Hero: Loker James aka Viper. The sexy tattooed President of the Last Riders Motorcycle Club.
Heroine: Winter Simmons. Straight laced principal of the local high school.
In this scene, Viper teaches Winter a lesson for speaking out of turn. It’s a long scene so I had to cut some portions out.
“Shade told me I must not be doing something right if you thought sex lasted only ten minutes.”
Winter tensed on the bed. Damn Shade, she had known that he had accepted giving her his vote too easily. The big tattle tale must have figured out she had set him up.
Viper opened the bedroom door before joining Winter on the bed. Thinking at first that he was joking, Winter didn’t realize that he was serious. Hastily crawling toward the end of the bed to run and close the door, Viper leaned down, grabbing an ankle and pulling her down the length on the bed until she lay by his side. Before she could protest, his mouth covered hers in a deep kiss that sent passion racing through her bloodstream. Taking his mouth away, he went to his knees spreading her thighs going down on her.
Winter tried to jerk her pussy away from him, but he latched on to her clit with his teeth. Winter went still immediately. Viper scooted her hips closer to him as he gently sucked on her sensitive bud while his tongue slid inside her slick sheath. Winter couldn’t help the moan slipping from her throat. His hands moved placing a leg over each shoulder.
“Pretty girl, you’re going to come in my mouth.” Winter’s head shook back and forth across the blanket, she looked down to see him between her spread thighs.
[…]
“I want to hear you scream, let’s me know you want my cock in your needy pussy.” Winter just held on to the side of the bed as he continued to fuck her. She was expecting him to come, surely he couldn’t last much longer but he did, merely keeping at her with a steady pace.
“Viper, you need to come,” Winter pleaded.
Viper looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. “Pretty girl, I’m not going to come for a while,” he warned.
Winter’s screams could be heard down the hall, begging him to come, sweat glistening on her skin.
[…]
“I know what I want for my birthday. You’re going to get this little tidbit pierced for me.”
“No,” Winter wailed, not letting a needle anywhere near the sensitive flesh he was stroking.
“But it’s what I want for my birthday and Winter just think how I can play with it when I go down on you,” he cajoled.
“When’s your birthday?”
“A couple months away,” Viper answered.
“I’ll think about it,” Winter stalled.
“Then I’ll think about going down on you until you have it done. I plan on playing with it a lot, if that makes you feel better,” he threatened, increasing the strength of his thrusts.
Viper hit her high in her sheathe, drawing her away from the conversation and back to his plunging cock, forcing another orgasm from her spasming pussy.
“Think I have been fucking you longer than ten minutes, Winter?”
“Yes…” Winter orgasm overtook her mind, body, and soul leaving her exhausted. Viper taking in her shattered expression finally allowed himself his aching cock release.
This is the second book in Jamie Begley’s Last Rider series and is available for purchase now.
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