19. Emma
Chapter nineteen
Emma
Later That Night…
The night sky crackles with thunder around us as we pull into a clearing overlooking the river.
The bike shuts off, leaving us immersed in a thick, almost electric silence.
You can hear the steady tick of the engine cooling down, each sound echoing in the stillness.
Thunder rumbles overhead, illuminating the night sky every so often.
When lightning crackles, it casts a strange purple glow on the heavy, looming clouds, promising a massive storm.
The wind picks up every so often, swaying the branches of the overhanging trees, their leaves rustling and dancing in the gusts.
The scent of rain is thick in the air, mixing with the earthy aroma of the riverbank.
The atmosphere feels charged, as if the world is holding its breath, waiting for the downpour to unleash itself and wash everything clean.
The darkness feels alive, punctuated by flashes of lightning and the subtle movement of shadows across the clearing, as if nature itself is gearing up for something big.
Trey taps my thigh, signaling for me to dismount.
Using his broad shoulders for leverage, I swing my leg off the bike, dismount, and take a step back, giving him room to do the same.
He puts the kickstand down, and he looks like he glides off the bike with practiced ease that seems too smooth.
He stands in front of me, slipping his ringed hand into my hair and tugging at the nape.
“We are going to have to make this quick, Pet. This storm is going to hit soon.”
“Well then, what are we waiting for, big guy?” Trey growls low in his chest. The next bolt of lightning splits the sky, illuminating us for a fleeting second, wild and exposed beneath the storm’s fury.
The roughness in Trey’s voice grounds me even as the wind whips around us.
My heart pounds with the thrill of surrender and the anticipation of the rain, adrenaline mingling with desire as I wait for him to take control—here under the crackling sky, there is no one but us and the promise of the storm about to break.
“Drop your pants, darlin’. Hands on the seat. Show me what’s mine.”
I don’t waste a second and scurry to do as I am told. I trust this man beyond measure. If he told me to jump, I know I should probably jump. I unbutton my jeans, shimmying them down over my ass, swaying my hips more than need be to give him a little show.
I peek over my shoulder and watch as he stares transfixed at my ass.
His bulging arms ripple as he snaps off his belt.
Seeing him standing there in his Kutte reminds me of the power this Viking of a man is backed by.
My pussy clenches in anticipation of what is to come.
Once I’ve dropped my jeans, I place my hands on the warm leather seat of his motorcycle.
I shake my ass back and forth, taunting the bull.
I feel him step up behind me, his massive black boots crunching the twigs and leaves in his wake with each step closer.
The sky lets out a loud crack just as he smacks my ass, causing me to jerk forward and yelp.
He squeezes the ass cheek he just slapped and gives it a little shake.
He bends down over the top of me, bites my ear, and growls.
“You are playing with fire, pet. Don’t forget Daddy is the one in charge here.” I moan at the feeling of him crowding me in his dominating presence. He reaches one hand up and tweaks my nipple through my shirt. I begin rocking my ass back on his still covered dick.
“Please, I beg.”
“Such a good girl, begging for me,” Trey purrs. “I’m going to fill you up, although if these sensitive nipples are anything to go by, my seed might already have started doing its job.”
My brain doesn’t even register his words as I chase the orgasm I’m so desperate to have.
Gator drops to his knees behind me, spreading my ass cheeks wide.
Licking me from clit to ass. Shoving one of his long fingers into my tight forbidden whole as he assaults my clit with his tongue.
I rock back on his face, chanting his name like a prayer.
I go off like a rocket. I grip his seat tight as my whole body locks up in pleasure, and I begin to shake.
Before I even have time to recover, he is surging inside of me. Pumping relentlessly. He grips my neck in his hand, tilting my head back so he can devour my mouth in a searing kiss. “Mine!” He growls into my mouth.
“Yours,” I groan back.
“Touch that perfect pussy, pet.” A loud crack of thunder crosses the night sky as if it were accentuating his command. I reach my hand down and thrum my clit in time with his thrusts, until we both fall over the edge.
“You’re everything to me, woman.” He smacks me on the ass as he pulls out of me, then adjusts his jeans and belt.
“Let’s hurry back home before the storm breaks.
” As he mutters the words, the rain pelts us with sharp, stinging droplets.
We rush to adjust our clothing and hurry back to the house in the rain.
By the time we make it home and inside, we are both drenched from head to toe, bursting with laughter as we stumble through the front door. We hop in the shower to warm up and spend the rest of the night in each other's arms. Grateful for our second chance together.