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Sliding his hands up my legs, he slips them under my top and up under my bra, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples.

Groaning, I push back into him and feel his hard body right there behind me – a wall of muscle and strength.

He slides his hands back down my torso, and smooths his palms over my ass, squeezing a handful of each globe. Running a finger under the string of my thong, he slips a long, thick, finger inside of me, and we both groan.

“So fucking beautiful. So ready for me.” I clench around his finger and I try and push back into him for more, but there’s nowhere for me to go.

“Alex.” His name is a plea from my lips.

“I know, baby.” He adds another finger, and I arch my back, turning my head to the side to see him. He has to see what he does to me. He needs to see it in my eyes just as I need to see it in his.

I grunt a protest when he takes his hand away, but sigh when he undoes his belt and jeans, pushing them down with his boxers, freeing himself.

And my god, he’s a work of art. A thing of beauty.

The glow of the moon shines down on him and glistens off the beads of white already leaking from the tip of his cock.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Alex strokes himself once, twice, and I can’t help the mewing sounds coming from me. I need to feel him inside of me. I need to know he’s real. He’s with me. That this night isn’t just the best dream I’ve ever had.

Taking a condom from his jeans pocket, the ripping sound sends a shiver down my spine, and I watch him roll it down his length.

He kicks my feet as far apart as they’ll go with my jeans around my ankles, and it feels like an eternity before he’s right there, sliding my thong to the side, and aligning himself at my entrance.

“Hold on, gorgeous,” he says, and I have just enough time to grip the edge of the seat before he thrusts inside of me.

My back arches, and a strangled moan is torn from my throat.

So full. So good.

Gripping my waist to the point of a beautiful pain, Alex growls, and the beast within him takes over.

Taking me hard, my fingers turn white with how hard I’m holding onto the edge of his bike’s seat, praying it’ll hold us up.

With each stroke, he slams into me, hitting that glorious spot that only he knows how to reach.

My legs and arms are shaking as they struggle to keep me upright, but I hold on, knowing I’m so close.

The quiet night is filled with the sounds of my moans and pleas, Alex’s deep groans, and the erotic wet sound of him pumping in and out me.

Our sounds come to a crescendo, and without warning, I’m hit with the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.

Screaming up at the sky, the fire in me rips my body apart and I feel myself breaking apart and floating up to the stars – a ball of burning flames shining bright along with them.

Alex stills behind me, his grip on my waist the only thing keeping me upright as he growls out his own release.

As my body floats back down and pieces itself back together again, Alex pulls out of me and I whimper at the loss.

Him inside of me is like the last puzzle piece slipping into place, making me whole and beautiful – the image complete.

I have no strength left, and so Alex pulls my jeans back up for me and brings me to stand in front of him. Buttoning and zippering them, my eyes lazily blink open and closed, letting him take care of me.

“Let’s go sit for a while.” Kissing me softly, his fastens his jeans and hands me my jacket. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he guides me over to the little dirt path that leads to the lake.

But since there’s only room for us to walk one at a time, he takes my hand, and I have to focus all of my energy on making my feet move in a straight line behind him.

Reaching the sand, Alex lays out his jacket for us to sit on, and I settle between his legs. Leaning back into him, the warmth radiating off of him keeps the chilly night air away.

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