The Biker's Touch - Book 2 (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) Read Online Free
clip before her pleasure was upon her.
“May I?” she managed before being overtaken by powerful seizures of uncut rapture. “I’m coming,” she gasped.
Trenton quickened his pace trying to catch up with her. It did not take long. His orgasm was all male. All animal. He cried out so fiercely it pushed out all other sound from the room. His body stiffened, overcome by his own climax. They came together. They pushed, rocking against each other to the last, until they could move no more.
Trenton tried his best to not collapse on her, his body drenched in perspiration. He scooted in next to her, both of them still suffering the labored breathing of pleasure.
“Mama,” he exclaimed.
They were both a wonderfully sweaty mess.
“Come,” she said, taking his big bear paw in her dainty hand.
She led him to her bathroom, which was the size of a small bedroom. It had a stand-alone shower that was the perfect size for him and a big soaker tub. She opted to run the shower water till it warmed. They stepped in.
She had wanted to wash his back but she realized there was a considerable difference in their heights.
“I think I might need a step stool for you,” she said.
“Oh yeah?” he asked and he lifted her with ease.
He brought her up to his height. He gently pinned her to the granite wall of the shower and tenderly kissed her. She had completely forgotten how erotic kissing was. He brought it all back to her in tender strides of his tongue against the insides of her mouth. His tongue mated with hers.
The position of her body, with her legs wrapped around the tree-trunk of his own body created the perfect position to join again. She felt his generous erection nudging against her petaled opening. His hold allowed her enough slack to slip just so. She impaled herself on him.
It had only been minutes really since they had been slamming it home with one another, but with him inside of her again, Jennifer realized how immediately addicted to him she was. She had missed him. She needed him again. She loved having him inside of her.
He was strong enough to work her body up and down on him. He let her weight do some of the work. Their rhythm was just forceful enough to be completely exhilarating. Each stroke sent electric blasts throughout her, renewing her excitement over and over again.
Trenton reached for the showerhead behind them and took it off the mount. He pressed his thumb over the flow to create a very forceful directed spray.
“Fucking hold on to me baby,” he said.
And he strategically aimed it at her. Immediately her pleasure was alive and she was seizing hard around him. He had to let the showerhead dangle because his idea had turned him on so that he was climaxing as well. They were paralyzed against the shower wall as their pleasure rolled through them.
Trenton replaced the showerhead and they rinsed off.
Jennifer had a couple of robes. She took one of Brill’s, which at first Trenton refused to wear, because he knew her husband and he just didn’t like him. But then he put it on and modeled it for her.
“Looks like I have on one of your robes,” he said with an arched eyebrow.
“You calling my soon-to-be ex-husband a girl?” She giggled.
He wrapped his arms around her. “I wouldn’t insult women that way.”
Chapter Two
Three times in a row Trenton Gillis gave Jennifer more pleasure than she had had in a lifetime. It was almost a mistake. Because she lay staring at the ceiling, realizing all the time she spent alone and unloved. If she had been having one-tenth of this fulfillment she would have had a rich, complete life indeed. As it was, she knew how empty she had been this entire time.
Trenton kissed her check, stroked her hair. She was afraid he was going to sense her sadness and she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to bring down one of the most amazing moments of her entire life.
“Are you hungry?” he asked lightly. “Because I am hungry.”
“I am so
“May I?” she managed before being overtaken by powerful seizures of uncut rapture. “I’m coming,” she gasped.
Trenton quickened his pace trying to catch up with her. It did not take long. His orgasm was all male. All animal. He cried out so fiercely it pushed out all other sound from the room. His body stiffened, overcome by his own climax. They came together. They pushed, rocking against each other to the last, until they could move no more.
Trenton tried his best to not collapse on her, his body drenched in perspiration. He scooted in next to her, both of them still suffering the labored breathing of pleasure.
“Mama,” he exclaimed.
They were both a wonderfully sweaty mess.
“Come,” she said, taking his big bear paw in her dainty hand.
She led him to her bathroom, which was the size of a small bedroom. It had a stand-alone shower that was the perfect size for him and a big soaker tub. She opted to run the shower water till it warmed. They stepped in.
She had wanted to wash his back but she realized there was a considerable difference in their heights.
“I think I might need a step stool for you,” she said.
“Oh yeah?” he asked and he lifted her with ease.
He brought her up to his height. He gently pinned her to the granite wall of the shower and tenderly kissed her. She had completely forgotten how erotic kissing was. He brought it all back to her in tender strides of his tongue against the insides of her mouth. His tongue mated with hers.
The position of her body, with her legs wrapped around the tree-trunk of his own body created the perfect position to join again. She felt his generous erection nudging against her petaled opening. His hold allowed her enough slack to slip just so. She impaled herself on him.
It had only been minutes really since they had been slamming it home with one another, but with him inside of her again, Jennifer realized how immediately addicted to him she was. She had missed him. She needed him again. She loved having him inside of her.
He was strong enough to work her body up and down on him. He let her weight do some of the work. Their rhythm was just forceful enough to be completely exhilarating. Each stroke sent electric blasts throughout her, renewing her excitement over and over again.
Trenton reached for the showerhead behind them and took it off the mount. He pressed his thumb over the flow to create a very forceful directed spray.
“Fucking hold on to me baby,” he said.
And he strategically aimed it at her. Immediately her pleasure was alive and she was seizing hard around him. He had to let the showerhead dangle because his idea had turned him on so that he was climaxing as well. They were paralyzed against the shower wall as their pleasure rolled through them.
Trenton replaced the showerhead and they rinsed off.
Jennifer had a couple of robes. She took one of Brill’s, which at first Trenton refused to wear, because he knew her husband and he just didn’t like him. But then he put it on and modeled it for her.
“Looks like I have on one of your robes,” he said with an arched eyebrow.
“You calling my soon-to-be ex-husband a girl?” She giggled.
He wrapped his arms around her. “I wouldn’t insult women that way.”
Chapter Two
Three times in a row Trenton Gillis gave Jennifer more pleasure than she had had in a lifetime. It was almost a mistake. Because she lay staring at the ceiling, realizing all the time she spent alone and unloved. If she had been having one-tenth of this fulfillment she would have had a rich, complete life indeed. As it was, she knew how empty she had been this entire time.
Trenton kissed her check, stroked her hair. She was afraid he was going to sense her sadness and she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to bring down one of the most amazing moments of her entire life.
“Are you hungry?” he asked lightly. “Because I am hungry.”
“I am so
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