Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
She didn’t stop there. She flawlessly released the brake, and the back tire slammed to the ground as she jumped back onto the seat.
The wind blew her mini skirt up to her waist, swaying her ass in the air as she leaned forward toward the gas tank. Showing everyone her ass cheeks that were peeking through her bright pink panties. Seductively moving her hips to the tune of the music the entire time.
When the lyrics started, she confidently placed her knees on the seat of the bike to shift her body into a doggie style position. Never once losing control of the bike she was still driving like the fuckin’ pro she obviously was. She was in perfect sync with the music playing as her ass continued to shake in the breeze for everyone to see.
My hands fisted at my sides, simultaneously with one of hers that rose up from the handlebar to the side of her tit. In one gradual, steady movement, her fingers went from her chest, to her waist, to her luscious ass. Giving it a little spank before sitting back down on the seat. Quickly signaling at her friend to take over.
She did.
Repeating a similar performance.
“Holy fuck, man. I think I’m in love,” Trigger stated, glaring only at the girl’s friend.
Trent Reznor sang the chorus of his song and the crowd went wild.
Hootin’.
Hollerin’.
Whistlin’.
Losing their minds for the girls who suddenly captured everyone’s hard dicks.
My eyes widened, seeing my dream girl lay her chest down on the tank and begin to swerve her bike left and right, so low to the ground her knees almost touched the concrete.
She knew no fear.
Making my cock twitch and my balls ache.
She was sexy as fuck, but reckless as shit with the tricks she was turning.
“Baby, you can ride me like that any time you want!” someone shouted.
“No, me first!” another followed.
It went on and on.
Both Trigger and I were blown away, and I couldn’t help but get hard as fuck by the girl who was acting out the most.
She knew what she was doing, having every guy eating out of the palm of her hand.
The song was coming to an end, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed her ass and tits would stop bouncing as well.
“You think it would be too sudden if I asked her to marry me?” Trigger joked.
At least, I thought he was.
For her closing stunt, she hit the gas and hopped onto the seat. Crouched down on her feet, causing my heart to beat out of my chest.
She wouldn’t.
She did.
Slowly, she let go of handlebars and balanced her hands out to her sides until she was fully standing in the sign of a cross. The bike still hauling ass beneath her.
Holy shit.
It was only then...
That I knew.
I lost count of how many times I saw her trying to perfect this very stunt on a dirt bike over the strand of a few summers.
Out of nowhere, my heated blood was suddenly searing.
Throbbing.
Coursing.
Seeing nothing but fuckin’ red.
The mass of people booed as soon as the engines of their bikes cut off, not wanting the girls’ performance to be over.
We stood back and watched as they took off their helmets, shaking out their long, flowy dark hair. My eyes staying glued to the girl I’d never be able to forget.
’Cuz this baby girl...
Was mine.
<>Harley<>
When Shiloh said she had a huge surprise for my birthday, I never in a million years imagined it would be somethin’ like this. Which was the thing nobody knew about my cousin. She was a good girl at heart with a bad girl side trying to break free. I saw glimpses of the devil on her shoulder sometimes. Case and point.
Today.
Right now.
This was her idea, includin’ the outfits.
My adrenaline was through the roof, soarin’, achin’, carvin’ deep into my bones. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this high on life. Baskin’ in the thrill and attention of the hundreds of people surroundin’ us. Wantin’ a little taste of what we had to offer.
I smiled, squealin’ like a school girl just as a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. Pullin’ me out of the moment.
One of the guys who let us borrow their bikes spun me around in a circle, yellin’, “Goddamn, baby! Where did you learn to ride like that?”
I giggled as he continued to spin me, feedin’ off everyone’s energy we purposely evoked in their bloodstream.
I ate it all up, feelin’ fuckin’ proud of myself. I’d spent countless summers tryin’ to nail that cross stunt, and I had the endless scars on my body to prove it.
“You’re a goddamn muse, you know that?”
I beamed, holdin’ onto him tighter.
“A motherfucking badass!”
No shit, I’m a Jameson.
“I have never seen a girl pull off stunts like that! You know no fear, do you? Baby, my bike is going to be a shrine now after that mind-blowing performance!”