"Yes," she breathes against my lips.
"Good." I lay back on the bed, pulling her on top of me. "Because we're not done. Not even close."
Her eyes widen. "Already?"
"Baby, I could fuck you all day and still want more." I position her over my still-hard cock. "Now ride me. Show me what that pussy can do."
She bites her lip, nervous but eager. Then she sinks down onto my cock, taking me deep, and we both moan.
This woman is going to destroy me.
And I'm going to let her.
Chapter 9 - Amanda
This isn't over? Fucking hell.
I'm exhausted. My arms are trembling from supporting myself during the last position, my pussy is sensitive and swollen from being stretched around his thick cock, and I can feel his cum leaking out of me. But my legs, my legs are good.
I didn't spend years training to be a cop, running drills and conditioning my body, to get fucked once and not be able to ride. My legs are strong. I can do this.
I straddle him, positioning myself over his still-hard cock. It's intimidating how ready he is, how much stamina he has. But I'm not backing down. Not when he's looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
I have no experience with this. No idea what I'm doing. But I sink down onto his cock anyway, taking him deep, and oh god, it feels so fucking good from this angle. I can control the depth, the speed, the rhythm.
I start bouncing, my hands braced on his chest. My hair falls forward, blocking my view, and I grab it, pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail with one hand. I want to see him. Want to see this man's face as I ride him.
And he looks gorgeous.
Jawline sharp and defined, lips still wet with my juices from earlier, blue eyes wide open and locked on me. Watching me. Devouring me with his gaze. His eyes travel from my face down to my breasts, watching them bounce with each movement.
He doesn't care about my extra weight. Doesn't see the softness as a flaw. He wants me, wants every curve, every pound, every inch I've spent years being insecure about.
I've never felt this adored. This desired. This fucking sexy. It makes me want to ride him harder. Faster. Until he can't hold back anymore.
I pick up the pace, my thighs burning with the effort but feeling so good. Each bounce drives his cock deeper, hits spots inside me that make me gasp.
"You enjoying this?" I ask breathlessly, needing to hear his voice.
"Fuck yes." His hands grip my hips, helping guide my movements. "You were born for this. Born to ride my cock."
I love hearing that. Love knowing I'm making him feel good despite my inexperience. I move even faster, chasing the pleasure building inside me again.
"Fuck!" Danny's head tilts back, his jaw clenching. "I love how you're never satisfied. How you just keep wanting more."
"If you can't satisfy me," I taunt, surprising myself with my boldness, "you can just say so."
His eyes snap back to mine, dark and dangerous. A smirk curves his lips. "If you can still reply with sass, I must not be doing my job well enough."
Before I can respond, he sits up and flips us over. I find myself on my hands and knees, ass in the air, and my pussy clenches with anticipation.
"Get on all fours," he orders, even though I'm already in position. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't form words."
I've always wanted to be fucked doggy style. Always. It's the position that features in every fantasy I've ever had while touching myself late at night. I just never thought my first time would be with a biker I met not even forty-eight hours ago.
But it feels fucking right.
I don't know why he hates cops so much. I don’t know what happened to make that hatred run so deep. But I need to find out. I want to find out. Because I don't want this to end. Don't want this to be just a one-time thing, a hate-fuck that we both walk away from.
