“No, please, God,” she cries out.
She’s fucking amazing.
She’s not from this world.
Her hips are rocking to meet my fingers, her body entirely in my hold. Fucking hell.
She drags her hand behind, guiding her fingers around my neck to hold on to me.
“That’s it. Ride my fingers, Kiara,” I whisper as her body arches, starting to quiver before her breathing stops and her inner walls clench, the feel of her pussy shuddering around my fingers sending me to another world.
“Good. You fall apart so beautifully for me.”
Her beautiful moans echo in my helmet, sinking deep into my memory.
I give her just enough time to breathe before my hand slides to the back of her neck, guiding her forward. She lowers against the controls, her body yielding easily, leaving her exactly where I want her.
I’m taking her right here.
I reach for my belt to take out my aching dick.
“No, Kasien,” she breathes out and I freeze.
What?
She takes off her helmet, throwing it on the ground and sliding off the bike, then gets back on, this time facing me. She shuffles so her legs rest on my thighs and grabs my helmet too, taking it off slowly.
I’m frozen, staring at her. Her hair is all messed up, falling around us. She looks unholy. My little fox.
“I want you to look at me,” she says quietly.
No, don’t do this to me. Let’s not make it too hard to stop.
She grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up, the fabric sliding over her skin before slipping past her shoulders and head in one smooth motion, revealing her white lingerie. The whitelace is carved into her olive skin in a mesmerizing imprint. She lets the dress fall to the ground and looks at me when I realize there is pain coiling with fear in her eyes.
My brows knit.
She opens my belt and undoes the zipper, taking my cock in her hands. I need her riding me, right fucking now.
I grab her in my hands and sit her slowly down on my lap, she slips her hand there and puts the lace of her panties to the side, then guides my tip into her entrance before sitting all the way down.
She lets out a painful gasp and her head falls onto my shoulder as I stretch her open. She’s so tight it nearly unravels me on the spot.
Six years of wanting this.
Six years of looking for this in different bodies, looking for her eyes in empty faces that didn’t give me anything.
I let her slowly adapt to me, moving her hips just a bit, holding her to me as closely as possible. I don’t ever want to let go. Her moans fill my ears again and I finally feel her relaxed enough so I grab her ass, moving my hips into her more, little by little.
She suddenly lifts her head and faces me as she puts her palms on my cheeks, staring into my eyes, breathing so heavy she struggles to get the words out.
“Kiss me,” she whispers and I freeze my movement.
No, please don’t. Don’t do this.
“Please, Kasien. Please,” she begs quietly, with a hint of pain in her voice.
Please don’t do this.
