Ruin Me, Biker Alphas

Lust Drunk

~Valerie~

My muscles clench tight.

Everything in me is f*****g taut and on edge. I can’t breathe properly, my heart is pounding too fast and too loud for me to even catch up with.

Desire pools in my stomach, hot and fast. My skin burns, prickling, scalding, like if he doesn’t touch me soon I’d die.

It’s too damn much.

I need him.

I want him inside me.

My breath hitches, my shoulders press against the door. My t**s thrust out, round, full, ripe.

Gods, I need to touch myself. I can’t… can’t survive anymore. I didn’t know I was going to be this hot in his presence. I didn’t know I’d be spiraling out of control just after seeing him.

Just one close encounter. One f*****g look and he called my name, now I’m like a s*x-lust puppy. My n*****s are poking out, my t**s are aching and feeling heavier, heat dampens in my core seeping down in slick stream.

I’m stuttering and panting, lust-drunk and breathless.

The way my name rolls off his tongue, slow, intense, raw, f**k, it feels like sin.

I want to hear it again. I want him to say my name like that again, and I want him to touch me when he does. I want his large, thick, veiny hands on me, gripping, fondling.

Oh.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I shift my legs, spreading them apart, my shorts hanging around my knees.

My p***y throbs, clenching midair, squeezing out more warmth of slick liquid.

My nails claw up my thighs, shaking. My lips fall open, panting softly as my breathing slows. My pulse ticks violently. My legs tremble in the heels, I can barely hold my weight on them.

But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t stop me.

I gasp as my hand moves dangerously close to my pulsing p***y. I bite my teeth, drop my gaze down, and watch as my fingers inch closer.

I spread my legs wider again, and I stroke a finger over my p***y lips. I moan, my other hand clamping around my mouth, sealing the sound.

Raw. Soft. Slicky. Moist.

Fuckkk.

My breath becomes rushed, quickens. I swallow my saliva and part my lips again. My skin hums like rumbling air, both cold and hot air brand my skin.

Two fingers.

I slide two fingers down my c**t. I hiss, my hips jerk up, my p***y burns, my n*****s harden. My n*****s stand perky, tight, seeking attention.

It hurts.

I cup my other hand around one tit and squeeze as my fingers glide through my c**t.

It’s not enough. I want more.

My inside is on fire. It’s tearing me apart. It’s eating me up.

I press my fingers deeper, rubbing slowly around the tiny hole, then gently dragging them up my c******s. I hum softly. My hips circle quietly, my stomach tightens, my back arches, and I squeeze my t**s roughly, moving from one to the other.

My head falls back on the door and a soft sigh escapes my lips. I swallow against my dry throat, my eyes close.

Yeah, like that. Yes, Daddy. I’m your w***e, just take me however. f**k me, use me, dump me.

Ohhh. Daddy, this p***y is all yours. It’s weeping for you. It’s whispering your name. Come f**k it, Daddy. Come claim it.

My breath stutters, thickens. My c**t feels strained, tight. A little electric current pulses through my p***y, mild and low.

My hands move on their own accord, rubbing, fondling, pressing slowly, deliberately, taking their time. It’s like I have all the damn time in the world.

My hips grind sensuously. I bite my lower lip, sucking it in.

I’m soaked, drenched, and messy. Slick wetness gulfs my fingers. Every rub of my fingers, a wet sound echoes in the air. My p***y lips are f*****g drenched, the wetness trails down my thighs, sticky and soft.

My scent thickens in the air, wild, mouth-watering, addictive.

I hope he smells it. I f*****g hope it gets to Ronan and drives him crazy. That he comes here, trailing the scent.