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Sparing a glance in my side mirror, I see a black SUV slowly coming this way and I sigh, hating to disrupt our moment. Oakley braces against my shoulder and tries to pull away, but I hold onto her tighter, refusing to let her move. “Don’t even think about it,” I tell her, reaching around her with my other arm to take hold of the throttle. “Hold on.”
I take off and she squeals, gripping onto me with everything she’s got as we leave the black SUV behind. She laughs and grins at me, hair flying around her face, but she doesn’t dare stop riding me. “Holy shit,” she beams, yelling over the rumble of the bike. “This is insane.”
Fucking amazing is what it is. Just the thought of her fucking me while riding is making my cock strain painfully inside her, so fucking close to the edge.
She grinds against me, her pussy squeezing around my cock as she carefully leans to the side, not blocking my view of the road. She starts taking me harder and faster when I notice the black SUV follow us around the bend.
I watch it closely, not wanting to alarm Oakley. Running into other vehicles on the road is expected. Having them possibly make the same turn is a coincidence, but having them follow you when you have the most wanted chick in the city riding your cock . . . well, that just won’t do.
Maintaining my speed, I take a left and then another, doubling back in the direction we just came while desperately trying not to come as I wait to see what the SUV does. Anyone minding their own business would continue on, but someone trying to tail us would follow me right around the bend.
“Oh God,” my little Firefly moans, her face dropping into the crook of my neck as she rides my cock like a fucking queen, my whole body becoming putty in her hands.
She’s so fucking wet for me, loving the extra thrill just as much as I do. Behind us, the SUV takes the left, and I fear that this is about to take a turn for the worst. “Firefly,” I grunt, clenching my jaw as my cock jolts inside her.
Her head lifts from my neck, her eyes glassy with pure satisfaction, but meeting my eyes, she stops moving. “What is it?” she calls over the sound of the engine, whipping her head to the side to try and keep her hair from flying around her face.
“I need you not to panic and reach into my pocket.” Her brows furrow, and I spare a glance into my side mirror, watching as the SUV’s headlights appear through the darkness. “Get my phone and call Zade. Tell him we’re being followed.”
“WHAT?” Her eyes widen, looking over my shoulder to see the same SUV from the red light. Her whole body clenches, including her pussy, and I swear, she almost cuts off the circulation to my cock.
“Do it now, Firefly. And when you’re done, I’m going to need you to reach for my gun.”
“Fuck. Okay.”
Oakley slips her hand into my pocket and quickly grabs my phone, but trying to unlock it with one hand isn’t easy while flying through the streets with my cock still buried deep inside her. Her hair flies around both of our faces, obstructing my view of the road, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
She finally gets the phone unlocked and hastily finds Zade’s contact before shoving it against her ear as I take a right turn, sending us back in the direction of the penthouse. She shakes her head, her panicked stare flashing to mine. “I can’t hear anything,” she calls over the rumble of the bike.
“He’ll answer,” I promise.
She waits just a moment before her eyes widen a little further. “Zade?” she calls, her brows furrowed, not sure if she’s actually hearing him. “Zade? Can you hear me?” She looks at me in a panic. “FUCK,” she grunts before continuing anyway. “We’re being followed by a black SUV.”
Oakley pauses, straining to hear when we fly over a bump and the phone falls straight out of her hand, smashing into a million pieces on the road. “SHIT!”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “He’s coming. Now, grab my gun. It’s down by my right leg. There’s a small compartment. You’ll have to open the latch.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she mutters, gripping onto me with everything she’s got as she claws her way down my body, her pussy twisting over my cock. I try to hold onto her as best I can, more than aware of what could happen if her hair were to get caught in the engine.
Oakley’s fingers work the small latch, and before I know it, she’s climbing her way back up with the gun in her hand. “Now what?” she says, wide-eyed.
