4 Horsemen Novella! Kayla's Ride (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

magnified, my whole body at the peak of it’s sensitivity. It was intoxicating, clouding my senses, testing me, teasing me. I let out a little moan, his closeness pushing buttons I didn’t even know I had. I could feel my body preparing for him, waiting for something.
    Waiting for a command…
    My eyes watered as I stared at Mark, and my hands instinctively went to his side. I touched the edge of his hip, tugging at the towel.
    “Yes… You understand, don’t you?”
    “Destiny,” I whispered.
    “You are mine.”
    Mark’s voice was soft, entrancing, losing all of the edge it had held. I was too lost in thought to notice that he had closed the gap between even tighter, his chest a breath away from my own. His rough hand fell on my own, electricity flowed up from his fingertips.
    “I want you,” He said, pulling me effortlessly off the seat. I felt light as a feather as he threw my body over his shoulder. My head swam, drinking deeply of Mark’s scent. I lost myself as he hauled my body like a primitive caveman toward the bedroom. The blankets flew from the bed in one dusty and swift swipe of his arm as he tossed me down on the clean underlying sheet, my body bouncing.
    I couldn’t resist, his scent bringing out a hunger within me, a sexual beast that knew no bounds. I’d felt it before, with every bad boy in a line of bad boys… The fear melted away, the surprise, the whole world. I was here in the moment and my mind was lost to the hunger. I drew in a sharp breath as he pulled back, the towel coming free from his waist. Famine’s long and rapidly expanding cock hung in the open, growing harder as he pulled the silken boxers over my delicately wide hips. His hands reached up, ripping the shirt he had given me wide open, buttons flying in every direction as my chest was exposed to the air.
    “I’ve wanted this Kayla… I’ve wanted you so bad.”
    I moaned as I felt the head of his shaft press up against my wetness. My head swam with horniness, the raw moment between us removing any gentleness.
    “I’ve…. I’ve wanted it too Mark.” There was no use hiding it. I’d spent my time in that restaurant making love to a cake, wishing it was the dark stranger at the whim of my mouth and fingertips.
    Reaching down I stroked his cock, wrapping both hands around him. I wanted to feel it inside me more than anything, but Famine had different ideas. He gripped my wrists, throwing them above my body as he surveyed my exposed skin. His fingertips danced across me, dragging down my neck, along the curve of my shoulder, around the rise of my breasts, and down the swell of my belly. His mouth followed, kisses that were shockingly gentle sending shivers down my spine.
    “Oh Mark.” I cried out as his lips made contact with the valley between my breasts before tracing a line down past my belly button. A kiss fell just shy of my wetness, and then, the lips were upon me, encircling my most sensitive button.
    “Mark!”
    His tongue lashed out, taking a languishingly long route along my outer lips, barely parting them from the bottom up, ever so lightly bumping into my clitoris before starting its slow trip back down. I could hear him breathe my scent. Mark was tasting me like a fine wine. I reached down, pulling his head between my hips harder, but he reached up and threw my hands away pinning them on either side of my hips as he continued with his slow pace.
    “Please!” I whispered, and Mark rewarded me, his tongue drawing a swift circle around my sensitive button. He drank deeply of my well, lavishing me in wave after wave of pleasure. For a moment, I lost track of my mind, forgetting all of the horrors that had brought me to this place. My universe was in this bed, my man, my pussy, and the tongue that teased me higher and higher.
    I exploded in pleasure, the waves of an orgasm crashing over my body. The ride had put my pussy on edge, the vibrations driving me wild with every passing mile. Finally rolling over the