One Night With the Bikers – Screaming Eagles MC Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC, Suspense, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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He sounds so confident that it's difficult not to believe him. But still…

“How are they going to find us? What if we're stuck here until we⁠—”

Reaper shuts me up with a kiss. His hand slides from my waist, up my chest and onto my neck where he holds me gently in place. “Baby, I know you feel like it’s you against the world, but have a little faith. The Screaming Eagles will turn over every stone in the whole damn state if they have to.”

I nod, snuggling into him.

“You getting cold?”

With his warm chest at my back, it isn’t too bad, but having him close feels so good right now. “Maybe a little? Maybe you should warm me up?”

“Oh? How do you propose I do that?” Something nudges me from below and I know where both of his hands are.

I shift my hips a little, rubbing against what can only be his hardening cock. “We need to keep moving, right? Physical activity? Raise our heart rates?”

“I think that’s a really good fucking idea.” He slides a hand over the insides of my thigh until he cups me. Strong fingers curl in towards my center. In a throaty voice, he whispers, “I love how slick you are for me.”

Tilting my head back onto his shoulder, I grab his free hand and place it right on my breast. “I must be crazy. You're not going to let us fall off, are you?”

“You're safe with me, girl. I'm gonna make sure you're anchored good.”

I arch into his touch, and his cock slides over my slit. All it takes is a little adjustment and then he’s pushing in, spreading me open. I gasp as his bare cock slides deep. “Wait.”

“You okay?” He stays completely still, though I'm sure it's killing him not to move.

“Yeah, fine. Just hold me for a little, let me feel you in me.”

With one arm across my chest, cupping my breast, and his other wrapped around my waist, I feel so secure. He captures a nipple between his fingertips and plays with it. When he tugs, it reaches deep into my core setting off an answering flash of heat. I lift my hips, riding him slowly. He groans and meets me halfway, thrusting up as I slide back down.

God, that's nice.

“Fuck, girl, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He pinches my nipple just hard enough for me to squeak in surprise. It didn't hurt. Not really.

“Better me than hypothermia,” I tease.

“Don’t make me fucking spank you.” His grip around my waist tightens, helping me up… then he drops me. I'm so surprised by the sudden lack of support that I slide all the way right back down to his thick base. The moan that slips out of me comes from deep in my throat.

“Again,” he hisses, and lifts me again. I'm ready the next time, but I just let myself drop anyway. The slow, agonizing slide upwards, followed by the sharp drop to take me from empty to completely filled in an instant, has every pleasurable neuron in my body firing all at once.

We fall into a rhythm that has my legs burning, but he doesn’t seem to mind as it takes more of his strength to maintain the pace. I can hear his breath come faster and harder, and his heartbeat thuds against my back. We moan together, the sound drowned out by the rushing water.

He lets go of my breast, only to slide his fingers down to tease my clit while he keeps lifting and dropping me. I press back against him, and close my eyes tight, letting all the sexy sensations wash over me. Sometimes, the spray kicks up from the river, scattering cool droplets all over me and giving me chills before the air dries them. It makes me tingle all over, and I’m panting in his lap as I ride his cock.

We move faster and faster, grinding against each other towards our inevitable release. My mind blanks, instinct taking over, driving me closer and closer until I can't hold on any longer. “Reaper,” I gasp out loud and then it hits me.

I grab his thighs for support, digging my fingers into his hard flesh as my spine arches and my head tips back onto his shoulder. His arms lock me in place, making sure I don't launch myself into the river as I come. I can't help struggling against his hold, just to feel his strength, to feel him hold me back as I explode around him. I go so tight that I can feel the steady thrum of blood squeezing through his cock. I release with a scream and he drives himself up into me, forcing me to keep coming and keep coming until I finally slump against him, exhausted.

“Fuck,” he hisses and yanks himself out of me.



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