“Yes,” she said, breathing heavily as I gripped the base and moved it in and out.
“I can’t fucking believe you’ve been on my bike with a plug up your ass. Fuck, baby.”
I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest and my cock grew harder than I’d thought possible.
My hands shook as I guided her back to the seat, grinning at her whimper when she felt the bike’s vibrations on her bare pussy.
I got on behind her, grasping her tightly around the waist.
“That’s it, baby. Drench the seat so it smells of your pretty little cunt.”
“Fuck, fuck,” she whimpered, rocking back and forth.
I teased her nipples through her shirt as I moved with her, grasping her hips and urging her faster as she built her orgasm. My hand dipped to her drenched pussy, circling her clit with one finger and pressing my other inside, groaning at her tightness. When she was close, I cranked the throttle, increasing the vibrations running through the bike. My omega screamed as she came. She slumped forward against the handlebars with a whimper. The new angle allowed me to cradle her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly.
I unzipped my pants. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. You ready for more?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I lifted her hips enough so I could slip inside her. Her heat surrounded me, the plug making her even tighter than usual, and I had to take a deep breath so I didn’t blow my load.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good around me.” I didn’t understand how this felt better every time. I buried my face in her neck, sucking hard on her skin.
“Bear,” she whined. “You’re going to leave a mark.”
“Good,” I growled.
I thrust hard, clutching her bouncing tit in one hand as I played with her nipple. My knot grew and I ground it against her pussy. I wouldn’t knot her here, but I fucking wanted to.
“I’m going to come again,” Westin cried.
The walls of her cunt tightened around me as she rode out her orgasm.
“That’s it, what a good girl,” I ground out, trying to hold off my own. I didn’t want this moment to end, but she felt so good I couldn’t stop myself from coming. The pleasure tore through me, and I clutched her tighter. I stayed curled around her back as we both panted.
“I won’t ever look at a bike the same way,” she said.
“Better only be my bike you’re looking at,” I said, nipping her ear.
“Mmm, jealous?”
“So fucking jealous.”
She turned her head towards me, and her smile was so radiant it almost stopped my heart.
“I’ll never get used to that,” I murmured, cupping her face and kissing her cheek.
“What?”
“How fucking beautiful you are. It makes my chest hurt.”
“You’re such a romantic. No one would ever guess,” she said, kissing my palm.
“Only for you.”
She wiggled out of my grasp, and I helped her off the bike, holding her tight to make sure her legs were steady. She pulled her jeans back up and ran her fingers through her hair. “Do youlike knowing that I’ll feel your cum dripping out of me for the rest of the day?”
My lips parted as I grew hard again at her words. She glanced down at my still-exposed cock, glistening with her cum, and smirked. “Yeah, you do. Seems I got you all messy, too.”
