“Who the hell?”she was mouthing at me when Abraham gave my spread cheeks a resounding spank and kick-started the bike.
“Let’s go.”
He turned the motorcycle around and we left, a nice handful of gravel splattering all over the back of Bridget’s bubblegum pink Porsche as he spun out of the parking lot.
It felt very decadent to be riding in the front too, with both his big thighs on either side of me, our bodies pressed together, and by the time we were home I was almost squirming with the closeness.
“That was amazing! I really like riding!” I chattered as soon as he lifted me off the bike and removed my helmet. “How long have you had that bike? Did you make it yourself?”
Abraham only grunted.
“Go into the bedroom.”
I practically skipped my way there.
“I can’t believe I’m finally rid of that place! They sucked so much. One time I saw a cockroach there and no one would come kill it so I had to trap it in an empty Chinese takeaway container. How did you get them to let me out of my lease?”
“People like to do what I tell them to,” was all he would say about it. “Now bend over the bed.”
I never thought freeuse would be something I’d be into, but there was something sosatisfyingabout not having to think about it. Or overthink it.
So I instantly bent over his bed and flipped up the bottom of my T-shirt so he could see my silky panties.
He put one hand out and tightened it around the fabric, dragging my panties down my thighs until they were puddled in a wet pile underneath me.
“Spread your thighs.”
My fingers gripped on the bedspread, the contents of my purse all spilled across it in my haste to obey him.
Then I almost choked as the Prez notched the head of his cock at my entrance. Damn, it was big.
I tried to control my breathing as he spread my cheeks and began to press his way in, but I was soon puffing and gasping with each inch. No matter how much I wiggled it felt like he was not going to fit.
And all of a sudden he was in, and I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath before he began rhythmically thrusting, long hard pounds with his cock that seemed to stretch every inch inside.
I considered myself difficult to get off, but the way he was combining spanking my butt with these dominating strokes, meant my whole body was tingling with arousal.
My phone buzzed.
Bridget said she saw you with a very big man today, are you doing all right?
“You can answer,” Abraham rumbled from behind me.
“That’s a very improper thing to do!” I squealed, but grabbing my phone, I did my best to obey.
I’m doing fine, I like big men
Perry answered instantly.
Don’t be ridiculous, she said you were acting very out of character. Riding a motorcycle??
You don’t know me very well. I like men who are big everywhere and ride motorcycles.
My clit was getting ground into the bedding, and I wanted to squirm with the pressure but there was nowhere to go. And heat was starting to pulse in my pussy, soak down my thighs.
Polly, think about your reputation, for God’s sake.
I’m happy to have a reputation for liking big men on motorcycles.
