Chapter 12 #2
Every nerve ending in my body sparks at once, making me shudder violently.
My arms shake and give out, and I rest my head on the floor while Stryker continues his relentless pursuit of our pleasure.
He covers me with his saliva and attacks my pussy, scraping his teeth along my lips and then licking away the sting.
Stryker thrusts his tongue in and out of my entrance until pinpricks of light flash in my eyes.
The pressure in my core is intense and blinding as he keeps pushing me higher and higher, closer and closer, so close I can taste it.
And then he’s gone. Frustrated tears burn my eyes. I’m right there. Stryker grips my ass cheeks in a punishing hold and enters me in one hard, gut-twisting thrust.
A furious orgasm crashes over me as my pussy knots around his huge cock over and over.
Pleasure bordering on pain surges through me, and I cry out with each brutal stroke.
I claw at the floor and somehow find the strength to push myself back up on my arms. I rock back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
My next orgasm takes me by surprise, flashing through me like lightning.
Stryker snarls and fists my hair, tugging lightly at the strands while I come around his cock.
I bow my back, changing the angle of my hips so he's hitting me impossibly deeper.
I'm struck by lightning again, coming hard and fast. The electricity from my sudden, intense orgasms lingers in my veins, keeping me impossibly close to the edge.
My world suddenly spins, and when I open my eyes, I see Stryker hovering above me, pressing my back into the floor as he dips his head down and claims my mouth with his own.
“Need to kiss you while I make you squirt for me, sweetness,” he grunts, hooking a hand under my knee and spreading me open for him.
Stryker settles in between my thighs and slides his hard length through my pussy lips, gathering up my wetness and rubbing my clit with the head of his cock.
“I can’t come again,” I whimper.
His lips twist up into a savage smile like he can't wait to prove me wrong. I don't think he'll have to wait long. Despite my protests, my body feels like it's on fire and the only one who can put it out is Stryker.
“Let me show you all of the things this sexy little body can do,” he says in that dark, gravelly tone that makes me shiver.
Stryker pushes his cock into my entrance, sinking into me slowly and filling me up inch by agonizing inch. He teases me with long, languid strokes in and out while kissing down my neck and chest, pausing to suck on my pulse point.
I cry out and arch into him, making Stryker groan and focus his attention on my tits. He picks up his pace, pounding into me harder, faster, while lapping at my nipples and biting the sensitive peaks.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips, rocking into him as he tears me apart. Stryker’s muscles tense and flex as he hammers into me, his strokes becoming uneven and frantic.
An almost suffocating pressure blooms in my core, overwhelming me with its intensity. My entire existence shrinks down to this moment, this connection, the way Stryker is breaking me, healing me, showing me how much he loves me.
I stare into Stryker’s dark brown eyes, needing him to see what he’s doing to me. We don’t have to talk, we only have to be here in this moment, sharing every emotion without words.
Every muscle in my body twitches, tenses, and then locks up. My heart thrashes wildly in my chest and squeezes up tightly as I hold my breath.
“Come for me, Soraya. Fuck, please come for me,” he grits out, sounding pained.
The crushing pressure building up in my core explodes out of me, the sweet, sharp ache breaking over my body in waves of excruciating bliss. I convulse beneath Stryker’s rippling muscles as more and more of my juices pool and then gush out of my pussy with each contraction.
I'd be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can't think about anything else except this never ending orgasm rattling through my bones.
“Jesus, that’s it. You’re making a fucking mess, love. Squirting all over me like a good girl.” I moan at his dirty words and bask in his approval. “Gonna come now, baby. Gonna come so fucking hard.”
The words barely leave his lips before he jackhammers in and out of me and then stills, wedging his cock so far up my channel I swear I feel him in my stomach.
An animalistic growl barrels through his chest, turning into a roar as his cock swells and explodes inside of me.
I cling to his massive body and clench my pussy around him, sucking down every last drop of his cum.
Stryker collapses on top of me and rolls onto his back, taking me with him and draping my limp, sated body over his.
We’re sweating and completely out of breath, yet Stryker cups the back of my neck and draws my face up towards his.
He presses his lips to my forehead and breathes me in.
His tender touch is exactly what I need after the intensity of what we just experienced.
Long after our breathing has slowed, we lie tangled together on the hardwood floor, wrapped securely in each other's arms. My head rests on his bare chest, the steady thud of his heart a soothing lullaby as we look out the massive windows at the ocean view.
"I love you," Stryker murmurs, his large hand stroking lazy, possessive circles over my bare hip, reaffirming the words we finally shared. "I am going to build you the biggest greenhouse out back. Whatever you want, sunflower. It's yours."
"I love you, too," I whisper back, pressing a kiss right over his heart. "And I promise I will make this cabin a true home for you. A sanctuary you can always return to when the club business is done."
He pulls me tighter against his side, burying his face in my hair.
As I lay there, bathed in the warmth of the sun and the heat of his body, I realize just how much my life has turned upside down, in the absolute best way possible.
The ghosts and shadows of my fragile past don't haunt me anymore.
Even the lingering threats to the MC waiting out there in the dark don't scare me.
Let them come. Because I have my devoted, fiercely protective biker by my side, and finally, I am truly living.