Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Mex steps up to him, wildly angry. “Fuck off.”
“Wow,” I mutter. “Good to know the thought is so repulsive. Can we go?”
Mex steps away from Fury and turns, walking past me. “Let’s go.”
Exhaling, I follow him.
We go out to his truck, walking past the bikes. I wouldn’t mind going for a ride on one of those. I haven’t been on a bike before, and it’s safe to say I’m more than a little curious. “Can we take a bike?”
Mex pauses mid stride, turning to face me. “You want to ride?”
I nod.
“Wait.”
He walks back into the house and comes back a minute later with a helmet and a key. He moves toward a large black bike with two big things hanging off the side. The passenger seat looks comfy and soft with a big back rest.
“This is yours?” I ask, approaching it.
“No,” Mex mutters, “but it’s good for storin’ shit. You said you want to go to the store, how else you goin’ to carry things?”
Right.
Of course.
Those big things are storage compartments.
I’m not complaining, though. It looks comfortable ... and fun. Lord knows with the way my body feels right now, I need something comfortable. Every inch of my flesh is tender.
Mex tosses me the helmet, and I pull it on my head. He climbs onto the bike, starting it up. The loud rumble fills the quiet air around us and excitement bubbles in my chest. I climb onto the back, nestling into the large seat, then, without question, Mex takes off. My squeals fill the air as I hang onto the sides of the seat. We move quickly, speeding out onto the road, and my squeals quickly turn to sounds of utter delight.
Leaning into the back of the seat I holler as loudly as I can. The freedom flowing through my veins right now is one I’ve never experienced. I feel as though we could ride forever, and nothing in the world could touch us. It’s exhilarating, and I never want it to end. So many things wash over me, desire and lust, freedom and enjoyment. I can’t control my blissful emotions, and as Mex rides out of the town, skipping the store, I know he’s taking me farther.
Unable to help myself, I dare to do something wild.
I scoot forward in the seat until my pussy is pressing against Mex’s back, then, I reach around, sliding my hand up and under his jacket. The hard flesh warms my hand, and when he doesn’t stop me, I dare to go further. Meeting his eyes in the mirrors on the side of the bike, I can see the lust. I push my hand down into his jeans, rubbing it over his hardening cock. That’s all it takes for him to turn the bike down the next secluded road he can find.
By the time we come to a stop, his cock is hard and I’m wet.
So fucking wet.
“Pants off,” he orders, not even turning the bike off.
I do as he asks, climbing off, tossing the helmet onto the ground and dropping my jeans. Then, he hooks an arm around my waist and encourages me onto his lap. His cock is already free, hard, and waiting. I rest my feet on the foot pegs, only I’m certainly not the right way around. I’m on his lap and his dick is pushing into me, unprotected, something we really shouldn’t be doing but the moment is consuming and I’m not thinking about anything else as he fills me.
We’re not far off the road, we could be caught at any moment, and that only makes it so much more exciting. The rumbling of the bike drowns out my gasps as inch by inch, his cock slides in. Our eyes remain locked as I begin to rotate on his cock, his big hand on my hip, guiding my movements. I want to kiss him, so fucking bad, but when I lean in close, he turns his face away and, instead, drops his mouth to my neck. There, he licks and sucks, biting at my flesh as I fuck him.
It's incredible, so fucking good.
We fuck with an intensity that is out of this world, his hands are all over me, and he’s incredibly gentle, making sure not to hurt any wound on the surface, as he destroys me inside. His body is so fucking hard against mine, it’s thrilling. My moans turn into screams of pure pleasure as I rock harder, faster, desperate to find my release. I can’t, though. I can’t because, inside, the rejection of his kiss hurt. Reaching between us, I find my clit and stoke as I fuck him harder, deeper, until an orgasm finally arrives.
He joins me, the pulsing of his cock radiating through my flesh as his growls fill my ear. It’s incredible, thrilling, and everything I needed in this moment. Everything except his mouth on mine. As my shudders subside, he removes his face from my neck and our eyes meet once more. We stare at each other for a long moment, so many things passing between us, unspoken, neither of us willing to admit that there is something here.