Page 23 of Cyber Revenge

He kisses me.

Hard.

Hot.

Possessive.

His tongue pushes into my mouth like he owns the space. Like I’ve already said yes.

And maybe I have.

He spins me around, bending me slightly over the gas tank of the bike, his chest pressed to my back, cock hard against my ass.

I gasp as he bites down on my shoulder through my shirt.

“Tell me to stop.”

I don’t.

I moan instead, grinding back against him.

“Good girl.”

He yanks my tank top up and over my head in one motion, exposing my tits to the cool night air. My nipples harden instantly. He sucks one into his mouth, biting gently, tongue circling.

Then he drops to his knees behind me.

“Open your legs.”

I do.

He slides my leggings down over my ass and thighs, growling when he sees my soaked black thong.

“Fuck, Lyd…”

He presses his mouth between my thighs, tongue flattening over the thin fabric before dragging it aside and licking a fat, slow stripe over my cunt.

I cry out, legs shaking, fingers digging into the bike seat.

His tongue works fast, deep, messy, needy. He flicks my clit until my legs buckle, then shoves two fingers inside me and curls them up.

I come hard, so hard I scream, my pussy pulsing around him, dripping down his hand.

But he isn’t done.

He stands, undoing his jeans, and pulling his cock out, thick, veiny, perfect. He rubs it against my entrance, teasing me with the head.

“You want it?” he asks, voice low.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck me. Please.”

He slides in deep. One thrust. No hesitation.

I scream again.

He fucks me fast bent over the bike, one hand around my throat, the other on my hip, pulling me back against him.

The sound of skin slapping echoes in the night.

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