My backpack beauty gives and gives, delving deep and slow, until I swear her tongue must be numb!But she doesn’t stop.She pushes me higher than I’ve ever been, coaxing me toward a precipice I didn’t even know existed.It’s like a whole secret world hidden beyond a hidden door.It’s an experience on another level.There’s coming and then there’s whatever the fuckthisis.“Oh, fuck.Sunny!”Sparkling lights explode behind my eyelids and my pussy spasms with such violence that my whole body shakes, my feet almost slipping from under me.
I gasp for breath, my eyes wild, before I rest my head back against the tiles and slam the wall with a series of back-handed fists.Each strike acts as a grounding anchor holding me steadfast against a kaleidoscope of color that threatens to drag me away into a void of disembodied pleasure.“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.”I’ve never experienced anything as painfully and deliriously intense in my life.I feel like I’m dead on my feet and full of living, crackling electricity all at once.Holy fucking shit.
Chapter Nine
Sunny
Iswallow Bones’s gushingrelease, her sweet cum coating my lips and tongue as she strains against the wall, her body shaking with the strength and brutality of it.Her eyes are as wide as saucers, and then they’re squeezed tightly shut, her expression pained.She pounds the wall, punctuating the tide of her ecstasy like a staccato sentence.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck,I whisper in my mind, echoing her words.“Are you okay?”I ask, rising to my feet, my hands never losing contact with her hot, wet skin.
Bones stares at me like she’s utterly bamboozled by my question.“Am I okay?”she says back, her eyes like windows into eternity—wide, deep, and dark.“No.To be honest I amnotokay.I don’t know what the fuck I’ve been experiencing until now, but if that’s what an orgasm’s supposed to feel like, I’ve been living a god damned lie!What the actual fuck.”My gorgeous rider lets a hand drop to her face, her palm resting against her forehead.“Seriously, though, Sunny ...what the fuck was that?”
I can’t help but grin.If I were a light bulb, I’d be glowing brightly enough to power a lighthouse on the coast.“It’s been a while since I was last with a woman,” I admit sheepishly.“So, I’m a little out of practice...”
Bones’s eyes almost bug out of her head.“That’s you, out of practice?Fuck me.If there’s anything more intense than that, it might kill me.I’m fuckingreeling, Daisy Girl.”
“I mean, I can’t think of a better way to die, can you?”I ask grinding myself cheekily against her, teasing her with my ample curves.
The badass Latina laughs and it’s like music to my ears.“Far out, sunshine, you’re really something else.”
I fetch the washcloth from the drain and soap it up again.“I’m just me,” I say, shrugging it off and playing it cool, even though on the inside I’m flipping out like a chipmunk who just found a stash of hazelnuts in time for winter.
Bones seizes my chin between her forefinger and thumb, her gaze steady and strong once more.“There is nothing ‘just’ about you, Sunny.You understand me?”
I swallow hard, and nod in her grasp, my gaze never leaving hers.Her dark eyes are clear and intense as she awaits my answer and for the first time in my life, I feel seen and validated.I don’t even know how to honestly process what Bones makes me feel.It’s wild, free, consuming, delicious ...and no amount of it will ever be enough.“Yes, Maria,” I whisper on a sigh.“I understand.”
“Good,” she says, leaning down to press her lips to mine in a soft and tender kiss.“I already told you once, the world’s a cruel place and it will tear you down at every given opportunity—don’t do its job for it.”
“No one’s ever lifted me up the way you do,” I say, wringing the saturated, bubbly cloth between my hands.“I’m so used to lifting everyone else up that sometimes I don’t even notice when I’m sinking myself.”
“I’ll be your balloon, baby girl, if you’ll be my anchor,” I say.“You ground me and I’ll lift you from here on out.We can be a team—together.”
My heart lurches in my ribcage and I sigh again, still in disbelief over my sudden and incredible fortune.My life has done a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn in under twenty-four hours and I can’t help but feel relieved.I don’t have to sink anymore, I can swim, and I don’t have to do it alone.“That sounds perfect,” I say, an unexpected tear prickling in my eye.
The beautiful biker nods, seemingly satisfied.“Okay, then.Let’s get the fuck out of here, hey?”
“Okay,” I agree and like lovers who have known each other their whole lives, we take turns washing one another, and then it’s time to get dressed and see what Killface wanted.In a clean, cherry-print dress, with my hair washed and loose, I feel refreshed and ready to tackle whatever comes.
