The Biker Series (Books 1--4) by Cassie Alexandra & K.L. Middleton

Author:Cassie Alexandra & K.L. Middleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: biker romance, biker mc romance, bad boy romance, dark romance, steamy biker books, biker mc boxed set, mc biker romance, crime, thriller, biker thriller, biker suspense, alpha male biker romance
Publisher: Dark Shadows Publishing
Published: 2016-09-25T00:00:00+00:00

AN HOUR LATER, TAMI was on her knees and giving me head in the bathroom.

“I wish there was more room in here,” she murmured, between sucks. “I want you so badly.”

I squeezed her left breast through the fabric of her blouse, which was obviously fake, but still very nice. “I want you, too,” I whispered, ready to explode as her mouth worked the head of my cock. “Jesus, that feels good.”

Tami stopped sucking. “Take your glove off,” she said, raising her top and pulling her breast out of her lacy black bra. “I want to feel your hand on my skin.”

“How about my tongue, instead?” I asked, bending down to taste her nipple.

“Mm...” she said, taking my hand. She placed it under her skirt. “I’m so wet. I need to come. Rub my clit.”

Not having felt a woman’s mound for so long, I pulled the glove off and slid my hand under her panties. She was so wet and ready, my cock ached to slip inside.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped, gyrating against my hand as I fingered her. “I wish I could sit on your face.”

Needing to silence her, I began kissing her on the lips while my fingers strummed her clit. She came within seconds and then pushed my wrist away.

“Sorry. I’m ticklish after I come. Oh, my God,” she said, grabbing my hand again. She stared at the scars on my skin where Acid had burned me. “What’s wrong with your hand?”

The revulsion on her face made me instantly soft. I pulled my hand away from her. “Nothing’s wrong with it. I just made you come, didn’t I?”

Sensing the mood change, she laughed nervously. “Yes. I’m sorry about your hand. I wasn’t expecting that. I guess now I can see why you wear the gloves. Is your other hand scarred, too?”

“Not as bad,” I said, turning on the faucet so I could wash her smell from my fingers, which was suddenly making me ill.

“Oh, well... it’s not a big deal,” she said, touching my shoulders. “The rest of you is more than perfect.”

The more she talked, the more I understood why she was now single.

“My ex is a cosmetic surgeon. Have you ever thought about having reconstructive surgery on your hands?”

“No,” I said firmly.

“Why?”

“Because it’s my reminder of everything that’s fucked up with the world,” I said, stiffening up as her hand went back down to my fly.

“Oh, you’re not hard anymore,” she pouted, slipping her hand into my underwear. “Turn around and I’ll finish you off. Maybe you can make me come again, too.”

“Nah. I think we should just get out of the can and let someone else use it,” I said, pushing her hand away. I zipped up my jeans and buttoned them.

“It’s okay. My friend is one of the flight attendants. She’s keeping an eye on the door and directing people away. Come on, baby. Let me suck it. I’ve never even seen one as big as yours before. What are you, nine inches?”

“I have no idea.

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