Biker Billionaire #1: A Wild Ride Read Online Free PDF

You’re a goddess. You have a perfect body.” He ran his hands up my stomach, between my breasts and back around to cup them, lift them, rubbing his thumbs across the nipples. “I can’t wait to taste you all over.”
    His hands worked magic on my tits, making me arch and writhe with just his hands on my breasts. Then he lowered his mouth to my shoulder, kissing me with a brush of the tongue, sliding his lips across to my chest and down between my breasts, kissing the side of one, then the other. He lifted one breast, kissed underneath it, then pinched a nipple and kissed the opposite one, all at the same time. I lost myself in his attentions, just lying there with my hands on his back and shoulder, head tilted backward, eyes closed and fluttering.
    I felt a thick something probe my clit, and I thought he’d somehow gotten his pants off without me noticing, but it was his finger, tracing circles around my wet, engorged nub, sliding down to push in, slip out and back in, then returning to my clit. I wasn’t gasping yet, but close. I forced my back down to the bed and remembered I had hands, too, and I wanted to touch him. I pushed at his jeans until they slipped off his hips, and he wiggled out of them, kicking them off without missing a beat.
    My hands found their way to his ass again, and I marveled at the fact that even his ass was muscular and tight.  
    Suddenly I realized how small and soft John was, and then I banished all thoughts of my ex-fiance from my mind. He might as well have stopped existing at that moment, as far as I was concerned.
    Shane’s lips began a gradual southward descent, kissing my ribs and then my stomach, my navel, each hip. He took me by the hips and pulled me down to the end of the bed, slipping off it, and then my knees were on his shoulders and his tongue was licking at my inner thighs, and his lips were pressed to my labia, his lightly stubbled cheeks grazing my thighs.  
    I spread my knees apart, arching my back as I felt his tongue find my clit, swirling in slow circles. I did gasp then, a gentle inbreath. Oh, that man’s tongue was nimble and sure, drawing pleasure from me in skilled waves, bringing me up, and then back down, closer to the edge of orgasm and back away. He dipped his tongue in, moving his head in circles as my hips began to buck. I was gasping, nearly whimpering now, and I was so close, but he slowed down and I bent to put my fingers in his hair, tangling and gripping, not quite pushing him toward me, but nearly. He huffed a laugh into my pussy, and I moaned at the sudden heat. He did it again, not a laugh this time but a slow exhale, his hot breath driving me wild. He breathed on me again, and then his tongue found me again, and now he didn’t pull me back. Slow circles at first, then a few upward licks, and then circles again, tightening in around my clit until I was bucking my hips in a frenzy, and then I came, harder than I ever had before. I came so hard I saw stars, and I actually shrieked and moaned.  
    I’m not a vocal person during sex, not ever. Even during the most intense experiences before, the most I ever let out was a gasping inbreath at climax, which was inevitably a low tremor at best.
    This was an explosion, a nuclear detonation in my pussy driving outward to burn in my belly and set my limbs to trembling. Shane crawled back up on the bed, and I cracked my eyes open to watch him slink toward me with predator grace, stealthy and dangerous and still hungry for me.
    I pulled him forward and kissed him, ravenous for his lips, tasting my own juices on his lips and not caring, but liking it in fact.
    “Had you ever had that done to you before?” Shane asked, between kisses.  
    “Once, and it was awkward and unpleasant for us both. That was when we first started dating.” I raked my nails down his back. “That was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
    He just laughed. “Oh, man. You’re in for a wild ride,