His tongue slides against mine as his hand moves to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. He pulls gently, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss. I moan into his mouth, pressing myself closer.
Havoc growls, the sound rumbling through his chest against my palm. The kiss transforms, becoming hungrier, more desperate. His teeth nip at my bottom lip before his tongue soothes the sting. His free hand slides under my shirt, calloused fingers tracing up my ribs to cup my breast.
I gasp as his thumb brushes across my nipple, the simple touch sending sparks of pleasure straight between my legs. I’malready wet for him, my body conditioned to respond to his every touch.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my lips. “Need to be inside you.”
He pulls back, his gaze sweeping from my flushed face down my body before moving to the motorcycle parked just feet away. A wicked smile spreads across his face.
Havoc stands, pulling me up with him. He walks backward, leading me by the hand toward his bike.
“What would you say,” he murmurs, “to enjoying this view properly?” He gestures toward the water before his hands settle on my hips, spinning me toward the bike. “You bent over my Harley, my cock deep in your cunt, while we take in all this beauty?”
“Sounds perfect, Daddy,” I whisper, watching his eyes darken at my words.
Something in Havoc snaps. His control vanishes in an instant. He grabs me roughly, spinning me around and positioning me against his Harley, my hips angled back toward him. One large hand presses between my shoulder blades, bending me forward until my torso is stretched across the leather seat. The cool night air kisses my heated skin as his hands find the hem of my skirt.
“Brace yourself on the seat,” he commands, his voice a dangerous growl that sends shivers racing down my spine.
I press my palms flat against the cool leather, my arms stretched across the wide seat. My position leaves me completely at his mercy, bent forward over his prized motorcycle, the bike parked so I can still glimpse the water ahead.
Havoc roughly shoves my skirt up to my waist, exposing me to the night. His calloused hands grip my ass possessively, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. I feel him drop to his knees behind me, his breath hot against the thin fabric of my panties.
“Been thinking about tasting this sweet pussy all day,” he growls, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my lace panties.
With one sharp tug, he yanks my panties down to my thighs. A gust of wind rustles through the forest, hitting my exposed flesh and making me shiver with anticipation. I’m already embarrassingly wet, my thighs slick with desire.
Havoc spreads me open with his thumbs, and I whimper at the feeling of being so exposed. Then his mouth is on me, his tongue pressing flat against my center before sliding up through my folds. I cry out, my back arching at the intense sensation.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he groans against me before diving back in, licking and sucking with desperate hunger.
His tongue works magic against me, circling my clit with expert precision before dipping inside. I grip the seat tighter, my fingers curling against it as waves of pleasure crash through me. I push back against his face, desperate for more.
“Perfect, baby girl,” Havoc growls, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh. “Fuck my face.”
He slides two thick fingers inside me, curving them upward to hit that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. His tongue flattens against my clit, applying delicious pressure as he finger fucks me.
“Oh god, Daddy, I’m—” My words dissolve into a broken moan as he increases the pace, his fingers pumping relentlessly while his tongue lashes my clit.
The pressure builds rapidly, a tidal wave gathering force. My thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably as Havoc drives me higher. The lake before me blurs as tears of pleasure spring to my eyes.
“Come for me. Now.” He commands against my flesh, the vibration of his deep voice the final trigger.
I explode, screaming into the night as every muscle trembles. Hot liquid gushes from me, and Havoc groans in satisfaction, his mouth sealed against me, swallowing everything I give him. The intensity borders on pain as he refuses to let up, prolonging my orgasm until I’m sobbing his name.
Just when I think I can’t take any more, he rises behind me. The metallic sound of his belt buckle and zipper fills the air, followed by the rustle of clothing.
“Want to feel this pussy squeeze around me,” he growls.
Before I can fully recover, the thick head of his cock nudges against my entrance, gathering my abundant wetness before he pushes forward. I gasp as he fills me in one powerful thrust, stretching me deliciously around his thick length.
I grip the leather seat tighter, moaning as Havoc pulls back and slams forward again.
“Look at that view,” he commands, tangling his fingers in my hair and gently pulling my head up.
The lake shimmers before us, the full moon casting silver light across the rippling water. Stars reflect like scattered diamonds on the dark surface. It’s breathtaking—or would be if Havoc wasn’t stealing my breath with each powerful thrust.
“Want you to remember this,” he growls, his rhythm relentless. “Every time you look at the moon, you’ll remember being bent over my Harley, taking my cock under the stars.”
