Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 26 ~ Ryder

I lifted her as if she was a feather and placed her ass on my bike, exactly where I wanted her. She sucked in a breath, realizing the significance of my actions. I wasn’t going to f*ck her on the ground or against a tree—or anywhere else for that matter. No. The first time had to be on the back of my bike. Yeah.

My hands glided up her thighs, passed the lace holding up her black stockings. These could stay, they were hot as hell. Pushing the dress up to her hips, I exposed her sex to my hungry eyes. Her mound stood proud and ripe, and I could see through the scrap of lace that she thought was underwear, that her p-ssy was smooth. My favorite. My cock twitched, desperate to get inside Jade.

My eyes drifted over her body up to her eyes. Her lids were heavy, as if she were in a drugged state. The way she looked at me from under her heavy lashes—there was going to be nothing gentle about this.

Sucking at her lips, my fingers pushed the scrap of lace aside and explored her cunt. F*ck. She was wet and swollen, her * a tight bud. My kiss deepening as she groaned into my mouth. I wanted to swallow her whole.

I plunged two fingers inside her warmth, and then a third, stretching her, getting her ready for me. Because when I sank balls deep into her, I wanted her to take all of me.

I was going to f*ck her hard.

“Ryder.” She moaned into the cool night air. I loved the way she said my name.

“F*cking beg, Princess.” I bet she’d never had to beg for anything in her life.

“Please.” She begged, her breath hitching.

“That’s it.” I rasped.

I fumbled in the dark, undoing the belt and zipper of my jeans.

“Free me,” I ordered.

Both her hands came forward and pushed the jeans down, gripping my cock between her palms and squeezing. Greedy little bitch.

Condom. I rolled it on slowly and made her wait. Her eyes glistened in the night.

“Open your legs,” I grunted. I wanted in.

I directed my cock to her p-ssy and rubbed the head against her wetness. At this rate, I was going to come the instant I sank into her warmth. I pushed into her all at once—she took me with a loud moan, digging her nails into my skin.

Leaning forward, I pulled her dress down to expose her tits. I cupped one heavy breast in my palm, kneading it while I sucked the nipple of the other into my mouth. I nipped the hard bud with my teeth. She hissed, throwing her head back. Laving the nipple with my tongue, I licked up her chest, then along her swan-like neck, till I got to her jaw. With my teeth, I bit along her jaw, then worked my way back, licking her skin—the taste of salt and vanilla kicked my senses up a notch.

F*ck how screwed up this was. A princess and a biker. It couldn’t work in a million years. I knew that. Yet, I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.

She panted, short bursts of air, till my mouth covered hers, swallowing her breath.

I was going to take what I wanted.

All of it.

F*ck the consequences.

I pulled back and thrust into her, balls deep. She took all of me, every inch. Without restraint. No holding back. Her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling at the strands.

My hips took over, plundering her p-ssy, over and over. Hard. Frantic.

She met me halfway, stroke for stroke. Eager. Hungry.

Her moans, loud into the quiet of the night, encouraged me to go even harder.

My tongue f*cked her mouth, my cock riding her p-ssy.

We both groaned—like wild animals in heat—consuming one another.

I slipped a finger between us and rubbed her *. She was close—wet and slippery, milking my cock, sucking it deeper. I loved a greedy p-ssy.

“Come, Princess,” I ordered.

“Ryder,” she rasped, letting go.

Her orgasm shook her body and she screamed my name into the night.

“F*ck. That’s it.” The way she responded to me had my cock burst, pumping into her until there was nothing left to give.

My chest tightened—there was no going back.

I wanted more of this p-ssy.

More of her.

On the back of my bike.