Page 32 of Deuce

Sophia stroked her hands up and down my shirt, coming dangerously close to that bulge in my pants.The woman was playing with fire.Now my concentration was divided.Part of me still wanted the thrill of racing around the lake with my woman hugging my back, but the other part of me was already plotting where I could pull over and enjoy what she was offering.Because that hand wasn’t shying away from my cock.

The little tease knew exactly what she was doing.

There was a roadside park up ahead, and a little path led from it to a secluded clearing where a spring-fed brook flowed down and into the lake.Perfect spot to pull off and teach my handsy passenger a thing or two.

Chapter Seven

Sophia

I knew I was playing with fire, but I just couldn’t resist.Riding behind Deuce with my arms wrapped tight around him meant I could feel his muscles rippling every time he moved, and the smell of leather and musky male was a heady sensation.

I let my hands drift low enough to feel the bulge in the front of his pants.

I was starting to rethink the whole cat lady thing.

When he slowed and turned into a parking area on the side of the road I expected him to stop, but he just geared down and followed a narrow trail that wound beneath tall trees before opening up to a small meadow.He guided the bike to the far side before killing the engine and flipping the kickstand down.

Pulling his helmet off, he twisted his neck to look at me.His eyes smoldered with the promise of retribution.“Get off.”

I felt a flicker of uncertainty.Was he mad, or horny?

Dismounting, I undid my helmet and turned my back on the big, bad biker, running a hand through my hair to fluff it up.Helmets might save lives, but they did nothing for my hair.

Deuce came up behind me.I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he wrapped his arms around me.He slid one hand under my shirt and splayed his fingers across my belly.

I felt heat blaze through me in anticipation.Not mad.Horny.His hips were firmly against me, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against me.

“Think you were going to get away with teasing me like that?”He muttered the words against my tangled hair while his hand wandered up toward the skimpy lace of my bra, the one I’d bought especially for tonight.

“Maybe.You going to punish me?”The thought sent a flood of wet warmth to my pussy.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to.Can’t have you thinking you can do whatever you want without consequences.”He slipped his hand under my bra and stroked a fingernail across my nipple.

“Mmm.True.”I reached behind me and cupped his crotch, feeling his cock grow even harder.“What do you think would be a fitting punishment?”

He pulled his hand out from under my clothing and grasped me by the shoulders.Turning me to face him, he lowered his head.I placed a hand on his chest and met his lips halfway.

The world ceased to exist.He worshipped me with his mouth, gentle and persuasive at the same time.I opened my mouth and slid my tongue across the crease of his lips, and suddenly he wasn’t quite as gentle.

His hands went to my hips as he opened his mouth and consumed me.He pulled me in against him, and I could feel how hard and ready he was.

I gasped.“Deuce.”

“Yeah?”He answered without letting go of my lips.

“I want you.”

“That’s good, because I plan on taking you.Maybe more than once.Maybe I won’t stop until you beg me.”

My heart raced as he took his hands off me and shrugged out of his cut.He removed his shoulder holster and set the gun aside before unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off.He pulled his tee shirt over his head and spread it out on the grass, then held out a hand to me.

Damn, he looks good without a shirt on!I dropped to my knees next to him and he reached for me again.We kissed.Forever.It wasn’t enough.

“I need to feel you.Naked.Inside me.”Where had this wanton side of me come from?I’d always been the one who held back, who worried about decorum and what people might think.But with Deuce, I couldn’t get enough and if anyone had an issue with it, screw them.My inner slut was coming out to play.

I slipped my jacket off and sent up a prayer of thanks that I’d had the foresight to wear a sweater that slipped over my head.Taking the time to undo reams of buttons would have been sheer torture.

Deuce reached for the bottom of the sweater and pulled it up over my head before tossing it carelessly aside.I leaned back on my hands, leaving my breasts to thrust forward in a blatant invitation.

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