27
Thesun finally peaked from the citys edge, and I shifted us around, wanting her to see the view but refusing to let her out of my arms.
“I can’t remember the last time I watched the sunrise, at least not like this. Thank you for bringing me here. I needed it, especially after everything.”
“It wasn’t all bad, wife,” I said, kissing her neck. She leaned her head back and looked up at me.
“No, it wasn’t.”
Tilting her chin, I dipped down to kiss her. “What happened?” I asked. Her eyes were still closed, the whisper of a smile curling her lips. “You and me, what changed?”
“Don’t be a mood killer, Cain, and just fucking kiss me.”
I laughed against her mouth, smoothing my hands farther down her body until I had a handful of each ass cheek. Giving her a little squeeze, I hoisted her onto my waist.
“I’m going to fuck you on my bike, vicious.” Amalia shuddered in my arms and kissed me harder, grinding that sweet little pussy over my abdomen.
I carried her back to where I’d left the bike and lowered her to the ground. “Take off my belt.”
“You give a lot of orders,” she said, hiking up the front of my shirt, running her lips along my stomach, and setting every inch of me on fire. “Maybe you should ask nicely.”
“Okay.” I fisted the top of her hair and yanked her head back. “Take off my belt, wife.”
With a grin, she slowly reached up, unhooking the black leather and grabbing my cock. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back as she stroked, then fell to her knees.
Amalia pumped my length and ran her tongue in circles around the tip before taking me fully into her mouth.
The sound of an engine approaching caused her to pause, and our eyes met as we waited to see if anyone would be coming around the bend. But the car sputtered and then took off for one reason or another.
“Would have been caught with your pants down, Cain. At least you have a pretty cock.”
Tipping my head, I gripped her hair tighter and warred against the urge to come inside her mouth and watch as I dripped from the corners of her lips. So I let her suck me off until my balls tightened and tugged her back, needing to lose myself inside her.
“Hands on the bike.” Amalia did as she was told and looked over her shoulder as I shoved the fabric of her black skirt up over her ass. The pink thong she wore was nothing but a sinful piece of cloth buried between her plump cheeks. “This is cute,” I said, slipping a finger beneath the T and giving it a slight tug. Before she could say anything, I used my other hand to grip both sides of the lace and pull until the fabric gave.
“You ripped it.”
“Looks like I did.”
“How am I supposed to ride back home?”
“If you leave a mess on my seat, vicious, you’ll just have to clean it.”
“I could,” she moaned as I slid two fingers over her clit. “But I’d much rather see you do it.”
Amalia squealed when I suddenly lifted her by the waist and laid her on her back, over the seat. She reached above her head and gripped the handlebars, looking like a vision from heaven.
Shoving her cami up over her tits, I leaned in to swipe my tongue across a tight nipple.
“How strong is that kickstand?” she asked, closing her eyes as I licked my way to her other breast, and reached under her skirt.
“I guess we’re about to find out.”
Her fingers clenched the front of my shirt as she hauled me down and kissed me. “Good answer.”
I grinned and circled her clit with my thumb. “A test?”
“Maybe,” she hissed, back arched as I slipped inside her.
“Baby, there’s only ever been you.”
My lips moved over her abdomen with hard, open-mouthed kisses. I needed her to understand, she was the only woman occupying space in my thoughts. The only one I craved and wanted by my side. And the one quickly consuming my heart.
“So what you’re really saying is I get to pop another one of your cherries?”
I chuckled into the crook of her neck and squeezed her breast as I dragged my mouth to her nipple.
“I almost feel like this is a new challenge,” I said, hooking my fingers inside her and thrusting until her lips parted and her knuckles whitened against the handlebars. “How many new places can I fuck my wife?”
“Sounds like a fun game,” she managed to mutter as I put pressure on her clit.
Caught off guard, my eyes widened when Amalia grabbed my cock and pumped me as I slid a third finger inside her.
