I slow my pace, wanting to savor every second of this in case it never happens again. In case she throws that wall up and dumps my ass on the other side of it. All possible with her. I tell my mind to shut the fuck up and sink into the feeling of my body and her pending pleasure.
“Go deeper.”
Her gaze turns from me to her ass, not sure she’s able to see it now. She twists further, laying a hand on her cheek to pull her pussy lips wider and allowing me to sink deeper. I bite my lip and hold my breath, pausing not to bust a nut with how fucking pretty she looks. All of it feels dangerous. The risk and threat of being caught, along with the consequences, are thrilling, if not exhilarating.
My hips start again, slowly moving in and out, drawing quiet moans from her. My hand loosens from her hip, pushing hers off her ass as I shift behind her. My body curls over hers to slide my hand under her shirt. The bra dangles loosely off her arms, her breast hanging perfectly in the palm of my hand.
This angle is magic.
We both moan.
My cock thrusts against the front of her wet pussy, drawing more intense sounds from her. An acknowledgment that I’m hitting the right spot. She’s trapped between the hard carbon steel of the bike and my body, molded into the position I want her in.
With her mound pressed against the edge of the bike seat, she’s pinned into place, taking my thrusting cock. My hand at her hip moves to cup her jaw, her pulse racing at the base of my palm, where it rests at the top of her neck.
“How’s this for a lesson?” I rasp into her ears, holding her head straight, forcing her not to look at me and feel every place on her body I am.
Her eyes close, and her breath falters when she grinds her clit against the leather seat. This angle works in so many ways that a physicist would be impressed.
“It’s. . . I’m not getting it. Terrible teacher.”
A challenge.
Kokami.
This is not enough.
She fucking wants more. As blitzed out as my brain is, I want to make her happy. I want to give her something no one else can or ever will.
“Terrible, huh?”
My fingers tighten on her jaw, causing her eyes to flip open. When she attempts to look at me, I yank her face straight ahead, pinch her nipple, and increase the speed and intensity of my thrusting.
“The worst.”
Her words are almost a shriek when I plow into her at an insane pace. My back is hating this angle and the strain put on it, but fuck it, I’ll deal with that later. Her heart pounds wildly against my palm, her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and all of it sends a bolt of pure desire to my cock.
“I’ll give you worse.”
I fuck her hard and fast. Her clit is no longer grinding on its own against the bike seat, but with the force of my movements. I’m shoving her into the machine repeatedly, harshly. I grope her breast, squeezing it roughly and pinching her nipple.
Thank fuck for the weight of my bike staying upright and not falling over with our combined bodies shoving into it. It creaks with every thrust, mixing with her cries, and it’s fucking music to my ears.
“The worst fucking lesson of your life, Iz.”
Not a second later, she screams my name.
My body is on fire.
The cold air on my ass barely cools the sweat collecting there. It’s a few more strokes until I bury my face in her thick brown hair. The fragrance is getting my nose off the same as my cock. I yank her jaw to the side, kissing her cheek while my balls tighten, spilling my release into the condom.
I spray fast and powerful, pummeling her pussy with such intensity that it rips another scream from her. Euphoria sweeps over me. I’m so deep I don’t want to back off. I want to keep her in this position forever.
I want to do it again and again, with her at my mercy. When her fingers start pulling at my hand on her jaw, I realize I fucked up. Took things too far and was too rough for her.
“Shit.”
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