Reaper's Ride: A Dark Biker Romance
“Ride me.”
I obeyed, my hips circling with his urging, finding the rhythm he demanded. His hand gripped my waist tighter, guiding my movements.
The world spun, blurring at the edges. My vision became a hazy kaleidoscope of dark and light.
My chest was heaving, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
I felt him accelerate, pushing me faster, deeper into the delicious torment.
“C’mon, baby. Let go.”
I did. Hard. The release was explosive, tearing through me. My first orgasm ripped through me in waves of white-hot light, overwhelming every sense. I was shaking uncontrollably, every part of me vibrating with pleasure.
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