Damned: Seven Tribesmen MC by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online

her still against him as he gyrated his hips against her ass. The tightness in his balls tempted him to lose control, but he wanted more. Tremors and trembles racked her body as insurmountable pleasure coursed through her veins.
     
    “Fuck, you even come hot,” the man growled, his voice thick with desire. It was then, as he drew his still rock-hard cock from her – leaving Stella empty and cold – that she realized Bishop had held off his release. Without his support, her thighs trembled as residual pleasure wracked her body. Suddenly, her body was swept up into a pair of strong arms. She stared in confusion, before realizing the biker hauled her bridal-style in his arms and started for the room's only bed.
     
    He caught her lips in a hot kiss just before he dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed. The man climbed atop her, his weight pressed down on her, making her nerves jostle with heat. His hands worked at her blouse buttons, gently undoing each one before exposing her torso to the open air. He took a breath to marvel at her body and stare at the soft curves and the lacy pink bra she wore. Bishop felt like a crack addict when it came to the woman's skin. So soft, so warm, her body could damn well be an ecstatic drug. He wanted more of her and wanted to be free to touch at any time. As his palms brushed over her skin, his cock throbbed, reminding Bishop his own sex needed attention.
     
    Stella's frazzled nerves reignited in passion. She writhed and moaned beneath his lips as they headed southward. They skirted over her breasts, before Bishop's deft fingers nimbly undid the clasps beneath her.
     
    The scanty bra was torn away, leaving her jiggling breasts open to cold air and the biker's lust-glazed gaze. After a grunt of appreciation, Bishop swooped down. His hot tongue graved over one nipple, then the other. Stella panted and moaned, her body sensitive from the first orgasm and feeling a second one skirting her senses. “Wh-what are you doing?”
     
    The oral attention on her tits was short-lived as the man soon began kissing his way down her body. His fingertips gingerly brushed over her skin, a feather-light juxtaposition to his scratchy stubble. The man stopped at her thigh, where he suckled and nipped at her supple skin. Stella whimpered, her hips jerking upward. He was so close to her throbbing, still soaking wet pussy, it was torture to restrain himself from planting his lips on her.
     
    His lips twisted into a smirk against her leg, “I ruined your date. Now, I am making up for it.”
     
    The hands continued their journey down her body, to her bunched up pants and shoes. Gently, Bishop coaxed each shoe off her foot before freeing her legs from their confinement. As he further undressed her, Stella trembled. She clenched her eyes shut and, between gasps, said, “Why are you being so gentle?”
     
    “You prefer rough?” He paused on her opposite thigh, his lips still twisted into a smirk. Suddenly, he nipped her hard. Stella yelped, sitting up on her elbows just as Bishop forced her legs further apart. She watched as the man gleefully buried his face against her pussy.
     
    The woman fell back to the bed, hands digging their way through his hair, as sharp-edged pleasure sliced over her. He nibbled and sucked on her swollen lower lips, causing fits of electricity to slam up Stella's body. As she let out breathy half-screams, Bishop's tongue lapped at her slit, before circling her clit. Even harder pleasure throbbed through her, and her body squirmed. She tossed her head side to side, her groans and moans rose in decibel. Her body did anything to alleviate the fast building pressure inside her.
     
    For the second time, the heat inside of her crested. Her body tensed, a cry leaving her lips between her ragged breaths. Stella's fingers dug into the back of Bishop's head, pressing him further into her sex. He groaned against her thighs with every pulse that shook her body. After the tremors dissipated,