Chapter 35 #2
“Hands on the handlebars, mama.” She instantly follows my command, her willingness to please me has another rush of blood firing straight to my already painfully hard cock, but I won’t fuck her here, no.
I want her splayed out in my bed, on the couch, in the shower, on the kitchen island, anywhere that she’ll let me have her, I’m willing to take her.
Ana slowly begins to lift her arms above her head, then wraps her hands around the leather grips of the handlebars, her shirt rising further up until her stomach is on show.
The sight of her like this has me wanting to tear right into her pussy, to fuck her hard but I need to take my time with her. She deserves to be worshipped.
“Keep your hands where I can see them, pretty girl, the moment they move, I stop. Understood?” My voice is deep, almost unrecognisable as pure hot lust spreads through my body.
Ana tugs on her bottom lip, the thin skin splitting under the pressure as she nods her head once. “That’s my good girl.” I praise.
My hands find their place at the button on her shorts and I push the metal through the loop and begin to pull down the zip, torturously slow, then slip my fingers through the belt loops and slide her shorts down over her luscious hips, revealing her milky skin inch by inch.
Fuck. She’s perfect.
Ana turns her head away the further I drag her shorts down and I can practically hear the thoughts that are probably bouncing around her head.
“Don’t shy away from me baby, I want your eyes on me as you come all over my fingers.
” After a moment she drags her face away from the crook of her arm, bringing her eyes back to me.
“That’s my good fucking girl. Tell me you’re my good girl.
.” She inhales a sharp breath before repeating the words back to me.
“I’m your good girl.” Her voice is shaky but clear, and I continue to slide her shorts down her legs, her perfect pussy coming into view and my mouth waters at the sight.
I slip one leg out of the shorts, leaving them wrapped around the other, then place my hands on her calves, ascending further up her delicious skin.
She whimpers under my touch, a devilish grin plasters across my face at the sweet little noises she makes.
Slipping my hands down the apex of her thighs I spread her open for me, she’s already soaked, glistening like morning dew on a delicate rose, and she arches her back at the sensation, a deep moan escaping her throat.
I run my tongue over the ridges of my teeth before leaning over her and letting a string of saliva fall onto her pussy from my mouth.
“Uhhh, Dean, please.” She moans my name so beautifully.
“Please what baby, what do you want?” I tease, my wet saliva running between her lips.
“T.. Touch me, please.” She begs and I don’t have the heart to deny her as I keep her spread open with one hand whilst my thumb presses onto her sensitive clit, causing her hips to buck as she spreads her legs wider for me.
I circle her clit until she’s writhing beneath me.
“Oh. Fuck, oh my God.” She grinds against my thumb, chasing for more friction.
“That’s it baby, call out for your God. I’m listening.
” Her eyelids flutter closed, her mouth parting as I pick up speed, her juices pouring out of her pussy.
Keeping my thumb on her clit, I slide two fingers down her centre until the tips of my fingers are pressing against her hole. Easing my fingers inside her, her walls tense and spasm around the digits.
“Relax for me baby, let me in.” I sooth her with my words, and she immediately relaxes at my voice, her tight pussy opening up for me.
I keep giving her clit the attention it deserves whilst pushing my fingers into her until I’m knuckle deep.
She throws her head back, her knuckles turning white as she grips the handlebars, her luscious tits facing skyward, all the while, my cock fucking begs for release in the confines of my pants.
I’ve never been so turned on in all my life, this woman is bringing me to my fucking knees just from the sight of her alone.
I begin to pump my fingers in and out of her, watching the glistening digits disappear into her, getting wetter the more I drive them into her.
“Fuck. Fuck. Don’t stop!” She chants through heavy breaths, and I slip my left arm underneath her back and take her shirt in my teeth, lifting the material until her breasts slip free, all the while my fingers keep a steady rhythm of fucking her.
I nip and suck and bite at her bare skin, placing tender kisses over the scars. She whimpers at the sensation.
“Dean” She breathes out and I lift my eyes, her crystal blues are already looking down at me, I keep the electric contact as I take the time to kiss the marks and scars that cover her skin.
