Page 14 of My Older Biker

I've never felt so full. He's everywhere. Stretching me wide, buried so deep I can feel him in my stomach.

"Fuck." He's shaking above me. "You feel incredible."

I can't speak. Can only feel his thick, throbbing cock inside me. The way my body clenches around him trying to adjust to his size.

"Move." I finally manage. "Please move."

He pulls back. The friction is devastating. I feel every ridge, every vein, the wide head dragging against sensitive tissue. Then he pushes back in and my nails dig into his shoulders.

"Like that?"

"Yes."

He sets a rhythm. Long strokes that make me feel every inch of him. Out until just the head remains, then back in deep. My body opens for him with each thrust.

The sounds we're making fill the room. His breathing rough. The slap of skin. The wet slide of him moving in and out of me.

"Is this what you wanted?" His voice is dark. "Me inside you?"

"Yes."

"What else did you imagine?"

"You. Making me yours."

His grip on my hip tightens hard enough to bruise. "You are mine. Say it."

"I'm yours."

He thrusts harder. Faster. Every stroke hitting deep. The pressure builds low in my spine. Heat spreading through my whole body.

"I want you on top." He pulls out and I feel empty. "I want to watch you ride me."

He moves onto his back and pulls me over him. I straddle his hips. His hands grip my waist, guiding me into position.

I reach between us and grip him. He's so hard, so thick in my hand. I position him at my entrance and sink down. The angle is different. Deeper. He fills me completely and I have to pause halfway down to adjust.

"Take your time." His hands slide up to cup my breasts. "Take all of me."

I sink lower. Inch by inch until I'm fully seated on him, and my thighs are spread wide. My soft belly presses against his hard abs.

"Fuck." His hands move to my hips. Gripping. "You look incredible like this."

I start to move. Slow at first. Rolling my hips, and finding the rhythm. He fills me completely with every downward motion. Perfect.

"That's it." His voice is strained. "Ride me."

I pick up speed. Lifting and dropping. Taking him deep over and over, my breasts bouncing with the movement. His eyes are locked on them, dark with hunger.

"Touch yourself." He says. "I want to watch."

I slide my hand between my legs. Find my clit. The combination of him inside me and my fingers on myself is almost too much.

"Don't stop." His hips thrust up to meet me. "I want to see you come on my cock."

The words send heat through me. I move faster. Chasing the feeling building low in my spine. He's so deep at this angle. Hitting places inside me that make me gasp.

My thighs start to burn but I don't care. I need more. Need it faster and harder.