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

hips but unable to move for the unbalanced position and the orgasm rocketing through me, building and building to a higher peak.  
    He started to grunt, long rasping outbreaths, and he pushed even harder into me, and his finger worked my wet, aching button even more furiously, flailing my building second orgasm into a wild climax. I came again, and felt my pussy clench around his cock, tightening onto him, and then he came and all control was lost.
    He was slamming into me, and I felt his balls slapping as they pulsed. His come was a hot flood inside me, filling every space not taken by his wickedly wonderful member with viscous fluid. I came a third time, and then I lost the ability to count or think as the orgasms rolled into each other, no longer waves of pleasure or ecstasy but a roaring apocalypse of delirious sensation, orgasm after orgasm, just coming and coming, and I couldn’t even whimper, just hold my trembling, quivering mouth against the scratchy, clean-smelling blanket and let him plunder me at his will.  
    He was bent over me now, breath heaving into my still-damp hair, rough and desperate gasps for air. He was trembling all over, tremoring into me still, involuntary shudders of his cock into my quaking pussy.  
    “If I come one more time I’ll die,” I whispered.
    “Then I’d better give you a break, huh?” Shane whispered back.
    He moved off me, but I was jellified, unable to move, and he had to catch me, lift me onto the bed.  
    “Yeah, just...just for a few minutes,” I said.
    “How many times did you come?” Shane asked.
    I shook my head. “I don’t even know. Three? After three I lost count. They were coming so close together I couldn’t even move or think.”
    “I’ve never come so hard in my life,” Shane said.
    “That’s what you said the last time.”
    Shane grinned. “Well, apparently it got better.”

    *   *   *

    We went again that night, twice more, before falling asleep well past dawn. Each time was better than the last. When Shane and I finally collapsed into each other’s arms, we were both spent and exhausted past all comprehension.  
    I was sore all over, and had never enjoyed pain so much.
    I woke up with afternoon light streaming down on me from a window, and Shane sitting on the bed next to me with a cup of coffee in each hand, the scent of the coffee having woken me up.
    “Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, handing me the coffee as I sat up, not bothering to cover up with the sheets.
    “You are a saint,” I said. “You even serve coffee in bed.”
    He just smiled, and we sipped our coffee in companionable silence. I was tempted to kiss him, but I knew how I tasted, and I felt things squishing out of me that needed cleaning.
    I was at the end of a long, luxurious soak in the shower when it happened. I felt the unmistakable clamp-gush of my period starting, and then something trickled down my leg.  
    I fell to the shower floor, tears of relief burning my eyes. Shane heard me and came running.
    “Are you okay? What happened? Did you—shit, you’re bleeding.”
    I shook my head in denial and took his outstretched hand to lift me up.
    “No, I’m fine, it’s just my period.”
    “Then why are you crying?”
    I hiccuped and leaned against his chest. “I—because I thought...”
    I couldn’t make the words come out, as if saying it would put me in danger of having it come true still somehow.
    Shane’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze hardened. His arms didn’t tighten on me, but they went stiff. “You thought you were pregnant? And you didn’t tell me? And you let me—”
    “Not yours, Shane. His. That’s what the argument was about. I told him I was late, and he just sat there. He didn’t react at all. Not angry, not afraid, not anything. And I snapped. I was so sick of him being so fucking calm all the time...and then I met you and I realized I didn’t have to live that way. And I didn’t lie to you. When I told you I wanted you bare, that I wanted