Biker Billionaire #1: A Wild Ride by Jasinda Wilder Read Free Book Online

top of me, and I felt a semi-solid pressure on my belly. I made a noise low in my throat, amazed that he could be ready again so soon.  
    “It was, and I mean this literally, the best sex of my life.” Shane lowered his lips to mine, and kissed me with shocking tenderness.
    “You’re bullshitting me,” I said.
    He huffed a laugh. “I would never bullshit a bullshitter.”
    I reached between us and fondled his growing member, and then realized he was still wearing a condom, limp and sodden. I pulled it free and set it on his bedside table. He cocked an eyebrow at me, then reached for another one.  
    I stopped him. “I’m about to start my period,” I lied. “We don’t need one.”
    He hesitated. “I’d rather not take any risks.”
    I knew it was a risk, too, but I didn’t care, not in that moment. Besides, if I was already in that kind of trouble, then it didn’t matter anyway. I touched him again, sliding my hands on his slick, come-drenched member. He moaned, pressed his forehead to mine. He was moving his hips subtly, now sporting a raging hard-on.
    I pulled him into me, and he still hesitated, trying to pull out. What a man.  
    “I want it bare,” I said. “I want to feel you shoot your load into me. It’s fine, I promise.”
    “We shouldn’t, even still,” he protested.
    But it was too late. I was grinding into him, stretched and ready for his cock.  
    He moaned, half in enjoyment and half in frustration.  
    His eyes flashed, and then he seemed to make a decision. “If you’re sure,” he breathed.
    Then he rolled off me, ignoring my mewl of protest. He slid off the bed, grabbed my foot by the heel, and pulled me toward him. He took my other foot and twisted my legs so I had no choice but to roll over onto my stomach. I looked at him in pretend fear over my shoulder, clawing at the bed as if resisting. He grinned like a feral Cheshire Cat, dragging my ass toward his rigid cock. He let my toes touch the ground, then slipped a hand under my pelvis and lifted me up, shoving a pillow under my belly, low, so it stuck my ass even higher.
    I was barely able to touch the carpet with one big toe, dangling half on, half off the bed, precarious and without balance or control over my movements. Shane took his cock in his hand and probed at my ass with it, dragging the tip down my crack, pulsing into my tight sphincter and then lower still. I spread my legs wide, felt his hands dig into my ass cheeks and spread them apart.  
    Then he touched my pussy entrance with his cock, pausing. “Last chance to get away, my pretty little lion.”
    I looked at him over my shoulder, eyebrows high and eyes wide. “Oh, Shane, I’m so scared.”
    “You should be,” he said, his lip curling in primal desire and carnal humor.
    Then he slipped himself in, slow and careful as the first time. He buried himself in me, drove himself to the hilt in the first plunge. I arched my back and gasped, bit the comforter, and already I felt the tremors begin, despite the fact that I was still feeling the aftershocks of the last orgasm.  
    He was resting his hands on my ass, moving just the first few inches in and out, and with each rocking slide I gasped, pushing my buttocks into him. He gripped one hip with his hand and increased his tempo, more sure of himself now that he knew I could take him without being split in half. A dozen strokes in, and I felt an orgasm building and my hips began to circle onto his cock, which he was moving at half speed now.  
    When I was moaning in delirium, he reached under his cock, leaning over me, and found my clit with his middle finger, circling it in wide strokes.  
    “Oh, god, oh, god,” I shrieked.  
    I came, hard. I saw stars again, and felt my lower half convulsing. He didn’t stop, though, and I realized he was just getting started on me. His finger was still moving around my clit, and his cock was thrusting into me, and I was sobbing and moaning into the blanket, trying to rock my