Page 22 of Ravaged By the Biker

He growls and smacks the other cheek. “Need your words,” he snarls, never letting up his relentless assault on my pussy.

“Yes! Fuck!” I cry out. “I need it. I need you,” I repeat like a prayer.

“God, Lynx. So fucking sexy,” he says in between brutal thrusts. He soothes his hand over my sore bottom, then spanks me on both cheeks. I jerk and twist against him, but he has me pinned against his bike.

A million sensations rise up in me, each one competing for my attention. My deliciously sore flesh, the sting of his cock ripping me apart, the gut-twisting ache of my orgasm trying to break free, and an overwhelming, all-encompassing pleasure rolling over me in endless waves.

My muscles pull tight against my skin as an almost unbearable pressure builds in my core. I don’t know what’s happening to my body, or if I can survive it. I’ve never felt anything close to the excruciating pleasure coiling deep inside of me.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I gasp, trembling in Reaper’s arms.

“Never, love. This is my new home. Jesus, this pussy is unreal,” he groans.

My entire body spasms each time he hits the end of me. I’m so full of his cock I can hardly breathe. I reach behind me andtangle my fingers in Reaper’s hair, pulling him down towards me and crashing his lips onto mine.

Reaper’s big, calloused fingers find my clit and start rubbing furious circles over my sensitive bundle of nerves. I whimper and buck my hips, choking on my orgasm as my body convulses and clenches around Reaper’s cock.

“Yes, fuck yes,” he growls. “Milk me, Lynx, fucking milk my big dick.”

He pulls my hair, forcing me to bow my back and take him impossibly deeper. I gasp for air and squeeze my eyes shut right as another orgasm tears through me and wrings pure bliss from my very bones.

Reaper roars out my name, wrapping his arms around my hips and holding himself deep inside of me. I shake and sob in his embrace, clawing at the leather seat just to have something to anchor me here on earth. I feel his cock swell up deep inside of me before twitching and releasing rope after sticky rope of cum.

We’re both panting, shaking, and coming down from an incredible high. Reaper pulls out and turns me around, walking us back towards the couch where he lays down and pulls me on top of him. He kisses me all over my face and holds me in his warm embrace.

I rest my head on his chest and trace his tattoos with my fingers. When our breathing finally evens out, Reaper tilts my head up to look at him. “Love you, my precious dandelion. We’re going to have a million more moments just like this.”

“I can’t wait.”

EPILOGUE

REAPER

“Lynx? Are you in here?”

“Over here!” she calls out, waving a hand at me.

I step over a pile of books, treading further into Lynx’s office until I see her happily typing away on her computer. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun with a pen and a pencil sticking out. She likes to keep them close by when editing her manuscripts. It’s fucking adorable, especially when she forgets they’re in her hair.

“Am I interrupting?”

“Not at all! I always love seeing you.” She spins around in her chair and stands, letting me pull her into a hug.

“How’s the editing going?” My wife sighs heavily and slumps into my arms. I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “That good, huh?”

“Ugh, it’s my least favorite part about being an author.”

I grin at her words, even though she’s a bit frustrated. Hearing Lynx call herself an author fills me with such pride. She worked her ass off getting her degree while writing her first book. Lynx was so nervous about sending her query letter to multiple agents, but she had nothing to worry about. Three of them replied wanting the rest of her book, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Ten years later, Lynx has published eight books. She also leads writers’ workshops at the local community college. That’s all on top of being the best mother to our two little girls.

“Maybe it’s a good time for a break, then? Lana and Tiffany have a surprise for you in the backyard.”

“Really?!” Her green eyes light up at the mention of our daughters.

I take her hand and lead her through the house and out to the back, where our girls have a picnic set up. Lynx gasps and claps her hands, giving me a smile before running to our girls and hugging them.

The four of us sit on the picnic blanket, which I placed in the middle of our dandelion grove. The wind gently sways the yellow flowers back and forth in a mesmerizing pattern, and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the beauty and joy in my life.

Lynx peers over at me, giving me a sweet smile as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking. My wife leans back against me, and I wrap an arm around her waist before kissing her temple.

Lana, our eight-year-old, has dark hair and green eyes, just like her mother. She inherited her mother’s sass, and she keeps us on our toes every single day. Tiffany just turned five, her blue eyes matching mine. She’s a bit shy, but my little Tiff is the absolute sweetest kid on the face of the planet. She loves so deeply, much like her mother.

“Love you,” Lynx whispers, nuzzling against my neck. “Thank you for an amazing life.”

“Thank you, my dandelion. None of this is possible without you.”

We stay outside until the sun begins to set, and then I take my girls inside so we can sit by the fire and read bedtime stories. I never imagined my life would end up like this. I didn’t think I deserved this kind of happiness, but I’m starting to believe we allcreate our own happily ever afters. I’m damn thankful this one is mine.

THE END