Chapter 19 #2
His hands had let go of my ass when I scooted to his thighs. They were now running up and down my shoulders and across my upper chest. The look in his eyes told me he wanted to play with my tits, but he was holding strong.
Deciding to give him a tiny bit of relief and reward, I stretched over him to touch his pierced nipples.
His moan and the way he moved showed he enjoyed that minor touch.
Growing bolder, I licked and then sucked one nipple.
With the hoop sucked between my teeth, I clamped on it and tugged.
I didn’t try to tear it free, just give him an erotic pull.
Suddenly, his hands were buried in my hair, molding to my scalp. I glanced up at him.
“Harder. You can tug and suck harder. Make me feel it,” he gasped.
I obliged, and it earned me his cry of pleasure.
I played with them until he was gritting his teeth and his cock was covered in precum.
Unable to stop myself, I wiggled my body further down his until I was eye-level with his impressive cock.
Licking my lips to dampen them, I flicked out my tongue and caught a tongue-full of that deliciousness.
Humming at the goodness of it, I did it again. Then, I sucked the head inside and thrashed his piercing as I sucked and fluttered my tongue all over the head. His hands tightened in my hair, pulling it. That only pushed me to do more.
I lost touch with reality, so I had no idea how long I had been sucking his cock and making him plead and moan.
I wanted him to come in the worst way. He knew I was ready based on the amount of my sticky cream on his legs.
I was weeping everywhere. Abruptly, his fingers tightened to the point of pain as he lifted my head off him.
“I can’t do it any longer. I’ve got to take over,” he demanded. Wildness was evident in his gaze.
Since it was precisely what I desired, I nodded. “Take over.”
When I gave control over to him, Cowboy peeled me off him, laid me aside, then got out of bed. He confused me. He never said a word as he scooped me in his arms and went out of the bedroom. A brisk walk took us to the door that went into the garage.
“Zander, what are we doing here?”
“You’ll see,” was all he said.
After opening the door, he carried me to where his bike was parked. My heart went wild. Was he about to do what I hoped? What he’d told me he’d do one day?
My feet were lowered to the cement floor. We were next to his motorcycle.
“Remember when I fucked you in the tack room?” he asked gutturally. His fist was clenching the base of his cock. It was oozing.
“Y-Yes, I remember,” I croaked.
“I want you to bend over the seat of my bike and present that sweet pussy and ass to me. I need to christen my bike. You’re my two ladies,” he growled.
Whimpering in need, I bent over, placing my stomach and tits on the cool leather seat. I spread my legs and watched him over my shoulder. My wetness was running onto my inner thighs now. I was desperate for him.
“Please, Zander, God, please, fuck me,” I cried.
I swore he made a howling sound in his throat, then I was pinned to the seat as my man grasped my hips and thrust his cock into me.
There was a bite to the stretch that I craved.
I moaned but didn’t ask him to slow down or stop.
He was muttering under his breath. The scrape of his dydoe piercing made me shudder.
His cock was completely swallowed by my pussy, causing both of us to shudder and freeze.
I enjoyed the feel of him stretching me and the utter joy he gave me. I was left to savor it for mere seconds, then he shifted back, dragging his cock with him. I was so sensitive inside that it took next to nothing to push me to release. My hips bucked.
I jumped and cried out in alarm when his hand landed on my bare ass cheek, and he reprimanded me.
“I’m in control. I’ll tell you if I need you to take control. Son of a bitch, this is too good. I’m sorry, Anya. I’ll make it up to you. I swear on my honor.”
“Sorry for what?” I asked, totally lost.
“This,” he hissed, then Cowboy was riding me unlike I ever had. As his pelvis slapped off my ass, I yelled his name long and hard.
I was afraid we’d knock over his motorcycle, but amid the intense thrusting, he assured me it could take it. I was hanging over it, no longer capable of holding myself partially up by my hands on the seat. Suddenly, Cowboy withdrew from me. I wailed in denial and turned my head to look at him.
“No! Don’t stop,” I begged.
“I’m merely adjusting us. Stand up.”
On shaky legs, I did as he commanded. Cowboy gripped my waist, and then I was airborne. Seeing that he wanted me on the bike, I threw my right leg over the seat. This move allowed him to position me astride his bike, facing the handlebars. Cowboy swung up behind me.
“Put your feet on the foot pegs and lift yourself,” he muttered.
It took me two tries to do it. When there was space between my pussy and the bike, he yanked me back toward him, driving his waiting erection back into my pussy.
I sobbed in relief. Then, Cowboy set a rapid pace, sliding my body on and off his cock as I held onto the gas tank. I orgasmed less than a minute later.
My cries echoed in the garage, but Cowboy kept pounding away. He wasn’t releasing. I barely stopped myself from pleading for him to stop. The reason I didn’t was that deep down, I never wanted it to end.
I have no idea how the man did it, but it wasn’t until I tripped into my third climax that he erupted, spilling his warm cum deep in my pussy. I contracted around him repeatedly, drawing out all of his hot cum. When I was finished, I slumped on the tank.
“If you expect me to move off your bike anytime soon, you’re crazy, Zander. I can’t feel my legs.”
He shakily chuckled. “Well, then the brothers will eventually find us because I can’t feel mine either.”
I waved a weary hand. “So be it. I hope they’re jealous when they do,” I mumbled as my eyelids grew heavy.
“Oh, I know they will,” he replied.
I smiled as my eyelids closed.