Chapter Thirteen
Sunny
My breath catches in my throat, and my pussy throbs with desire.
I’ve never been compared to the stars before.
.. “But we’re out in public,” I say. “We’re outside.
” Bones’s hand finds its way under my dress, and I moan the second her fingers dip beneath my panties and graze my clit.
“Oh, Bones...” Who am I kidding? I need this woman’s touch like fire craves oxygen.
I burn for Maria in a way I’ve never felt with anyone before.
As ecstasy washes over me, I can’t help but throw my head back, leaning into the railing as she plays with me.
Feather light at first, she teases, drawing out my agony and pleasure until I’m panting and writhing.
Desperate, I thrust my pussy at her, willing her to speed and frenzy.
“Please,” I beg. “Oh, god.” The words fall from my lips like a sacrilegious prayer as my own slick coats my inner thighs.
Bones pushes me nearer and nearer to the edge, playing my pussy like an instrument that was made just for her. “Good girl,” she says, her voice thick with lust. “I want you to moan for me, nice and loud. I want to hear you, sunshine.”
Holy fuck. I have no idea how it’s possible, but Bones continues to one-up her game without fail.
She is the very epitome of a strong, powerful, and sexy independent woman.
With her dark eyes and hair, skin-tight riding gear, tattoos, and attitude, she is literally what girl fantasies are made of.
Her beautiful full lips beg me to join her in sin, and her perfectly firm, and fit body feels so right against my softness that my panties are already soaked through.
“Oh, my god,” I whimper, before latching onto her neck like a possessive vampire.
With my arms around her shoulders, I bite down in a wanton frenzy, sucking at her flesh, drawing the blood to the surface of her skin, and marking her as mine.
Heat consumes me as I moan loudly. I revel in the taste of her, and in the not-so-subtle reveal of the pleasure-seeking, cheeky, little brat I am deep down—beyond the sweet smiles and bouncy persona.
“Fuck,” Bones swears before ramping up her perfect villainy to vicious new heights. “You fucking bit me.”
When I pull back to meet her gaze, I can taste the tang of blood on my lips as my tongue darts out. “And what are you going to do about it?” I ask, dragging my tongue along the length of my lower lip.
The Latina’s dark eyes bore into my soul, and she smirks with deviant delight. “Oh, baby. You are what dreams are made of. You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into...”
She crushes me against the railing, her hand sending me to Heaven, while the sharp pang of her teeth in my flesh reminds me that there’s a Hell .
.. and that I might like it. I’m not religious, but I believe in balance and karma.
I don’t know what kind of shit we both pulled to be thrust into each other’s lives like this, but whatever it was—Fate, Destiny, or the maddened fever dreams of a long-forgotten deity—I’m thankful for it. I’ve never felt more alive in my life!
As Bones sucks the skin of my throat, my rapture grows until my pussy quakes and shudders, contracting with wave after wave of brutal bliss. “Maria!” I cry out, my voice shrill and strained. Warmth floods my already sodden panties, and I feel my legs go out from under me. Holy fuck!
Maria holds me fast, supporting my weight with her own. “Good girl,” she whispers again, nipping at my earlobe as I pant like a voluptuous little bitch on the come down.
Her growly, sexy praise is the beating heart of me now.
I feel it as keenly as I do the salty sea air on my face, or the heat of Bones’s tongue trailing down my neck to where blood broke the skin.
She tongues the superficial wound before kissing me—forcing me to taste it.
She probes me, exploring my mouth at her leisure as stars begin to glitter behind my eyelids.
“Maria...” I breathe as she withdraws, taking a step back from me.
An immediate whimper of panic and need escapes me, and I reach out, still leaning on the railing of the pier for support.
“That was just the beginning, baby girl. Now, take off your panties,” she instructs.
Her tone of voice expects obedience, and I find I can’t deny her.
I’m not afraid of her domination or her intense and lustful brand of love.
I ache for it ... and I burn for her. With only a heartbeat’s hesitation, I swallow hard and carefully roll the wet fabric down my thick thighs and over my knees, before they fall around my pale ankles in a twisted mess.
“Give them to me.” Her dark eyes are feral with desire, intense and blazing, yet eternal like the pitch black of the Void.
I lick my lips, then slip off my red flip flops, retrieving my matching panties.
Breathing hard, I extend my arm again, the glistening cotton pinched between my fingers.
Bones leaves me hanging a minute, holding my lacey panties in the breeze .
.. at the end of a pier. “Here,” I prompt with a grimace, a tiny trickle of vulnerability and embarrassment finding its way into my mind.
The beautiful and dominant biker takes them from me, inhaling the scent of my pussy mingled with ecstasy. “These are mine now,” she says before she pockets them, stashing them in her leather jacket with a satisfied, almost manic grin.
“What now?” I ask, swinging my hips suggestively as the sea breeze reminds me just how wet I am.
Bones smirks, and my insides pulse in response. “Climb up on the first rail, then bend over and hold on tight,” she says. “It’s time to get up close and personal with the view.”
I hold her gaze for ten long seconds, my heartbeat pumping in my ears before I submit and turn around.
As I climb up onto the wooden railing, and bend over at the hips, I hang over the deep blue below.
My position feels precarious and exposed, but I can feel the structure holding my weight is strong and sound.
A moment later the swinging, nineteen-fifties-style skirt of my dress blows up, revealing my pale, chubby ass to the night sky and all its companions.
“Oh, my god!” I gasp as a brisk chill cools my hot, aching pussy.
“Just beautiful,” Bones says from behind me, her voice dripping with liquid seduction.
She gropes my ass appreciatively, a lush cheek cradled in each inked hand.
Then, with a deliciously sexy growl, she pries me apart, exposing my puckered hole without ceremony.
“God, damn. Every fucking inch of you is just beautiful, even your rosy little asshole.”
Butterflies high on lust run riot in my belly as my face burns with heat and my heart races.
I feel nervous and vulnerable all at once, but I’ve never experienced such an adrenaline rush in my life!
My god. I want to be her little whore. Her little girl.
.. and I want it so bad that I’m willing to risk humiliation and public indecency to make it happen!