The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Chapter 26
My tongue first landed on his shaft and I let it linger as I dragged it around the tip. He let out a grunt that sent chills down my core,
vibrating with every movement he made.
I was so damn wet that I could feel my juice pouring uncontrollably onto the floor. I’d never been this turned on for years, Tristan made
me feel a certain way.
Right then, all thoughts of Daxon and his scars were buried in a dungeon, never to come to life again.
All that mattered now was how Tristan’s member on my tongue made me feel.
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Who needed a mate when she had a brother that made her this wet?
I swallowed his dick gradually, going deeper inch by inch, until I felt him pressing against the back of my throat.
His hand settled on my head. For a second, I thought he might stop me, but instead, he pushed me down farther. I gagged at the sudden
thrust, my eyes watering.
“I’m sorry… Are you okay? Did… I hurt you? Should I stop?” he asked, his voice a little husky and torn. But I shook my head desperately. I didn’t want him to stop. I could do this every day.
After I felt his body relax, I moved again, slow and deliberate. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place.
After a few sucks, I picked up the pace, lips wrapped snugly around his length, swallowing him down with every stroke.
His breath caught, sharp and high, as I hollowed my cheeks and dragged my tongue along his shaft. The way his body tensed beneath my mouth made me ache for more, for all of him.
“F–fuck…!” he growled, his voice rough with restraint, as if he were holding something back. But his hips betrayed him, thrusting forward to meet my mouth with reckless abandon, filling up my mouth as my saliva dripped on him.
“You’ll be the death of me, Ath. My name from his filthy mouth made me squeeze my thighs together.
I let out a moan from the impact, the vibrations sending a shudder through his body. The taste of him, the weight of him, the raw power I held in my mouth, it drove me wild, so I increased my pace a little more.
His grip in my hair tightened, but not to hurt. It grounded him. Or maybe it grounded me.
I pulled back with a slick sound, eyes locking with his as I let my tongue flick over his tip again. He looked wrecked. Desperate. Eyes half- lidded, jaw clenched, chest rising in heavy, erratic breaths.
“You’re perfect like this,” he murmured, voice low, sinful. His hands moved from my hair to my neck, holding it like he wanted to squeeze
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He bent down and took my lips in his slowly, tasting every corner of my mouth as he did. When he pulled away, he directed my head back
to his dick, that was waiting for me like I owned it.
I let out a smile as 1 took him back right where he belonged, deep inside my throat.
His grip on my hair tightened more this time around, and I knew he was close. I could feel his release building, a coiled tension that
threatened to snap at any moment.
I pulled back, letting his tip slip from my lips with a wet pop. “Not yet,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I wanted to savor this
moment, to draw out his pleasure for as long as possible.
I stood up, my body aching with need. I could feel my wetness soaking through my panties, a constant reminder of the desire that coursed through me. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his in a searing kiss.
He responded eagerly, his hands roaming my body with a newfound urgency. He cupped my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt. I gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to see you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. He reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. He tossed it aside, his gaze raking over my body.
I stood before him, my body on full display. I could feel my heart racing, my body trembling with anticipation. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast. I closed my eyes, a soft moan escaping my lips.
He leaned in, his lips finding my nipple. He teased it with his tongue, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. I ground into him as he continued his torture.
I held his dick in my hands and desperately wanted to direct him into my p**y while standing, like a slut. But he held my hand and lifted up his head, my pleading eyes locking with his.
His eyes held something deep and dark. And, oh, I wanted everything his gaze held. Every dark fantasy buried in that sexy, dangerous
calmness.
Without saying a word, he lifted me and laid me back on the bed. My legs parted instinctively, and the look he gave me made my whole
body burn.
He knelt between my thighs, with a dirty look. I could feel my core tightening; every part of me anticipated his next move.
“Tristan…” I started when he did nothing but stare at me, thigh. Slow. Soft. Like he was savoring the moment.
but the rest of my words dissolved into a moan when he kissed the inside of my
Then his tongue met my center.
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My hips jerked at the first touch of his tongue, slow and deliberate, tasting every drop like he was starving for me. He didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between my legs like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life.
Oh my god… Tristan,” I gasped, my hands threading into his hair.
He growled into me, the sound vibrating through my core. His hands held me open, firm and steady, as his tongue worked me over, licking, flicking, circling my clit with maddening rhythm. I writhed under his mouth, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming.
No one had ever touched me like this. No one had ever wanted me like this, not even Daxon. In all our three years together, Daxon had never gone down on me; I was the only one satisfying him.
Tristan ate and devoured me like I was the only thing that mattered.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, pressing teasing kisses on my thighs, down to my throbbing pussy. “So fucking perfect.”
His words were a balm to wounds I didn’t even know were still bleeding. After everything Daxon put me through, after all the ways he made me feel worthless and undesirable, hearing Tristan speak to me like this felt like coming back to life.
“I could stay here forever,” he murmured again against my dripping pussy, then dragged his tongue up slowly, deep and unhurried.
I whimpered. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel.
My whole body tightened. My thighs trembled around his shoulders as he sucked my clit into his mouth. He didn’t stop, not when I begged, not when I cried out his name.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
