Merry Blissmas (Biker Bitches 3) - Page 47

“It’ll fit.”

The pressure began to turn into pain.

“Relax, Bliss.” Drake slid his hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit then sinking his finger back inside of her, finger-fucking her as he managed to guide his cock inside her tight hole.

“You better make this good, or we’re never doing this again,” she warned.

“You’ll like it. I know I am.” Drake hissed between clenched teeth.

Bliss tried to focus on the pleasure going on inside her pussy, ignoring the burning pain Drake’s cock was making as he entered her. She felt each centimeter of his cock, the ridges and veins as he pushed farther inside.

“I better wake up to a cherry-red Porsche sitting in my driveway Christmas morning.”

“I want you to enjoy this. I’ll stop.” She felt Drake begin to pull back.

“Don’t you dare! I want to, I just talk too much when I’m nervous.”

“Then let’s stop. We can do this another night.”

Bliss went tense, not paying attention to anything except the words that had just come out of his mouth.

“If I never wanted to do this, would you mind?”

“No. If I do anything you don’t want to do, tell me. There are hundreds of ways to have sex. If one doesn’t work for you, we do something else.” He slapped her ass again, exclaiming, “Jesus, Bliss! Haven’t you figured out that your happiness is what makes me happy, too?”

Bliss felt every bone in her body melt at his words.

She put her hand on his hip to tug him closer. “It takes a lot to make me happy, but you do have what it takes to get the job done.”

“You sure?”

Bliss lifted her ass higher. “Yes. Just go slow.”

“Why? If it hurts that bad—”

“It feels so good I’m afraid I won’t last long.”

“I’m about to come, and I’m barely inside you.” He paused before saying, “What if I said I would buy you a diamond ring if you don’t come for five minutes?”

“Really?” Bliss attempted to wrap her swirling thoughts around what he was trying to tell her.

“Yes, but you have to quit talking. I can’t concentrate when you do.”

Bliss held her breath as he began pumping inside of her. His thrusts set off every sensitive muscle, and her nerve endings began to explode.

“Slower.”

He rubbed her clit with his thumb. Damn, he was dexterous. It would take two of The Last Riders to heat her up to the extent that had her body begging for a climax.

“How long has it been?” she asked.

“Only a minute.”

She wasn’t going to make it. She wanted that ring, but she really, really wanted to come right then. She didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to hold it back.

Bliss couldn’t keep her ass still. She began fucking back against him, almost climaxing when he glided his fingers deeper inside of her and his cock went higher.

She bit her lip to keep from coming. She needed motivation to deny herself an orgasm that promised to be memory-worthy.

“Can I ask one question?”

Drake’s sweat- and water-drenched forehead dropped to her back. “For fuck’s sake, go ahead.” He was easily in the same predicament she was.

“Are we talking a regular diamond ring or an engagement ring?”

“An engagement ring. Now, will you please shut up?”

“Yes, right after you tell me how many carats.”

“Right now, I’m thinking it’s going to be pretty damn small.”

Bliss figured she still had time to change his mind on that.

Spreading her legs wider, she lowered until her tits were pressed against the marble seat. She allowed her body to relax when his hips moved forward, rocking into her. The sensual movements drew a hiss from him and increased her own pleasure.

Damn, this was more than memory-worthy. This was worthy of writing it down in a diary so that, when she was a hundred years old, she could look back and know nothing had ever beaten this one blow-your-freaking-mind, hope-you-don’t-break-your-neck shower fuck.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his balls against her ass. He wasn’t going to last much longer, either.

“How long?” Bliss begged.

“Four and a half minutes.”

She went up on the tips of her toes as he continued to thrust in and out of her.

“One, don’t make me come. Two, don’t make me come. Three, don’t make me come.”

“What are you doing now?”

“Counting off seconds.”

She moaned as he fucked her into an orgasm that had her losing count. Every time she thought she was finished coming, his cock set off another series of explosions.

As her knees went weak, Drake had to hold her steady as he turned her until he was sitting on the seat. Then she was the one setting the pace, making sure her ass cheeks rubbed against his stomach each time she brought her weight down.

Drake caught a breast in each of his hands as his mouth went to her shoulder, biting down softly.

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