Falling For The Biker - Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Sierra’s POV
I rushed over to him before he could leave, wrapping my hands around his waist. He grabbed my hand, trying to get it loose from him, but I held firm. I was not planning on backing down.
Once I noticed he was calm enough, I let go. He turned around and just before he could speak, I took a few steps back, eyes locked on his to show him how determined I was. My hands slowly went to my underwear.
If he wanted to see me naked, then so be it. Just as my fingers were about to pull them down, Arthur moved towards me and pulled my hands away before crashing lips on mine. My breath caught in my throat at the intensity of the kiss, but I did not back away.
I raked through the back of his head, my fingers roaming his neck as he pulled me closer. He pulled away, giving us some time to breathe. He pressed his lips on my neck, trailing it just above my breasts.
He grabbed a fist full of my hair, pushing my head to the side to have a full view of my neck. His lips teased my sensitive spot. With his lips, he bit my earlobe. He picked me up and tossed me on the bed.
His eyes trailed over me before he got on the bed. He held my face, his smile returning. “I’ll oblige,” he said and took over my lips.
It was rough, unrhythmic and fuck, making me wet with desire. He stroked my coochie with two fingers, keeping my lips occupied. He pulled away, pulling off his towel and tossing it out of the bed, revealing his full erection.
My eyes widened, but I didn’t have time to think about the length as he claimed my lips, leading my hands to his erection. I stroked it as much as could while he stroked me. Just when I felt I was close, he pulled away, and I felt my bra loosen.
A gasp escaped my lips, and I held my breast, preventing the bra from falling off. “What’s wrong? Weren’t you about to do it?” he said.
I shook my head, but then nodded before letting go slowly. I took off the sleeves, letting it fall. Arthur smirked, but I could not watch his expression longer than a minute and dropped my gaze.
He trailed kisses around my chest, going for my breasts but avoided my nipples. His teasing made me soaked underneath. “Please,” I moaned, throwing my head back.
His hot, wet tongue came on my nipples, sending ripples of shivers down my spine. His fingers went to the other, pinching and flicking. “Ah,” I moaned.
He sucked the other, flicking the first. He pulled away and helped me take off my underwear. He locked eyes with me as his fingers lined up my coochie, finding its way to my clits.
My legs buckled as his thumb massaged my clits. I bit my lips, trying to hold back my moans. He kissed me and a gasp escaped my lips when I felt his fingers in my pussy. I held the covers, shutting my eyes, arching my back.
“I’m close,” I muttered, out of breath.
But just before I could climax, he pulled away. My chest rose and fell as I dropped my gaze to him. “Not yet, sweetheart,” he said.
He parted my legs and brought his lips to my entrance. His tongue moved in circles, teasing my entrance, thrusting in every so often. “Fuck,” I moaned.
He moved his tongue upward, finding my clits. My body shuddered as he dipped two fingers in, ramming into me. His tongue was gentle, a complete contrast to what his fingers were doing inside of me.
I felt him add one more finger, increasing his pace and intensity. “I… fuck,” I could not speak.
My insides were reacting in an unfamiliar way. “It feels different. I… I”
“Do you like it?” he mumbled.
“Ah yes,” I moaned.
Was this how he tended to all his girlfriends? Now I understood why they all wanted to be with him. It felt like he knew my body way better than I did. His fingers curled up inside of me and my grip on the sheets tightened.
“Relax.” his words were hypnotic.
I did as he asked and he brought his lips on mine, so gentle a complete contrast to how fast and rough he rammed into me. My lips parted. “I’m close,” I gasped, throwing my head back.
My inside felt like they were crashing. Whatever it was, it was different. “I…” I stuttered, as I felt the release. It felt unstoppable and overflowed.
I crashed on the bed, panting. “What… What was that?” I asked.
“From your reaction, your first squirt,” Arthur said, the side of lips curved up.
So that was what it felt like. It was exhilarating. He pulled me closer by the legs. “I’m going in,” he said.
He held his erection, guiding his tip into my entrance. I bit my lips, humming in satisfaction. With every itch going into me, my insides wrapped around him, soaked with need.
He kissed me and moved; each thrust harder than the last. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my moans harder to keep down. The sound of his movements was subtle in the background.
“Fuck Sierra,” Arthur moaned.
His voice only made me wetter. I grabbed the headrest of the bed as he lifted me off the bed, slamming into me even harder. “Ah,” I moaned.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he kept his pace, my insides accepting him wholeheartedly.
My insides tightened around him, and I knew I was close. A few more thrusts and he filled me up. His hands remained on my waist, guiding me back onto the bed before pulling out. He kissed my forehead, tucking some wet and loose strands of hair behind my ears. “Shower?” he asked.
I shook my head, feeling exhausted. “I will…”
The words died down as everything turned black.