Ruin Me, Biker Alphas

Cream His Face

~Valerie~

Oh fuckkk. f**k, I need him. I want him. I’m starving for him.

The pressure in my groin escalates. It’s scaling, wrenching.

My hands start to move faster. My hips buckle, my legs shake, shifting apart.

Faster. Harder.

Yes. I want his face pressed to my p***y. I want to feel his snot on it. I want his cold, unsmiling face beneath me. I want to ride him. I want to grind my hips on his face.

I want him to lap at every drop of my wetness. I want him swallowing my juice. I want to feel his tongue slide in my p***y hole, teasing, tasting, eating me out.

I want to cream his face in my essence. Want him soaked and drenched too.

My thighs quiver. My body shivers. I moan as the first wave of orgasm hits me. My jaw clenches. My chest tightens.

My fingers go fast, too f*****g fast for my natural pace. My hips thrust forward, greedily chasing the pressure.

Wet, sloppy sounds hiss in the air. My body sways uncontrollably. My t**s bounce off my chest.

Yes. Harder, harder, please. Ohhh, oh gods, gods… damn. Yes. Yessss. Oh yes. Uhhh, ahhh, yeah. f**k me, Daddy. Take me, please.

My feet shift apart. My shorts slide downward, hitting the floor.

Warmth gleams against my fingertips, trailing down my thighs. My hand drips with my wetness. My p***y squirts, milking more juice, marring my thighs and my cunt with its rushness.

I’m too f*****g drenched right now, not just a wet, soaked cunt. There’s a puddle underneath me here, messy, ruined, flaming.

My p***y is swollen and sore, red and fevered, but I still can’t help it. My fingers press painfully against my raw, sore flesh, rubbing and rubbing.

I release my t**s and press my palm on the door above my head. My body rocks against my hand. My head twists, swinging side to side. My lips hang open, blowing out breath through my mouth.

My body burns. Sweat dampens my skin. My throat dries out.

It’s too much.

This is f*****g too much.

I gasp quietly as another orgasm hits me. My eyes roll up in my head. My legs tense. My hips grind down, locking my hand in between.

I shake. My eyes snap open. A strangled moan tears from my throat.

“Fuckkk.”

Loud. Slow. Pained.

My body vibrates wildly, banging against the door. My knees buckle. My fingers twitch. I moan, crying out my release, throaty, panting.

My fingers remain clenched between my thighs, tweaking and pinching my p***y lips.

Ohhhh, please… f**k. Yeah. Yeah, Alpha Ronan. Yeah.

My body goes limp. My breath seizes. My hips tense, then sag.

I exhale loudly.

My eyes widen. I cuss under my breath.

“f**k. What the hell?”

Did I just scream out? Moan loudly for anyone to hear?

Fuck. What have I done?

I reach down and drag my shorts up. I quickly secure them over my hips and adjust my top.

I hope no one hears. I so f*****g hope no one’s there.

I shift my feet steadily, carefully, and turn the doorknob. The door squeaks lightly. I peek through the small space.

The hallway is empty.

My shoulders drop in relief. I open the door further and look again, still no one.

Thank the gods.

I move away from the door to close it, but the door opposite the one I’m holding, the door that leads into the bar, squeals.

My head snaps up. My chest tightens.

Slowly. Calculated.

It opens, and I inhale sharply.

My eyes bore into the darkest gray eyes I’ve ever seen on one person.

My lips part. My feet stay rooted.

His eyes trail over my body, gliding down my hardened n*****s, my tense thighs, stopping between my parted legs.

His eyes remain unmoving, glued between my thighs. Then he glances up, his eyes swallowing me whole, his nose flaring.

He knows. He smells it, just as I wanted.

But he turns around and leaves.

No words. No shift in his expression.

He leaves me standing, knowing what I just did.

My whole body is on fire.

My skin feels like it’s scalding in hot air.

I need to touch myself again. I can’t stop this madness. I can’t.

I stagger back inside the storeroom and slam the door shut. My legs tremble beneath me and I collapse to my knees. My bones hit the tiled floor, but I don’t care.

I’m doomed to hell.

There’s no saving me anymore.