It was fucking beautiful. As much as I enjoyed watching her come down from her high, the need to be inside her was damn near painful.
I lifted her like my little fuck doll and flipped her onto her into her stomach, climbing on the bike behind her.
“What are you doing?” she asked between heavy breaths.
“I said I would fuck you on my bike.” I shoved her forward and readjusted my pants, pulling out my cock. “And I plan on following through. Now, scoot your ass back toward me.”
“What if we fall over?”
“You think I’d let you fall?”
She regarded me, looking over her shoulder, with an easy smile. “No…because you don’t want me to cut off that dick of yours.”
“Neither do you.”
“Touche.”
Her playful expression shifted when my hand wound around her neck. I pulled her upright and ran the edges of my teeth on her shoulder.
“Amalia?”
“Mm?” Her eyes were hooded, head falling back.
“You’re mine,” I growled into her ear as I helped her ease onto my cock.
“Yeah? Show me, Kai. Fuck me like I’m yours. Only yours.”
With a hand on her hip, I thrust inside her. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, and I hoped not to catch my dick on this goddamn zipper, but being buried so deep, fucking her on my bike, was well worth the effort. Every pump sent her body forward as she braced herself on the dash. Taking it all like a fucking champ. Her moans rose every time her clit rubbed against the ridges of my seat, serving to drive into her harder.
Releasing her neck for a brief moment, I reached under Amalia’s cami and cupped her breast, squeezing as I increased my pace.
“Is that…the best…you got?” she taunted between thrusts, peering back with a grin and her bottom lip tucked tightly between her teeth.
I chuckled and put more pressure on my feet for better leverage, pushing her forward, a position that gave me a clear view of her tight little asshole. We hadn’t gone there yet, but it was certainly on the list.
“Don’t tempt me. This slick cunt of yours tells a different story.” I leaned over her back and whispered in her ear. “My seat is a goddamn mess, vicious. And I can’t wait to watch you lick it clean.”
Both of my hands were around her throat as I bucked harder, feeling the pressure coil in my balls. I had run out of patience for her counterthrusts, so I slammed her down on my cock, and her moans and gasps fell in tune with each stroke.
Nothing would ever compare to the feeling of being inside this woman. Every cell in my body was electrified, hard-wired to all the little noises that fled her quivering lips.
“K-Kai,” she choked out, unable to form a coherent sentence the tighter I squeezed and the harder I fucked.
Amalia’s movements had slowed, her muscles loosening, and I knew she was on the verge of passing out, so I reached around and found her swollen clit. It wasn’t long before she criedout, her pussy clenching around me like a vise as loud groans echoed against the tree line. I broke with one more thrust, pumping until my legs gave out and my fingers imprinted on her skin.
Moments later, I reluctantly climbed off and tugged my shirt over my head, using the damn thing as a cum rag. I glanced up and caught Amalia watching me, still sprawled over the dash, cheeks bright pink and looking every bit like a woman who’d been properly fucked.
Walking over to her, I offered my hand as she sat up. “Lean back,” I instructed, my eyes never straying from her beautiful pussy where I saw myself already leaking out. “Fuck.”
With a devious little grin, she hiked her legs higher, letting them fall open.
“My wife—fucked, swollen, and dripping with my cum.”
I touched her face and kissed her red lips while using my shirt to clean her up, remembering to wipe in a downward motion.
“You still expect me to take care of this?” she asked, stepping off the bike and motioning to the wrecked seat.
“Nah,” I said, swiping at the black leather before tossing my shirt toward the embankment.
