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From the corner of her eye, she peered at the man. His grey eyes were hungry, his own face tinged red with excitement. Stella licked her lips, and the heat in Bishop's gaze heightened. She could tell what he was waiting for, and her own body ached for penetration.
     
    “Please,” the woman panted, her chest heaving with every deep breath. Her brown eyes caught his grey, the hunger and desire tripling at the one word. Stella whimpered, wiggling her hips against him, “Please, Bishop.”
     
    His hips bucked, and his cock twitched against her, but the man didn't thrust into her. Bishop continued the languid strokes against her pussy. Every muscle in his body poised to drill into her, to fill her. He tugged at her hair, sending an electric pleasure down Stella's spine. Close to her neck, he growled, “What do you want?”
     
    “Wh-what?” she gasped, her mind too hazy with desire to understand.
     
    “What do you want, Stella?” The woman bit her bottom lip, a whimper in her throat. She couldn't think straight. Her temperature was rising with every stroke, her breathing heavy and her thoughts rife with anticipatory fantasies. Bishop tugged a little harder on her hair, eliciting a moan from her lips. “ Well ?”
     
    Stella managed to rein her thoughts in. Irritation prickled through her mind. Of course, the biker would want an explicit plea. Her pride rallied against the thought of begging. Her desire outweighed her own ego. The sexual ache in her core was becoming an intense need. Through clenched teeth, the woman growled, “You fuck me. Now.”
     
    “Are you really in a place to make demands?” Bishop's lips twisted into a grin. Stella groaned loudly, frustrated and exasperated. Bishop ignored her vocal dissent. He dipped down, raking his teeth across her neck as he pinched her clit hard.
     
    At the same time, Bishop thrust his cock into her, burying his cock in one, slick movement. Stella gasped roughly, her senses running into overload from all the sensations. The pain-pleasure at her hard, slick clit, his rough stubble and nip at her neck, his hard, thick member cleaving through her. Her body lurched as explosions of stinging hot delight scoured her nerves. The sound drove a hard spike of pleasure to his groin. Bishop released her hair, his free hand trailing to her front. He dug his way beneath her shirt and her bra, his rough hand fondling and kneading her breast.
     
    Heat licked through Stella's trembling body. She moaned and arched her back, whimpering and wiggling against Bishop. Friction and searing pleasure erased all coherent thought from her brain. Her nails dug into the door as Bishop pumped in and out of her roughly. The door rattled on its hinges. The man groaned, every thrust landing him deeper and harder into Stella. He didn't want to come, not yet.
     
    She gasped as his pace increased, her muscles tensing and the pressure building in her core. All she could focus on was the friction against her throbbing nerves, the feeling of his hard body against her, the sounds of their panting, his grunts, her moans, the rollicking door, and her pulsing pussy as it clenched around his thick cock. If someone were to pound on the door angry and demand them to be quiet, Stella wasn't sure she'd register it.
     
    His hands drifted to her hips, grabbing her firmly, drawing her back against him with every thrust forward. Bishop's balls slapped against her wet pussy, smacking across her already tingling clit. Stella moaned and pressed her forehead against the door, bouncing her ass back against the man. Her chest heaved and ragged pants parted her lips, as biting pleasure crept further along her skin. Fingernails dug across the door, her moans escalated, and his thrusts slammed harder.
     
    Her whole body strung tight and hot and throbbing. The pleasure crested over her, slamming through her body. Stella moaned loudly, throwing her head back as she slammed back against Bishop, over and over. He strained to hold