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

the woman breathed deeply, her muscles like liquid heat. Closing her eyes and relaxing her fingers, Stella laid there, basking in the afterglow.
     
    She didn't get to bask long. The shifting of fabric, the falling of clothes, and the squeak of the bed as Bishop climbed over her hooked her senses. Her eyes fluttered open when his body heat resonated against her skin. His musk wrapped around her tinged with sex and leather.
     
    The biker hovered over the agent, his firm body sweetly reminding her how soft she was compared to him. His hands trailed up and down her sides, his gaze searing hot with passion and erotic need as he caught her gaze. Between her thighs, his erection throbbed hot and solid. An anticipatory thrill slid over her burnt out nerves.
     
    Bishop swooped down, catching her lips in a deep, fervent kiss. He tasted like her, and that made her tummy clench with heat. Stella's eyes fluttered shut again, moaning as their tongues danced.
     
    His hands trailed to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them with rough palms. At the same time, he slammed into her soaking wet pussy. Stella gasped and jerked at the sudden entry, but soon melted back into moans. Her sounds were caught against his mouth.
     
    In the flurry of reignited heat, her body switched to autopilot. Stella's hands found his back, the muscles along his shoulders shifting with every thrust into her as her nails raked over him. A please, guttural growl issued from his lips. Her thighs squeezed against his sides and, breaking the kiss, Bishop shifted her knees over his shoulders.
     
    Stella's arms fell to the bed, fingers digging into the comforter. His cock drove harder, further, faster into her. Her sex throbbed from the heat of friction, her slick inner flesh swollen with erotic delight. The bed squeaked, and the headboard clattered against the wall. Pleasure ringed through her head full of hormones and need. Deep groans resonated through the man's chest and sweat slicked his forehead and down his arms.
     
    Suddenly bereft of his mouth, Stella's moans freely escaped her lips. She didn't notice her own noise. The only thing her mind seemed concerned about was the hot cock inside her, the balls bouncing against her ass, and the man's release. Her pussy clenched and throbbed around his sex, mimicking the concern of her thoughts. She wanted his hot liquid kissing the inside of her; she wanted to feel the most untouched crevices being caressed.
     
    There was no time, though. Biting heat seared inside of her, the pressure mounting. Gasps and screams tore from her mouth, and her fingers dug savagely into the bed beneath her. Desperate for Bishop's release, Stella's brain desperately scrabbled, “Oh, please, come! Please, Art!”
     
    “Fuck,” groaned Bishop, slamming deep into her. His cock twitched, and heat filled Stella. She whimpered and gasped. Her lower stomach clenched hard, knives of pleasure piercing every inch of her body. Painful and pleased, her nerves exploded for the third time that night. Her body rollicked against Bishop's, every slight friction sending wave after wave of molten satisfaction over her nerves. Unable to think and unable to take a deep breath, she felt delightfully broken. Her muscles went slack, her abdomen ached, and her sex throbbed pleasantly around his still-hard member. She felt hot, spent, and very moist.
     
    Bishop grunted, adjusted her legs, and collapsed atop Stella. The woman's hands found his hair, threading her fingers through his dark, sweaty locks. He moaned, tilting his head against her fingers. Soon, the biker's back rose and fell in rhythm to sleep. Soon, Stella's own hand fell slack, her breathing mimicking Bishop's.

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    The next morning, the flush of the toilet roused Stella from her slumber. She jerked up in bed, eyes wide. Someone was in her bathroom. Her gaze flickered over the motel room and pain skittered up her lower stomach. All at once, memories collided into her mind.
     
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