I pull away, burying my face in her hair. She smells like fresh apples mixed with a little sweat from her workout. She doesn’t disappoint me. Her tight little pussy walls clamp down hard, and then my fingers are drenched as she lets out a sound that drives me crazy. I’ve never heard such a completely fulfilled sexual noise as the one that leaves her. It’s like a breath of fresh air to hear a woman make a noise like that. It wasn’t fake or exaggerated. It was full of unabashed ecstasy.
She opens her eyes and raises her head when her soft little pants turn to normal breathing, and she looks around as if to notice for the first time where she is, who she’s with, and what just went down.
I don’t want her thinking about it too long. I need some relief because my cock is about to pass out from the strain of wanting out of my pants. She just came in her panties, and I want to get inside her, ride her roughly, and hear that noise again.
My dick wants to hear that sound again.
I grab her hand, tugging her around to face me, kissing her hard on the lips. “Come with me.” My voice is thick with deep, predatory desire. I don’t wait for her to answer. I just take her with me, my hand gripping hers until we have made our way through the back exit I noticed earlier. I walk her across the parking lot to where my bike is parked in a corner out back of the bar.
The lot is empty.
Perfect.
I wouldn’t fucking care if I had an audience. I know how to share. I like to watch.
The streetlight above us is so filthy only a dull glow escapes it, but it’s enough to see each other. Her eyes go all big when she sees my bike.
“Do you ride?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I can see she loves to ride just in the way she said that one word. I stop her beside my bike. “I’m only gonna ask this once, so be very clear with your answer.” My voice sounds strained, but I don’t rape chicks. I know what I’m capable of doing to a woman, and I don’t get turned down. “Are you ready to be ridden hard?”
“Yes,” she replies without hesitation. This is the most confident I’ve heard her all night.
I drop to my knees and strip her shorts and sodden panties off in one movement. She rests her hands on me as I bury my face in her bare pussy, eliciting a shocked little noise from her that gets replaced by a moan of pleasure when I slowly swipe my tongue deep inside her slit.
Fuck, she tastes amazing.
“Oooh...” Her lips make a little circle and she grips me a little harder. I come back for another slow, deep lick. A long moan comes out on a sexy, feminine purr.
Jesus, this chick is hot. She seems so innocent, not like any other woman I’ve had underneath me, on me, or wrapped around me.
I unbuckle my belt and my dick springs forward out of the top of my pants while the scent of her arousal sends me closer to the edge. I pull her hips to my mouth. “Spread your legs a little more.” Christ almighty, she’s turning me on. She’s confusing the hell out of me with her innocent act.
Most females would be mounting me and wriggling their snatch in front of my face fully clothed. She’s different. I groan at the sight of her pussy, lashing my tongue through her slit a few more times until she spills over so easily, so readily on a soft moan. Her fingers are gripping my shoulders like a lifeline while I lap her orgasm up, and her legs quiver a little from the pleasure.
You got that fucking right, little lady. I can make you shake and tremble.
My ego isn’t so dented anymore.
Her scent is blanketed all over my mouth and it’s driving me a little crazy. I wonder if she’s ever been kissed by a guy after he’s gone down on her? One way to find out.
I get to my feet and kiss her hard. She doesn’t falter; so sweet one minute, and wild the next. I cover her mouth with mine and she meets my intensity, kissing me back just as hard. Her hands find their way into my hair, her fingers plowing through it while she devours my tongue, making a little humming sound as she tastes herself thoroughly.
My cock is standing up at attention between us. I wait for her reaction to it pressing on her stomach, expecting her to grab it and be all over it like other chicks would be... but she doesn’t.
One minute, she acts so innocent, and the next, she’s on fire. She’s a little sexual bomb waiting to detonate.
I pull away and move so I can swing her leg over my bike, and then I toss my jeans and boots where my jacket and button up lay on the ground. Her eyes are telling me how much she’s enjoying the partial strip show I’m giving her. I grab the condom from my wallet before throwing it on top of my jeans. I tear the packet open with my teeth and roll it on then mount my bike behind her, sliding her forward a little, getting myself situated where I need to be.
“Step up on the bike pegs and lean forward so I can get inside you.” She does everything I ask of her. I admire the view; she’s something else. My rock-hard erection just got even harder, if that’s possible. I grab hold of her hips and slam into her.
She cries out in pain.
I’ve pumped into her twice before I can stop myself.
What. The. Fuck?!
I still my movements. She doesn’t move. Did I just break her hymen? “You okay, little lady?” My voice is low and unsure of what just happened. She didn’t act like a virgin. Fuck, look at her. Who wouldn’t have tapped this? I start to push her up and off me. There’s no way I’m doing this to her if I hurt her.
The friction of me moving her up and her pushing back down on me has her making a little noise. “No. I’m okay. Please. I need to do this.” She’s breathless, and those mixed signals have come back.
I need to stop this. Her words sound unsure, and I won’t continue. I move her up again, and she pushes back down with force. We both groan out in unison.
“Little one, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to stop.” I lay my head on her back. I need a moment. “Just let your body take me in. I’m big, and you are such a waif.”
She looks back at me and nods her head then looks forward. This small movement from her body is enough to betray whatever her mind was just thinking and she starts rotating her hips. She wants the friction, and I need to go slower. She’s never been ridden rough before; I don’t care what she agreed to.
I won’t be going hard tonight, so I gently thrust inside her, letting her move her body to get what she needs.
She’s so tight.
I push her up because I need to see her face. She tries to resist me because she thinks I’m rejecting her. “Easy, little lady, I just want to turn you around so you can straddle me and ride me at your own pace.”
She lets me lift her up, and we both want the feeling back the second we are separated. I help her turn around, with my feet planted firmly on the ground, and she slides back down onto me on a sigh, our foreheads leaning together as we take each other in. I let my hands glide down over her firm ass, feeling each perfect mound.
I want nothing more than to take her hard until she soaks my bike seat. It would be worth it just watching her get all wild in front of me. She might be quiet, but as the saying goes, it’s always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I grit my teeth because she’s wrapped so tight around my dick. I’m feeling a little animalistic at what this woman does to me. Her body calls to me, but I need to let her take the reins. I’m not used to someone behaving the way she is towards me.