Cars could be heard in the distance, and some were close enough to catch a glimpse of us from the road. But when we were together, nothing else mattered. My only goal was to claim her, taste her, and ensure she was properly fucked and satisfied.
“Let go, baby,” I groaned as her pussy clenched around me.
The sight of her coming on my bike nearly had me busting in her hand.
It was fucking beautiful. As much as I enjoyed watching her come down from her high, the need to be inside her was damn near painful.
I lifted her like my little fuck doll and flipped her onto her into her stomach, climbing on the bike behind her.
“What are you doing?” she asked between heavy breaths.
“I said I would fuck you on my bike.” I shoved her forward and readjusted my pants, pulling out my cock. “And I plan on following through. Now, scoot your ass back toward me.”
“What if we fall over?”
“You think I’d let you fall?”
She regarded me, looking over her shoulder, with an easy smile. “No…because you don’t want me to cut off that dick of yours.”
“Neither do you.”
“Touche.”
Her playful expression shifted when my hand wound around her neck. I pulled her upright and ran the edges of my teeth on her shoulder.
“Amalia?”
“Mm?” Her eyes were hooded, head falling back.
“You’re mine,” I growled into her ear as I helped her ease onto my cock.
“Yeah? Show me, Kai. Fuck me like I’m yours. Only yours.”
With a hand on her hip, I thrust inside her. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, and I hoped not to catch my dick on this goddamn zipper, but being buried so deep, fucking her on my bike, was well worth the effort. Every pump sent her body forward as she braced herself on the dash. Taking it all like a fucking champ. Her moans rose every time her clit rubbed against the ridges of my seat, serving to drive into her harder.
Releasing her neck for a brief moment, I reached under Amalia’s cami and cupped her breast, squeezing as I increased my pace.
“Is that…the best…you got?” she taunted between thrusts, peering back with a grin and her bottom lip tucked tightly between her teeth.
I chuckled and put more pressure on my feet for better leverage, pushing her forward, a position that gave me a clear view of her tight little asshole. We hadn’t gone there yet, but it was certainly on the list.
“Don’t tempt me. This slick cunt of yours tells a different story.” I leaned over her back and whispered in her ear. “My seat is a goddamn mess, vicious. And I can’t wait to watch you lick it clean.”
Both of my hands were around her throat as I bucked harder, feeling the pressure coil in my balls. I had run out of patience for her counterthrusts, so I slammed her down on my cock, and her moans and gasps fell in tune with each stroke.
Nothing would ever compare to the feeling of being inside this woman. Every cell in my body was electrified, hard-wired to all the little noises that fled her quivering lips.
“K-Kai,” she choked out, unable to form a coherent sentence the tighter I squeezed and the harder I fucked.
Amalia’s movements had slowed, her muscles loosening, and I knew she was on the verge of passing out, so I reached around and found her swollen clit. It wasn’t long before she cried out, her pussy clenching around me like a vise as loud groans echoed against the tree line. I broke with one more thrust, pumping until my legs gave out and my fingers imprinted on her skin.
Moments later, I reluctantly climbed off and tugged my shirt over my head, using the damn thing as a cum rag. I glanced up and caught Amalia watching me, still sprawled over the dash, cheeks bright pink and looking every bit like a woman who’d been properly fucked.
Walking over to her, I offered my hand as she sat up. “Lean back,” I instructed, my eyes never straying from her beautiful pussy where I saw myself already leaking out. “Fuck.”
With a devious little grin, she hiked her legs higher, letting them fall open.
“My wife—fucked, swollen, and dripping with my cum.”
I touched her face and kissed her red lips while using my shirt to clean her up, remembering to wipe in a downward motion.
“You still expect me to take care of this?” she asked, stepping off the bike and motioning to the wrecked seat.
“Nah,” I said, swiping at the black leather before tossing my shirt toward the embankment.
“Littering on this beautiful piece of land, Mr. Cain?”
“It’ll be fine. Come on. Let’s go home.”
Home.