“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.
