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“I’ll have to remember that.” He gently sets the camera down beside the bike, and the anticipation of what he will do next causes me to moan.
He leans over, his erection pressing between my legs, and I roll my hips, pushing further into him. It might have taken Cash a while to give into me, but once he did, he is unrestrained, unbridled, whatever you want to call it, and I’m loving every minute of it.
With a groan, he presses a kiss to the center of my chest, pulling down the other side of my bra. I unlink the straps from my arms so I can run my fingers through his hair as his mouth descends on me, pulling and teasing my nipple between his teeth until I am a writhing mess beneath him.
“Cash,” I moan his name, and pull his lips to meet mine.
I devour his mouth as if I could climb inside while quickly lifting the shirt from his body, needing to feel his skin against mine. My hands move over his hard chest, and I explore lower to reach the tender skin of his belly, the muscles twitching under my touch, and I tug on the waistband of his joggers. The barrier is too much; I need to feel more of him. I need him in me, now.
“God, I want you to fuck me so bad,” I whine.
He pulls his mouth away. “I know,” he says darkly, as if he’s torturing me on purpose.
Our breaths mingle, hot and heavy, as he runs his hands down my hair.
When he leans back, I feel the loss of his body against mine. His stomach muscles tighten, dipping in. He lifts my other leg, unlacing my boot and taking it off, letting it fall to the ground with a thud.
He hooks his fingers under the waistband of my shorts. My stomach tightens as I lift my hips so he can slide them down. My whole body is tight like a rubber band ready to snap.
I’m exposed, completely naked, lying on his bike while he drinks me in and it makes me feel powerful and wanted. His eyes roam over my body, leaving licks of flame that are mirrored in his eyes. My lips part as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. Maneuvering his body, he pushes his pants down as much as the position will allow, letting his erection spring free. My eyes settle on his cock, resting against the perfect, smooth muscle of his stomach, and I can’t look away as he rolls the condom on.
He is a handsome, tempting devil in Converse with eyes that own me. I squirm, watching the muscles of his chest flex and his biceps strain as he works his thumb over my clit. My hips roll in response, bucking against him. I can’t stop watching him as he takes my pleasure as his own. I moan and grind against him, licking my lips as he reaches behind and pulls my thigh against his ribs, letting my calf rest on his shoulder. When he leans over me, my thigh moves higher, giving him greater access to slide his cock against my already sensitive sex.
My stomach quivers the more he teases, and I grab onto his hips, trying to pull him into me.
“You make me do very - bad - things,” he says into my mouth, and then pushes deep inside me.
I suck in a breath, feeling the fullness of him. It satisfies the ache but replaces it with a need to have all of him, any way that I can get him. I snake my arms around him and whisper into his hair. “You’ve never fucked a girl on your bike before?”
He shakes his head, thrusting harder inside of me. “You’re the first,” he says, looking down at me, his body rippling with each movement.
“I like being your first.” I let my hand roam over his back, feeling his muscles move as he rocks his hips, balancing me and the bike with expertise.
“You’re the first for a lot of things.”
His eyes glisten with lust in the darkening space between us. When he leans back, gripping my hips, he fucks me harder, unrestrained, losing himself in me. I feel the depth of him, and the building tension is too much. I can’t help but call out his name.
“I love the way you sound when I fuck you.” His words cause hot embers to make their way up my body.
His thumb circles my clit, tempting and teasing me, bringing me to the edge and back. I whimper, notforhim butbecauseof him. The louder I get, the harder he thrusts into me. I rock my hips with him until I can’t stand it any longer and pull myself up, resting my bare feet on the foot pegs of the motorcycle, wrapping my body around him. He palms my ass, pulling me further onto his lap, thrusting upward, our bodies rocking together. I lock eyes with him, my hands roaming over his back and gripping his hair, pulling on the blonde strands.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I rock harder against him.
I’m in such a state of rapture that I can’t think straight. His head dips down while I lean back, trailing heated kisses down my neck and capturing my nipple. My stomach tightens as if there is a direct cord traveling from my core to my breast. There is a building storm starting at my center and working its way through my veins. I pull him up to my lips but my brain is slow to send signals, and once I kiss him, I can’t stop, languishing in the taste of him as he swallows my cries.
His kisses are like the ocean, pulling me under, and I am so wrapped up in him, so far gone, I will never be able to come back up for air. I don’t want to. This man has branded me, made me his, and I never want to breathe again unless he is my air. He fucks me faster and I buck against him.
“I’m close,” I whisper into his mouth, not wanting him to stop.
“I know, baby,” he whispers back, running his hands down my hair and holding my face to his as his tongue parts my lips. The urgency is so great, our bodies grinding against each other, sweat dripping down my neck and into the valley of my breasts.
My orgasm comes on so suddenly, ripping through me like a bolt of lightning. He doesn’t stop thrusting into me though, intensifying the feeling as my walls clench around him. He opens his mouth in a silent cry, leveling his gaze upon me. His sweet face and soulful eyes bore into me, and I’m gone. I’m so gone for this man.
“Fuck,” he groans and kisses me, our lips barely moving but suspended in the moment. This connection I can’t deny is intense, and sweet.
Once he comes to his senses, he devours me, tongue and teeth mashing together until his body gives out and stills inside of me. He runs his hand through my hair, smoothing down the tangled and sweaty pieces.
Our breaths are heavy, chests heaving, as we come down from our high.
