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The look and sound of her satisfaction suddenly make me want her in a way I’ve never had her before. I want to feel her ass milk my cock. I want to make her come again by fucking her that way. I look at her intently, and, my voice husky, I tell her to hold on.
The next few moments are a blur, and I flip her over, once again positioning her hands so that she’s grasping the handlebars of the motorcycle. This time her tits dangle over the seat, and the bike lifts a little when I stand. I cover one of her hands with my own, and before she has a chance to protest, my cum-coated cock is nudging at her ass. It is such a tiny little hole, and the head presses against it for just a moment before it bores its way into her, and I slap my other hand over hers, holding her trapped beneath me while I drill my way into her ass.
“It’s so big,” she moans, pressing down against the seat of the bike with her pussy and swiveling her hips in an effort to adjust to the sensation of stretching so hugely. I chuckle throatily and take advantage of the situation, driving forward and into her hot ass.
My mouth’s next to her ear, and I bite at the lobe as I feel my balls finally come to rest against her sopping slit. “Feels just right to me.” My tongue leaves a wet streak along the outline of her ear, and I begin swinging my hips to plunge into her again and again.
The pressure of my pounding makes Mindi’s pussy rub against the seat of the bike, dragging her poor, tortured clit back and forth on the leather. I hunch over her as if riding her, one hand now pawing at an exposed tit with heedless ferocity while I strive to relieve the ecstatic pressure building in me. The bike’s springs squeaked softly beneath our rutting bodies. A twinge comes from my balls, and I twist my hips, screwing into her.
“Ah-Ah,” I murmur hypnotically in shortening exclamations. The hot suction of her tight ass and the animal way she’s groaning takes me over the edge. The tingle in my balls explodes into a bright heat, and for a moment, my vision goes white, my fingers on Mindi’s tit digging into the flesh, my hips hitching me forward until I’m utterly pressed against her, spewing jets of creamy white-hot cum into her ass.
Mindi is delirious. She is so close. As my convulsive thrusts slow and stop, I use my thumb and rub her clit with punishing friction. She writhes against my hand, her breath coming in hard pants as she gets off again.
It takes several moments before we’re able to do anything more than gasp for breath. I finally pull back and fix my clothing while Mindi struggles to her feet and pulls up her pants.
“Jesus,” she pants. “It’s never been like that for me.”
“Me either,” I admit with a grin. “Must be engagement sex.”
Mindi laughs and runs her fingers through her hair. “If this is what engagement sex is like, why did we wait so long?”
I look at her, her hair wild and a satisfied smirk on her face. There are wet spots on my jeans, the smell of sex permeates the night air, and my bike has never been used in such a manner. While I don’t regret the round of explosive sex we just had, I do regret not making love to her in our bed.
“I’m sorry, sweetness,” I tell her with a smile. “You deserve a lot better than a dirty fuck for engagement sex.”
Mindi shakes her head. “Don’t you dare apologize, Fist. I thoroughly enjoyed the dirty fuck. But if you think we should have a redo, just let me know.” Her smile is slow and feminine and full of promise.
I smile back. “We still have a little time before we have to head back. Let’s see if we can be sweet and slow this next time.”
16
Mindi
It’s been two days since that energetic interlude at the park. Fist fucked me into oblivion and back again, and I loved every precious minute of it. He asked me not to say anything until he could talk to his father, and now he’s coming into the kitchen with a smile.
He pulls me into the well-stocked pantry after giving me a kiss that leaves me breathless and tells me that his father is ecstatic about our engagement. Since we have his blessing, we’re free to tell everyone and anyone else. Fist then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little black velvet box.
Dropping to one knee, he asks me once again to marry him. “I promise to always try to make you happy,” he tells me as he flips open the box. Nestled inside is a ring that makes me gasp and cover my mouth with my hands.
It’s a flawless, two-carat, square-cut diamond on a wide platinum band, surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds. It’s gorgeous and so much more than I deserve.
I tell him so with tears in my eyes.
“That’s just bullshit,” he tells me bluntly. “You deserve every jewel in the world. So you like the ring?”
“Like it? I love it!” I exclaim. “Thank you, baby!” I hold out my hand, and he slips the ring on my finger. It’s a perfect fit. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“When do you want to have the wedding?” he asks me as we step out of the pantry and back into the kitchen.
“As soon as possible,” I reply. “Will next Saturday be too soon?”
Fist’s grin is wide. “Not soon enough, if you ask me. But that’ll be fine. We can get Steel to marry us—you haven’t met him yet, but he’s ordained. We’ll have it at the lodge on Monroe property unless you want something else.”
I shake my head. “The lodge sounds perfect. I do want a wedding dress, and we’ll need a marriage license.”
“We can get the license easily enough, and if you’re getting a dress, I suppose I can get a suit.”
“I think we’ve got the main points hammered out. Now you just tell me the time, and I’ll be there to walk down the aisle to you.”
