He gripped me by the ass, spreading me wider.
Deeper.
Deeper.
“You feel that, Daisy? Way I was meant to ruin you? Mark you? Claim you? No one…no one gets to have this body again but me.”
I couldn’t take it.
I was moaning and crying and whimpering as I fully let go.
“You. Only you,” I mumbled into the mayhem.
I yelped when he suddenly stood with me and swung off the bike.
He shuffled me around so I faced the side of the seat.
A dark storm behind me as he ordered, “Bend over my bike, baby. I want to see this delicious ass kissed in the moonlight.”
I did, my heels sinking into the dirt as I clung to the leather.
He drove back in.
So deep I yelped.
The sound of our bodies joining echoed through the meadow.
The sound of my pants and the reverberation of the growls that erupted from his throat.
He spread me wider, and a surprised gasp whipped out of me when he spit in my cleft.
He swirled his thumb through it before he began to press it into my ass.
A fuzzy ecstasy buzzed at the fringes of my being.
I gasped and rocked at the foreign penetration. At the feeling of him everywhere.
A dark, decadent feeling sweeping over me.
Something that felt like too much and not nearly enough.
“Cash,” I begged.
“I know what you need, Little Wallflower. I see you. I fuckin’ see you.”
He reached out with his other hand and rolled his fingers over my clit.
“There’s no one here to hear you. Let it go. Show me what I do to you.”
He picked up a brutal rhythm. Fucking me hard and deep, his thumb stroking in time, his fingers making me feel like I was going to take flight.
I rocked back just as hard.
Our movements rough and untamed.
“Cash, I’m going to…oh…I…”
“Give it to me, Daisy. Give me your pleasure.”
