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With each stroke I was stretched open one slow inch at a time, and I savored each one of them. Methodically, his massive girth slid in and out, bringing with it a sensation unlike anything I’d ever had the pleasure of feeling.

His cock was huge, but somehow it fit me perfectly. When we stopped fucking, and that day would eventually come, I feared I’d be ruined from ever finding anyone that could provide the level of sexual satisfaction Baker offered me.

At that moment, however, I didn’t want to think about not fucking him.

My back pounded against the wall as he fucked me, and fucked me, and fucked me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to become immersed in the pleasure his thick cock gave me. Being fucked by Baker made me mindless, and I loved it. My surroundings seemed to diminish to nothing, leaving me hypersensitive to his every touch.

I opened my eyes. Eventually, his gaze met mine. I studied his face as his breathing changed from predictable to becoming choppy and unexpected. From my aching nipples to my swollen clit, a tingling began, increasing in intensity as it ran through me.

I felt his cock swell. The tell-tale sign of a man reaching orgasm, the feeling brought me to the brink of climax. The sounds of the traffic, his breathing, and our skin slapping together diminished to nothing. All that remained was the magical feeling of being filled with his dick.

As he reached peak of sexual satisfaction, the sounds of his pleasure pierced the silence. Almost immediately they were overshadowed by my own moaning. Certain the impending orgasm was going to be the one that ended my life, I took a tremendous chance. It was a risk, no doubt, but one that made perfect sense in my mindless state.

I raked my fingers through his hair, gripped the back of his head in my hands, and planted a kiss on him that made his kiss look like child play.

With our lips locked in a kiss and our tongues intertwined, we reached climax together. He erupted inside of me at the same time I began to shake from head to toe from the orgasm that took control of me.

When the convulsions ended, and the sound of our heavy breathing returned, I looked at him. It was easy to wish that something else was happening. That there was something between us that only we could share.

But there wasn’t.

We were just fucking.

I was simply enjoying it more than I ever had before.

13

Baker

I lifted my goggles and inspected the weld. Beside it, along the length of the motorcycle’s fender, the paint was burned off from the many times I’d made the same repair.

“It’s a good-looking weld.” I looked at Cash. “Might hold this time.”

Sitting backward on his Harley Wide-Glide wearing a doubtful look, he glanced at the repaired fender and shook his head. “You said that the last four times you welded it. Needs a buffer between the fender mounts and the fender, if you ask me. Gonna keep breaking over and over. It’s old technology. Come on over to the twenty-first century. Bikes have shocks now.”

I set the goggles aside. “I’ll just keep welding it back together.”

He waved a dismissive hand toward me. “Time to get rid of that piece of shit. MC President with a shitty old bike makes you fit a stereotype. Every MC President has a dilapidated hardtail. It’s not like you to conform to society’s expectation. Get rid of the motherfucker.”

I’d never conform to society’s expectations. The Sportster was different. It was sentimental. I looked it over. It was ugly, but I couldn’t ever see getting rid of it.

I raked my fingertips along the worn gas tank. “I’ve had it forever.”

“Time for a change. Fucker looks like shit. Fucker runs like shit. Fucker sounds like shit. It’s a pile of shit, Baker.” He gestured toward the dozens of motorcycles that the six of us owned collectively. “See anything else that resembles that junkety fucker?”

I didn’t need to look. My Sportster hardtail was one of a kind in all respects, including ugliness. It was the first Harley I’d ever purchased, and the one that ignited my love of riding. I grinned. “Nope.”

“Maybe it’s what’s giving you the headaches. Probably got your spinal cord pinched between a couple of slipped disks. I’m tellin’ ya, get a Dyna or a bagger.” He snapped his fingers. “Headaches will disappear just like that.”

I hadn’t had a headache since I started fucking Andy. I didn’t want to admit it, but it appeared Cash’s belief in whacking off was spot-on. I lifted my leg over my seat and sat down on the vintage bike. “Have you ever fucked a chick that had a pussy that drove you mad?”

“All pussy drives me crazy. What do you mean?”

“Pussy that’s just, I don’t know, better.”

He leaned against his handlebars and swept his hair out of his face. “Thought we were talking about you gettin’ a new bike. What, now we’re on to twat talk?”

“Just asking a question.”