My Biker Boyfriend.

Depriving Her Of Orgasm.

Chapter 8.

Aria’s eyes widened at the sound of his voice against her ear.

Her lips parted, his words sinking into her comprehension.

Her p***y walls tightened, clamping hard against his finger.

Her toes coiled, body twitching— skin prickling.

Her stomach flipped, her orgasm threatening to spill.

“Please…” The word tore past her lips before she could realize it.

She didn’t know if they were the right words to use at the moment. She didn’t know if she should be pleading for an orgasm.

But her skin was burning from within, and her blood was roaring hot.

Draven’s lips curled into a gentle smirk. Seeing her this way drove him insane.

His lips twitched, the trembling sight of her turning him on even more.

His tongue licked her ear, his finger dragging in and out of her wet p***y. The movement, slow and deliberate, made her arch into his fingers.

“Draven…” She cried, shutting her eyes close.

“That’s it…” Draven mumbled into her ear.

“That’s what dirty little sluts like you do… you arch into my finger like a desperate, needy whore.”

“Yes!!!” Aria screamed, her p***y leaking into the bed, eyes rolling backward while he kept pounding his fingers in and out of her dripping p***y.

“Oh, Drav… Please…”

His brows arched as he asked. “Please?”

A smirk of satisfaction tugged at the side of his lips. “This is what you get for slapping me, Doll. You dared to raise your hands on the President of the Black Reaper club, huh?”

Aria shook her head negatively like she didn’t remember none of that, her body trembling, p***y dripping, walls clamping, eyes rolling so hard she could barely see again.

Her body shuddered, skin burning, body writhing, yet she tried to hold onto her orgasm for a reason she didn’t know.

Draven’s c**k strained. Watching her try to be a good girl for him drove him insane.

He could f**k her now. He could make her lay on her stomach, hold her ass up into a proper doggy style, and f**k her hard until she came like a cute little slut. But he had promised Ronan. He had promised not to cross the line, and fingering his sister while depriving her of an orgasm on her birthday was already crossing the line.

His lips dragged against her neck, leaving wet kisses while he thumped his finger into her p***y.

“Oh…” Aria cried, coiling.

Her nails dug into his neck, body thrashing as she felt her orgasm slipping while his fingers still thumped in and out of her p***y.

Draven’s jaw clenched, his fingers rolling deeper into her. “c*m for me, little doll. c*m for Daddy… c*m on his finger like a cute little slut.”

Aria’s body stilled—then jerked.

“Unmmm….” she cried, thighs clamping hard, but Draven didn’t pull away. His large palm grabbed her thighs, yanking them apart.

“I want to see your p***y while you c*m for me, doll. I want to see all of you.”

“Oh… I… I am going to…”

Her lips trembled, body shaking.

“That’s my w***e. That’s my cute little w***e…”

Her orgasm crashed into her, hitting her hard like a tidal wave.

Draven pulled her into himself, rolling his finger in and out of her hole.

“That’s it… You are doing good, doll. You are doing good cumming for me like the cute little w***e that you are.”

Aria’s body jerked forward as he pulled his finger from her p***y, her body settling from the aftermath of her orgasm.

Draven raised his hand up, his fingers dripping and glistening from the wetness of her p***y.

His eyes locked against hers, then he brought his hand to her lips.

She looked up at him, her eyes bright and innocent like she hadn’t just begged for an orgasm.

“Open.” His voice came out rough.

Aria’s lips parted, her eyes completely locked on his.

“Good girl,” Draven praised, pushing his finger into her mouth.

“Taste yourself… taste your juicy self off my finger.”

Aria sucked his finger deeper, his body tensing from the way her tongue rolled against his finger—just the same way he desired for them to roll against the tip of his shaft.

The taste of herself explored her mouth, sending heat across her body.

She sucked him deeper, eyes rolling backward.

“Slut,” Draven gritted, smacking her cheek lightly.

“How do you taste? You love the taste of you?”

Aria bobbed her head against his finger, the action shooting through his c**k.

His shoulder tensed, d**k crying to be buried deep in her p***y.

Then he pulled his hand from her mouth, slow and gentle, making her feel the loss.

Aria fell back on him, her body buried against his.

Draven’s lips curled into a gentle smirk.

His eyes watched the fragile sight of her.

His hand moved gently, tossing some strands of her hair behind her ear, her skin twitching from the graze of his fingers.

Draven watched her gently, hating how helplessly he was getting drawn into her.

Hating how much his desire was starting to grow deeper when he should be thinking of f*****g getting away from her.

His thumb brushed her cheek gently.

“Sleepy?”

Aria nodded her head gently, body pressed into his like she had no intention of letting go.

Draven picked the remote from the bedstand. He pressed a key and in a few seconds a gentle knock came at the door.

“Come in,” Draven called out, and the door opened.

A guard walked in with wine and two glass cups.

“My lord,” he greeted, offering a gentle bow.

Aria’s eyes widened. She tried to pull away so the guard would not read a meaning, but Draven’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to himself.

“Stay still,” he mumbled, the command coming sternly.

She relaxed into him, fingers crawling against his chest.

He signaled the guard to drop it and leave, which the guard did immediately.

Draven moved gently, grabbing the wine and pouring some into the two glasses.

“Hey…” He called for her attention and she raised her gaze.

He stretched a glass of non-alcoholic wine to her and she took it from him, still confused.

“To many more years,” he whispered gently, and her body stiffened, his actions melting her heart. She would never have thought that the president of the Black Reapers club would be this subtle.

“To many more years,” she whispered back, and their glasses clicked.

They raised the glass to their lips, taking a gentle sip while glaring at each other from the rim of the glass.

Aria dropped her wine on the table next to the bed, her body finding its way back to his.

Draven allowed her, his palm brushing down her hair till she fell fast asleep in his hand.

A soft exhale slipped past his lips, his eyes locking against her boobs, the image of him f*****g those boobs playing perfectly in his head.

His hand moved to cup her boobs, but he stopped mid-air, realizing that he was slipping away more than he ever thought.

This wasn’t supposed to go past an individual-and-guidance relationship.

But now—they had both crossed the line, and Draven could barely tell just how long he would be able to hold on before pinning her to the wall and f*****g her decency off her body.