I remove both her tops, dropping them onto the ground, and stare at her in only her little, lacy, black bra. Her breasts are perfect handfuls. I unsnap the clasp at the back and it gets tossed to the ground too.
Jesus, she’s completely naked on my bike. Her nipples are so hard I whistle at the sight of them. “Nice tits, little lady”. She responds by pushing them up closer to my face. I duck my head, swiping my tongue over one as she starts to ride me. I suck it inside my mouth and bite down on it, hard enough to have her arch up a little in pain. Then she offers me the other one. She’s a greedy little thing, no longer playing the sweet card.
I pull her hair out of her ponytail and she shakes her hair out, which is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I have her amazing body naked on my bike while she straddles my dick, and her hair is flowing wild behind her as the mild breeze catches it.
I need more.
I slide my hands under her thighs, tug her legs up, and pull her a little closer to me. She lays back against the gas tank, moving so my balls will spank her rim. Then I take over.
Fuck, she’s flawless.
“Grab hold of the handle bars.” I sound like a caveman. I stand up a little, my feet pushing into the ground, and then I’m thrusting into her while my balls slap freely against her hole as she makes excitable little noises. Her breasts are bouncing, and I couldn’t get any deeper if I tried. She’s the sexiest creature I’ve ever let on my bike. She’s wild, but in an innocent way. I know she would feel amazing without this condom, but we need this between us. I speed up and blow my load while she arches that perfect back of hers, her firm ass pushing into my seat, leaving her arousal all over it.
Fuck. Me. Drunk.
Her innocence concerns me. Any other female would be making unnecessary noises and playing it right up to me, giving me dinner and a floor show. She doesn’t come with bells and whistles; she’s natural and sexy as all fuck.
I can tell from her response to what just happened between us that she has no idea how good she is.
We both need a minute before moving again, and I enjoy the view of her lying back, satiated on my bike. Her eyes are telling me how good that was for her. They have drooped lazily as she tastes her lips one more time.
And then I’m reminded of how she cried out. Looking at her now, lying back all sexually satisfied, you wouldn’t believe it had hurt when I entered her. It felt like I broke her hymen, but that wouldn’t make sense. Not to somebody like her. She was ready for this. I entered her so hard and fast, expecting a rough time. I wasn’t paying too much attention to a woman’s inner workings. I’ve never nailed a virgin. The whores that hang around the club are always experienced, and the other bitches I take had their seal broken a long time ago.
She doesn’t seem bothered by it, and she was a sexy fuck, but now I need to move on. Enough of Joe Blow. I have to get this sweet piece of ass off my bike because I have a job to do.
Edge slides out of me and lifts me off his bike. The sensation of him leaving my body is enough to make me come to my senses. I’m feeling shy, awkward, and confused. I’m the one butt-naked standing in a parking lot in nothing but my flip-flops, shivering from a mixture of emotions, not just from the cooling night, but also from what I had just allowed a man to freely do to me, and the realization that I was definitely a virgin.
I mumble my thanks and grab my clothes, dressing as quickly as I can, making sure I keep my back away from his eyes so he doesn’t see the scarring. This would only lead to questions I don’t need to be answering. He hasn’t given me a second glance as he busies himself getting his jeans and boots back on, while my mind is bombarding me with questions I can’t answer.
I don’t understand. How could I have been a virgin all this time? William did things to me when I was drugged. He led me to believe I was taken every time. What did he do to me when I was hanging there?
Starting to feel sick, I grab my stomach and close my eyes as I try to center myself and keep my shit together. I have to lock these thoughts away until I can process them. I need a shower and to work through these emotions, and the only way to do that is to watch those videos.
“Hey, little lady,” Edge interrupts my thoughts, bringing me back to what has just happened between us. “Sara!” His voice is sharp and concerned. He gives my arm a little tug. “Are you with me?”
I shake my head. “Yes.” I look into those gun metal eyes.
“Are you okay?” He’s watching me, waiting for a reply. The answer to that is on the hard drive because I’m not going to be okay with what I see on it, but I need answers.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I lie and shrug my behavior off. This is my cross to bear, and nobody else’s. “We both got what we wanted tonight.” I give him a smile I hope is convincing. He lets go of my arm.
He’s busy pouring water from a water bottle he’s taken from his saddle bag over his seat, wiping it down with a balled up t-shirt, giving me a mischievous grin. “You’re certainly someone I could do this with again, so wild and innocent.”
I should feel embarrassed at that comment, but I don’t. I’m far from wild, but maybe I’m more innocent than I thought.
“Ok. I’m gonna hit the road.” He’s making his escape, and that’s fine by me. I don’t know what you say after a hook-up.
He’s starting his bike, and I feel stupid standing here waiting for him to leave. I really should walk back inside, but I don’t.
“Take care, Sara.” He gives me one last long look, like he wants to remember my face, and then rides off. When he’s out of sight I get that horrible feeling again, like I’m being watched. I scan the back lot and see nothing. I hurry inside to get cleaned up, so I can return the key and get everything back to how it should be, again.
I need my world back on its axis even more now.
I smile as I leave the parking lot. She was a fuck I won’t forget in a hurry. I could have had more of that sweet and eager conquest, but I have a schedule to keep. It’s only ten o’clock; the night’s still young. I’ll take a ride over to the next big town and get myself something to eat, then I’ll come back in a couple hours and get what I came here for done. Then I’ll be gone, never looking back.
I’ve decided this time if the old bitch whore is staying at the house, I would go in quietly. If I have to fucking wake her up, I’m coming face-to-face with her before she meets an untimely end.
Leaving Sara behind has left a small twinge of regret tugging on my mind. To shed that feeling, I accelerate and ride like the wind.
I’ve ridden over on one of Boxer’s Harleys and parked around the side of William’s house. This is the first time I’ve been back to it since I fled. Lincoln and I have driven past, but never to it. It was liberating riding down the avenue of oak trees toward the plantation home without having to feel afraid of anybody. I’m not scared, because there’s no longer a reason to be frightened. Boxer and Miss C have shown me that.
I’m legally the owner, for a short time anyway. It gives me no joy. I’m not the rightful owner. I’m totally dumbfounded as to why William would have my name written into his will, much less leaving me the majority. It simply doesn’t make sense. I honestly didn’t believe I would outlive him and ever be free of him, so this simply floors me.