Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Kraken stirs behind me. His hand slides up my side and cups my breast. He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Morning, baby,” he rumbles. His voice sounds rough with sleep and it sends a shiver straight through me.
“Morning,” I whisper back. I turn in his arms and look up at him. His gray eyes meet mine. Heat already simmers there. “Do we have to leave today?”
He nods once. “We do. Safer to keep moving.” He kisses me slow and deep before he pulls away and reaches for his phone on the nightstand. “Let me check in with the club first.”
I watch him as he sits up against the headboard. The sheet pools low around his hips. All those tattoos and hard muscle on full display make my mouth go dry. He dials and puts the phone to his ear. I listen quietly while he talks.
“Mace. Report.” His voice stays low and commanding. He listens for a moment. His free hand rests on my thigh like he needs the contact. “Good. Everything quiet on your end?” Another pause. “Keep it that way. Stay locked down in Miami. No unnecessary moves.”
He ends the call and sets the phone down. “Club is solid. No new trouble yet. We head up to Tampa today. Put more distance between us and the Keys.”
I nod and stretch. “Tampa sounds good. As long as I get to stay right behind you on that bike.”
He smirks and leans down to kiss me again. “That’s exactly where you belong.”
We get ready quickly. I pull on fresh clothes while Kraken checks the bungalow one last time. I tuck Kevin carefully into my backpack. We lock up and step outside into the bright morning sun. The ocean sparkles under clear blue skies. Kraken swings his leg over the Harley and starts the engine. The deep rumble vibrates through the air and straight into my bones. He hands me the helmet. I climb on behind him and wrap my arms tight around his waist. My chest presses against his broad back. The heat of his body soaks through his shirt and makes me sigh happily.
We pull out onto the road. The wind whips past us as Kraken opens up the throttle. Beach houses blur by. I hold on tighter and rest against his cut. The motorcycle vibrates steadily between my thighs. Every rumble sends little sparks of pleasure through me. I shift my hips trying to find relief but it only makes the feeling stronger. Heat builds low in my belly. My nipples tighten against his back. I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs around him. The longer we ride the wetter I get. The constant vibration and the feel of his hard body against mine drive me crazy.
Kraken must sense it. He reaches back with one hand and squeezes my thigh. A few miles later he takes a turn onto a quiet side road that winds close to the ocean. Trees line one side while the water sparkles on the other. He slows down and pulls off onto a secluded patch of dirt near the dunes. The engine cuts off. The sudden silence feels loud with my racing heartbeat.
He twists around and looks at me. Those dark eyes burn. “You’ve been squirming behind me for the last twenty miles baby. That pussy aching for me already?”
My face heats but I nod. “Yes. The bike… you… it feels too good.”
He hums slowly, and swings off the bike. He lifts me down and backs me up against the seat. His hands slide in my shorts and panties. He pushes them down my legs in one rough motion. Cool ocean air hits my wet skin. He spins me around and bends me over the motorcycle. My hands grip the seat. My ass lifts high for him.
“Such a needy little thing,” he rasps. He kicks my feet apart and spreads me open. “Look at this dripping cunt. Soaking for my cock while we ride. You want me to fuck you right here on my bike baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please Kraken.”
He frees his thick cock and rubs the head along my slit. Teasing. “Beg for it. Tell me how bad you need this dick stretching you open.”
“I need it,” I gasp. “I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me hard.”
He slams into me in one powerful thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness. He feels so big from this angle. So deep. He grips my hips and starts pounding into me. Hard. Fast. The motorcycle rocks under us with every thrust. Skin slaps against skin. The ocean waves crash nearby mixing with my moans and his growls.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts. “This tight pussy takes me so good, swallowing every inch. You love getting fucked on my bike don’t you, baby?”
I moan louder and push back against him. “Yes. I love it. Harder.”