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She screams so sweetly, begs so prettily. I pry her cheeks apart and devour that tasty little hole too. She shouts in surprise, wailing my name into the world.
"Don't pretend you don't like it, Jessie baby," I growl, jiggling my tongue against that tight ring of muscle. "You went wild when I had my thumb in there last night."
"I…I…" She trails off and cries out my name, splayed across my bike like my own personal sacrifice. Shit, she might as well be. I plucked her from heaven, didn't I? Brought her right down to hell. Her pussy floods as her orgasm washes over her.
I growl her name and thrust into her, bottoming out. Her inner muscles clench and convulse all up and down my shaft, driving me out of my mind. I grip her shoulder and pound into her, snarling like a wild beast. As soon as I shove my hand between us, homing in on her clit, she goes off like a powder keg again. Her cries ring in my ears, echoing around us.
I roar her name, the tight clench of her cunt ripping my own orgasm from me. She milks the cum from me, draining my balls with every little flutter of her pussy. Until I'm the one wrung out and gasping for breath. I slump over her, trying to catch my breath. My heart pounds against her back, each heavy beat spelling out her name.
"Thought we weren't doing that again today," she mumbles.
"We're not. Starting now."
She laughs quietly, burying her face in the crook of her arm.
"What happened to your dad?" Jessie asks, walking around my living room an hour later. She bends to examine a picture of me and my dad, smiling gently.
"Wrecked out when I was twelve."
She glances at me over her shoulder, sadness muting the bright hue of her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"It was a long time ago."
"That doesn't make it suck any less, Devil."
"I know, little one." I push away from the wall and stride toward her, shoving my hand into her back pocket. "He was a helluva dad. Taught me everything I know about bikes and riding."
"What about your mom?"
"Never knew her. She bailed when I was a baby," I admit. "She was a groupie. My dad got her pregnant during the motocross championships one year. I guess she thought he'd put a ring on it. When that didn't happen, she dropped me off at my grandmother's one day and peaced out."
"Wow. She never came back?"
"A few times. It never lasted long."
"I'm sorry." She slips an arm around my waist, hugging me.
My heart squeezes in my chest. She's as sweet as she is fierce. "What about your parents, little one? You and Risk lost them in an accident a few years ago?"
"Yeah." She sighs sadly. "They got hit by a drunk driver."
"I'm sorry, baby." I press my lips to her temple.
"Me too. I still miss them."
"Risk raised you?"
"Sort of," she says.
I shoot her a questioning look.
She picks up a picture of my grandma, running her fingers over the image. "I finished high school just a few months after they died and started college the next fall. But he's always looked out for me." She smiles wistfully. "He drives me crazy sometimes, but he means well."
"He loves you."
"I know. I love him too. I just wish he wouldn't worry about me so much. He's always been so busy taking care of me that he never really lived his own life." She places the photo of my grandmother back on the shelf. "I'm really glad he finally met someone. He deserves a life of his own."
"She'll keep him busy," I say with a chuckle. "She's a badass."
