“No panties. This whole time you weren’t wearing any panties?” he practically snarled as desire darkened his voice.
I giggled. The wine keeping me from thinking about the consequences. But Roark’s hand smacking down on first one ass cheek and then the other had me sobering up real fast.
“Damn, that’s gorgeous,” he murmured and caressed my ass again. “I’m too keyed up tonight, Kendra. Are you okay with something fast and a bit rough?”
“Fuck yes,” I yelled as he slapped my ass several times in quick succession.
“Good,” he growled and lifted me off of my feet.
My head spun as he positioned me at the edge of the bed with my face pushed into the comforter. Roark positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed inside way too slowly.
“Roark! You said fast and hard,” I demanded.
He chuckled and then slammed his cock in until he bottomed out in my pussy. Hitting every nerve ending as he bottomed out inside of me. The force caused me to see stars.
Roark wrapped his hand in my hair and tugged my head upward as he clutched my left hip with his other hand. Pain stabbed into my skin as his fingers tightened and I jerked against him in pleasure. The pain intensifying the pleasure he was giving me.
“Roark… please!” I screamed.
Just like the first time, we came together in a clash of bodies and desire. It was quick and rough as Roark had warned me and I loved it. My orgasm didn’t take long to build and I exploded in pleasure.
My biker didn’t slow down, he kept slamming into me as he pushed me to climb the hill again. The sounds of skin slapping, arousal easing the way, and our voices raised in pleasure filled the room as he brought me to another orgasm.
“One more,” Roark snarled. “Give me what I want, Kendra.”
I whimpered and dug my fingers into his bedding as I slammed my hips back against him. Pivoting my hips, I ground down against him as I reached for the pleasure he was building inside of me.
“Roark,” I rasped as I grew close.
“Come, Kendra,” he ordered and I shattered.
Vibrating with pleasure I lay limp as Roark slammed into me one last time and roared my name as he filled me with his cum.
His body shuddered against me as he came down against my back.
“Kendra…” he whispered against my neck.
Something bubbled up from inside of me and I giggled. “That was fucking awesome,” I gasped between giggles.
Roark laughed and rose from my body. His cock slid from me as he moved away. When I didn’t move, Roark chuckled and turned me into his arms. I snuggled into his chest as he lifted me and placed me onto his bed.
“Give me a minute,” he said and backed away. I watched him walk to the far corner and slide a pocket door open and entered another room I hadn’t realized was there.
Shortly, he returned with a washcloth and wiped it between my legs. Heat burned my cheeks but Roark simply finished cleaning me, wiped himself, and then tossed the cloth to the side of the bed.
Crawling onto the mattress, Roark moved in beside me and then pulled me into his arms. He pressed my back into his chest and laid his chin on the top of my head. His hand stroked up and down my arm for a few minutes as our breathing went back to normal.
“Sorry our dinner got interrupted,” he spoke softly.
“It’s okay, I ate almost all of it. It was really good.”
“You sound surprised,” he chuckled.
“Just not what I expected. Neither is this room of yours,” I replied honestly.
“The room was my parents before they retired. I had it repainted but kept the bed.”
“There are so many things we could do on this bed,” I rasped seductively.
“Not yet, woman. I need a few minutes,” Roark laughed and hugged me tighter before running his finger over my arm.
“Do your tattoos have meaning?” The question surprised me and I laid silent for a bit too long. “You don't’ have to tell m–”
“I don’t mind telling you,” I interrupted quickly. “No one’s ever asked before and it surprised me is all.”
“Really? They’re beautiful, I can’t imagine anyone seeing them and not wanting to know about them.”
Turning in Roark’s arms, I propped myself against his chest and looked into his eyes. “My great-grandfather was Native American and the design is one he painted on a piece of leather that my parents have now. It always spoke to me. The solitude of the wolf in the forest.”
“You spend a lot of time alone?” he asked.
“Yeah. We moved a lot. That’s why I won’t sell to dickhead. I plan to set down roots here.” My heartfelt as if it was being squeezed as I spoke of my biggest dream. “I’ve always wanted a… uh… home.”
“Definitely a great place to settle. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. This land around us has been in my family for cen— um, many generations. There is no way I’d ever sell. My ancestors dwell on this soil.”
“Yeah. He and the mayor neither one understands why the town doesn’t want their money.” I began tracing Roark’s tattoos.
A huge leopard arched from his left shoulder and ended with its head on his pectoral and the front legs stretching out with claws extended and leaving claw marks along his ribs.
His right arm was a maze of tribal designs that covered every inch of skin from his shoulder down to his wrist.
As I moved to his left arm, I tugged at first one nipple piercing and then the other.
“I love piercings,” I rasped as I leaned forward and pressed a sucking kiss to each nipple before rising and adjusting my body to his left
