Page 52 of Full Throttle


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With her ass bare, my fingers are free to roam, and roam they do, dipping between her legs. Her pussy is soft, hot, and dripping onto her inner thighs. I release a throaty groan, knowing I won’t last long.

This is a fucking fantasy.

One I’ll relive every damn day of my life.

“We have to hurry, Diego.”

She’s so fucking right. If we get caught, shit’s going to get real very fast. My index finger continues stroking where I’m about to plunge while my other hand digs out my wallet for a condom.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, genuinely concerned about whether she truly wants what we’re about to experience.

“I wouldn’t have agreed to take this ride if I hadn’t had this in mind.”

Well, fuck me.

She had this planned.

Of course, she fucking did.

She’s a control freak.

Freak being the operative word now.

“Bad teacher,” I mockingly scold, passing her the condom so I can put away my wallet and unbuckle my pants. “Someone’s going to have to teach you a lesson.”

She pushes my hands away to undress me as I had her. I love every damn minute, trying to commit it all to memory.

“And you think you can teach me something, Diego?”

The cold air nips at my skin, heightening my arousal. I hiss when she grabs my cock, the feel of her tight fist makes me jolt. Her thumb swirls the precum around my head, and my eyes half close, enjoying it.

I groan when my fingers slip inside her juicy cunt. We’re both so ready for this. We won’t have to worry about getting caught. It will be fast with how turned on we are.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll teach you to behave.”

“Then get on with it, Teach.”

I grip her jaw, going for a kiss when I switch our positions, pushing her against the cold metal bike so her ass sticks out. I can’t help but smirk at the contrast of our bodies – her ice-cold skin meeting my hot warmth. I’ll warm her up from the inside out in no time.

As much as I’d love for her to be completely naked and feel those perfect tits against my chest, her lips against mine, her clothing makes it impossible. Her pants crowd at the top of her boots, limiting the widening of her legs, so back shots it is.

She moves her long hair to the side, looking over her shoulder and waiting for me to take the condom from her hand. Her forearms rest over my black leather seat, her ass shaking in eager temptation until I smack it. The sound echoes in this natural environment.

“Someone’s impatient.”

“It’s freezing out here.”

Her complaint falls on deaf ears. Grabbing the wrapper from her, I rip it open and push it on. Disposing of the wrapper in the tall grass, I pull her hips toward me, flip up the tail of her blazer, and almost drizzle into my rubber when I see her flawless ass. It’s narrow, tight, and every man’s dream.

“Diego?”

Her eyes glitter in the setting sun, casting a curious glance at me.

“Just admiring the view, Iz.”

I grab the base of my cock and tease her a couple of times with the head before plunging into her hot, waiting cunt. It’s tight and pulsing, ripping a long moan from her and a grunt from me.

Blood rushes into my balls, tempting them to prematurely shoot with the blanket of warm dousing my cock. My heart pounds against my ribs as I slowly draw back, knowing I need to make this great for her in order for it to continue.