A well of tears begin to form on her lower lids, the different sensations I’m bringing to her, overloading her senses but she needs this, she needs me to give her this. She needs permission to let go.
“You’re safe here baby, let go. Give it to me.
” Her perky tits bounce as I pick up speed, the sopping wet sounds begin to grow louder as I push further into her pussy, my thumb pressing hard onto her clit.
“I’m coming! I’m.. coming!” She cries out, her walls tensing around my fingers as the tears spill down her face, completely breaking apart underneath me.
The sight of her beneath me like this is truly breathtaking.
Ana’s thighs tense around my hips, the handlebars in her hands creak as she grips them tightly as her orgasm fires through her whole body until she’s a limp mess in my arms. I slow my attack on her pussy until my fingers are resting inside of her, her tight walls hugging the digits.
Slipping my arm further underneath her, I bring her body flush to mine, her hands releasing the grip of the handlebars.
The new position has my fingers pushing deeper inside her as she straddles my thighs, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, her bare tits pushing against the fabric of my t-shirt.
She shudders at the friction grazing against her peaked nipples.
My hand splays across her back, my mouth finding the junction between her neck and collarbone as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her again.
She tips her head back, her onyx strands tickling against my hand.
“Uhhh, Dean. I can’t come again, it’s too much.
” She cries out, her body betraying her plea as she begins to grind against my hand, using my fingers to bring her pleasure.
“Yes you can baby, use me, use my hand to fucking come again.” My mouth never leaves her neck as I breathe against her hot, sticky skin.
Pressing the pad of my thumb to her clit again, she bounces on my fingers whilst I dip my head and wrap my lips around her nipple, taking the stiff peak between my teeth.
Her skin is on fire beneath my touch and I can already feel her walls spasming again, her tight pussy clenching around my fingers.
“That’s it mama, come for me again.” She pulls me further into her arms, my cock is screaming at me for release but I refuse to take it out right now, this is about her and when I do come, it’ll be inside her and I won’t waste an ounce of it.
Her moans and cries echo around the open space as she brings herself to climax, her entire body shudders and shakes in my arms as I feel a pool of wetness coat my entire hand.
Once Ana comes back down to earth she rests her forehead against my shoulder, her shoulders rising and falling as she begins to calm her breathing, her warm breath breezing over my neck.
I keep her close to me as I slowly slip my fingers out of her, and she whimpers at the friction, then I bring them between us, pushing the pads of my fingers to her pillowy lips.
“Taste yourself pretty girl.” I demand and she does, she allows me to slip my fingers into her mouth whilst I bring my mouth to hers, the both of us tasting her juices between us.
Her tongue slips over my fingers before meeting mine and I groan into her mouth, my fingers slipping free from her lips until our mouths are crashing together again, the aftertaste of her arousal coats my tongue and I’m desperate for more of her, I’ll never be able to get enough of her now, I’ve had one taste and now I’m addicted.
She’s like the purest drug on the market and I constantly need my fix.
She moans into my mouth and I trap the sound, her fingers gripping tightly into my hair.
A chill rushes over her, and I soon realise how long we’ve been out here for, the cool breeze beginning to pick up, the sky growing darker. I reluctantly break the kiss, but not before I pepper chaste pecks across her cheek.
“We should get going mama, it’s getting cold.
” Her baby blues break away from mine as she spins around to look at the open space.
“I guess I was too preoccupied to notice how long we’d been out here.
” A laugh bubbles free from her mouth and I soak up the sound, never wanting to forget what it sounds like.
“I guess you were.” I smirk at her before helping her slip back into her shorts, then placing the helmet back on her head.
She quickly scrambles back into her designated seat at the back of me, her arms finding their place around my middle.
I flick the gear into first with my foot and press down on the ignition, the rumbling noise of the engine breaking the silence, then I turn to face her again, her eyes shining under the rising moon.
“Let’s go home baby.” She smiles beneath the helmet and nods her head. “Let’s go home.”