Page 52 of Reaper's Rage

“I’ll never say no to a ride.” He says as he leads me to his bike.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: REAPER

Riding a motorcycle is freedom. Riding a motorcycle with your woman against your back… well, there are no words to describe the experience. Except fucking perfect. I drive Ashlyn down the strip before taking off through the suburbs and out into the desert. We ride through a few back roads as the sun rises high in the sky. I know we should get back to the clubhouse. Dante and the others are returning from Chicago and they’ll likely want to leave for San Diego soon. I find a turnabout and pull in, when Ashlyn taps my leg. Worried, I stop the bike and help her disembark.

“What’s wrong, babe?” I ask her, shifting to face her as she removes her helmet. She fidgets under the high sun, her face flushed from the wind and the heat, her long golden brown hair falling down her back and over her shoulders. She’s so fucking beautiful. The sight of her slams into my heart.

“We’re heading back to the clubhouse?” She asks and I nod.

“Yeah, Dante and the others get back today. Why?”

When her face reddens even deeper, I have to hold back a grin. I know my girl, and the only reason she blushes this deeply is when she’s thinking about sex.

“Do you think we could find a place? A place with no traffic?” She asks as her blush deepens. “Where we can be alone?”

I reach over to run a finger along her jaw and then over her luscious lips. “Are you thinking of riding me, or would you like me to bend you over my bike and fuck you?” I ask her, grinning.

Her eyes widen before she smiles and nods her head quickly. “Both.”

I laugh as I help her back on the bike. It isn’t hard to find a spot out of sight of the road behind a couple of rocks. I check the ground and the area for rattlesnakes before I let her get off the bike. Then I remove her boots and peel off her jeans. “Keep your socks on. The ground is hot.” I tell her as I unbuckle my jeans and release my cock. Getting him hard doesn’t take long. Having Ashlyn wrapped around me always keeps him at half mast. Seeing her partially naked and eager for my cock has him fully erect and ready to play. Pulling her up onto my bike, I have her straddle me so I can tease her pussy.

Ashlyn leans her hands back so they’re clasping the handlebars. She’s already creaming, but I use my thumb and fingers to work her clit and pierce her channel. Curling my fingers, I find that spongy area that has her moaning and in no time, her hips jerk. When I press my thumb down hard on her clit, she detonates. With her essence gushing out, I lift her hips and impale her on my cock.

“Fuck!” I shout out as her greedy little pussy pulls me in. Her tight velvet walls flutter around me. I control her movements until suddenly she clamps down on my cock and I come much too close to blowing my load. I thrust through her second orgasm, focusing on her face as she milks me for her pleasure.

“Reaper!” she mumbles as she comes down from her high.

When her muscles relax, I pull out and lift her off the bike. Pushing her down so she’s bent over it with her forearms on the seat, I push her legs apart so I can step between them. “This is going to be hard and fast, baby. I won’t last long.” I warn her as I slam myself home.

“Reaper!” she shouts as I pound hard into her. “Oh, god, oh, god.” She chants as I fuck her hard and fast. I know she’s still new to this. I can feel her essence dripping out of her with each thrust. My baby likes it hard and fuck yeah, I’m giving it to her hard.

Too soon, my balls tighten and the tingle shoots up my legs as I cum hard inside her. My spunk adding to her cream. I can only hear the wet splotching and our labored breathing as I glide in and out of her.

Ashlyn drops her head and now I’m worried I may have been too hard. “Ashlyn, baby, are you alright? Did I hurt you?” I ask as I stroke her back.

“I think I passed out.” Ashlyn says. “I know I saw stars.” She says in a much stronger voice.

I laugh and can’t help but feel like a king. It’s always a good feeling when you can fuck your woman into another orbit. I yank open the saddlebag and remove a wet wipe from the container I keep in there.

I quickly clean us both and help her get dressed. She leans her head against my back as I rev the bike and return to the road. This is what riding a bike with your woman does. It creates a bubble where it is only the two of you and the world is perfect. If I had taken the time to consider it, I probably would have seen that it was the calm before the storm. That evil was just waiting to crash back into our lives and destroy our peace.

We pull into the clubhouse to see Dante and the others have returned. I don’t see Puma’s bike, but most everyone else’s is there. I find my President and brothers drinking beer and laughing.

“There you are.” Dante says as he welcomes us. “Happy birthday.” He tells Ashlyn with a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Now that you’re here, we’re having Church.” Dante calls out. “Where’s Puma?”

“He had to go out.” Wildcard says. “Got a call while you were all riding back here. He said he needed to go help someone, but that he’d be back soon.”

“He went by himself?” Chill asks, and I can see the aggravation on her face.

“He said it wasn’t a big deal. Some girl he knows needed help. A guy was hassling her. He’ll be right back after he scares the shit out of him.” Wildcard says. “He’s a big boy. He can take care of himself.” Wildcard assures her.

“He still should have backup. As far as I know, he’s the only President we have. No offense, Dante.” She says to my Prez.

“None taken. I guess we can wait until he gets back.” Dante says. “In the meantime, Reaper with me. Smoke and Spark have some news.”

I turn to Ashlyn. “I gotta go, you’ll be alright?” She nods as she stands on her toes to kiss my cheek.

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