in hot, steaming spurts. He felt it all over, and it was like his brain had been fried. She collapsed on him, and his arms