I all but rip her clothes off right under the bridge. What I wouldn’t give for her to be wearing a skirt at the moment.
“How adventurous are you?” I shove my hand into her jeans to find she’s drenched. Unable to stop myself, I thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy and begin to finger fuck her. She immediately arches into me, riding my hand.
“At the moment… dangerously adventurous.” Her words are breathy.
Oh, fuck yes. “This is going to have to be quick.”
“Good thing you’re an expert at fast.” She rips open her pants.
“Yes, I fucking am. But let’s just keep this quickie to ourselves. Don’t want to tarnish my reputation.” I mimic her actions with humor in my voice.
“God forbid. You wouldn’t want to be known as the minuteman for any other reason than racing.” Her tone is clipped and as exceedingly needy as mine.
“No, I wouldn’t.” I dismount first, then lift Kayla off the seat, peeling her jeans down to her thighs and bending her over the bike. Fuck, I’m losing my mind from just the sight of her. I know I said the only thing hotter than Kayla straddling me would be Kayla straddling my bike, but seeing her bent over it, bottom half-naked, top half in leathers, may take the cake.
I unzip my fly releasing my dick, which is screaming hysterically to get inside her tight little pussy. Tight, wet, heavenly pussy. Jesus, the way I’m responding, you’d think I never fucked before.
“Did you miss my cock?” I thrust into her, jerking Kayla forward.
“Maybe,” she gasps.
“Maybe?” I wrap my hand around her throat and thrust again, trapping her against me. “Let me repeat the question. Did. You. Miss. My. Cock?” I punctuate each word with my hips. Kayla moans loudly, the sound echoing under the bridge.
“Did you miss my pussy?” She deflects my question.
“What the fuck do you think?” I slam into her, melding our bodies.
“Yes,” she gasps again.
“Does that answer account for all questions?”
She peers back at me and nods.
“Good. Now fucking come before someone catches us. That’s all I need, is my bare ass splashed all over social media.”
“Make me.” She eggs me on, pushing back onto my rigid cock. She doesn’t need to ask twice.
I latch onto her neck and unleash, pounding away until she’s tightening around me and wriggling in my arms. “Right there, baby. I want that,” I tell her as her pussy sucks on my cock, spasming and soaking it in her warm wet cum.God.
The small gap in her legs and the slick, tight channel gives me everything I need to explode. I lean us both forward as the orgasm hits, sending me soaring. The sounds of my own grunts and groans echoing around us now.
Once I begin to come down, I bury my face been Kayla’s shoulder blades and breath through the aftershocks.Fuckthis woman, and the fucking hold she has over me.
A cool fall breeze reminds me of our exposure. I withdraw from a winded Kayla, then pull her up to a standing position. I swiftly pull up her bunched jeans, then do the same to myself, stuffing my cock into my pants as Kayla leans back and kisses me. For a fraction of a second, I’m an ecstatic man.
We hear thewhoop whoopof a police car before we see it. Goddamn. This is the last thing we need. I pull Kayla flush against me, vigilantly aware of the concealed weapon in my waistband.
I cycle through a multitude of silent questions. How much did he see? How big of a prick is he? What am I going to have to pay to keep him quiet?
The cop rolls down the window, and my defenses go up. But what he says catches me off guard.
“Hey, Kayla, everything all right here?”
“Hey, Scottie,” she responds cheerfully. “We’re all good.”
He nods, eyeing up my white, custom H2R with the chrome trellis. It’s one of a kind and definitely not street legal.
“Kayla.” He motions with his head for her to approach the car. Here we go.
