“Oh, fuck…” I mutter under my breath, watching in awe as she unleashes her inner beast. The raw power and ferocity of her actions makes my cock jump in response. I knew she had it in her somewhere deep down, but now that I’ve seen it, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
As she stands over Carl’s lifeless body, panting and covered in blood, I can see relief flood her features, she finally released the pent-up rage that has been simmering beneath the surface for so long.
“Come on,” I grab her from behind and carry her towards the door.
“Where are we going?” Her gaze drops to her mostly naked body, her chest still heaving with adrenaline.
“Somewhere Carl’s stench won’t ruin the moment.” Swinging open the door to the warehouse, I guide her to my bike, pick her up by the hips, and place her just above the driver’s seat. Tossing a leg over the bike, I lift her, and guide her ontomy throbbing member. Katie pushes back, taking as much of me as she can from this angle.
“Now lean forward, put your hands on the handlebars, and arch your back.” Taking hold of the base of my shaft, pushing deeper inside her with each stroke. My free hand reaches around to cup her left breast, squeezing it softly.
Fuck, she feels so good.
“Turn around,” I growl against her neck, biting lightly.
Katie obeys.
The cold air kisses her perfectly pebbled nipples, I can feel her shudder beneath my touch. Wrapping my lips around her right nipple, I suck gently before moving to the other. Katie moans softly, her hands tangling in my hair.
“Aiden, please!”
Releasing her nipple from my mouth, I force her legs up and over my shoulders, then pull out slowly. “Have I ever told you just how fucking delectable you taste?”
Katie’s hands slam down on either slide of the bike; I feel it wobble but pay no attention. I lean in, dragging my tongue through her slick folds, savouring her moans, soft curses, and sweet appraisals. Teasing her clit out from under its hood, I flick it with my tongue before sucking it between my lips, feeling her body tremble in response.
She squirms, and the bike wobbles again, threatening to tip over, but I hold her steady with one hand as I continue to feast on her. Katie’s breath hitches as she arches her back, pushing herself closer to my mouth and urging me to keep going.
Working her clit with my thumb, I slide my tongue down to her entrance, circling it slowly before plunging inside.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” I groan against her, feeling her grip tighten on my shoulders. “The sweetest pussy I’ve evertasted.”
I move to dive back in, but she yanks me up by the hair and pulls me into a passionate kiss, her taste lingering on my lips. “Stop fucking teasing me and just fuck me already.”
Our tongues dance together as I position myself at her entrance. “You might want to hold on tight.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re going on a ride.” Turning the key in the ignition, I rev the engine and peel away from the warehouse.
Katie locks her legs around my waist in a vice-like grip. “Harder,” she gasps between kisses, her voice hoarse from the wind.
I oblige as best I can without losing control of the bike; her nails dig into my back as she holds on for dear life. Leaning forward, pressing my body into hers, I drive down the empty road. The sound of the engine roaring, blends with her moans, creating a symphony of lust and danger.
“Fuck, bug…You’re so wet, so tight.” I nip at her earlobe before diving back in for another kiss. “You’re going to have to take over, baby.” I pull back from her. “I need to keep this steady; we’re about to go downhill.” Giving her a playful wink, I adjust my grip on the handlebars and groan deeply her hips begin to move against me.
I press against her, driving myself deeper inside her as we hit the downward slope. The wind whips through our hair, kissing our flushed skin. Katie gasps when I hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her, I moan in response. “That’s it, baby. Give me those sweet appraisals. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
I press a broken trail of kisses along her jaw, nibbling and sucking until I reach her earlobe once again.
The bike sways under our combined weight, but I hold her steady, Katie clings to me so hard that I can feel her heart pounding against my chest.
Approaching a bend in the road, I lean into the bike, using it for support. Katie cries out my name, arching her back off the drivers seat. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving trails of blood in their wake.
“Aiden, I’m so close,” she moans, her voice breathless and urgent.
“That’s it, Katie; come for me.” Her feral cries have my balls tightening. With a deafening screech of the brakes, I skid to a halt on the side of the dirt road. The bike shudders beneath us; its momentum carries us forward before finally coming to a rest.
With a final thrust, I come with a roar, releasing myself inside her as the world spins around us. Katie’s walls milk me until we both collapse in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
