Page 87 of Rider Daddies
I’m thrown over a Harley like a rag doll, my torso bent over the seat as Ash wrestles off my very tight denim shorts.
Any time today, soldier…
After trying to undo the belt loop several times, he rips the fabric and undresses me that way, leaving me in just a plain white tee and panties.
He doesn’t bother with the tee—there’s no time.
As for the panties, he hooks his finger underneath the fabric and tugs until I hear another gratifyingrip!
That’s how it should be done.
I feel the wind blow against my pussy, making the sensations even more tingly.
What they never tell you about sex in the open air is how fucking hippie it makes you feel, at one with Mother Nature as you make love under a sky full of stars. Though I wouldn’t call aggressive bending-over and undressingmaking love, it’s definitely something.
Ash unbuckles his pants and plunges straight inside of me.
I grip the edge of the seat and hold on for dear life as he begins his thrust. Holy shit, the man can fuck. And I have the feeling this isn’t the hardest he can go.
You can only suppress your screams for so long until you let go.
I yell his name, my back arched to fit all eight-nine-something inches of him inside of me. At this point, he’s in my stomach rearranging my organs.
And it feels like heaven on earth.
“Oh my god, Ash!”
It’s good, but I’m missing two others.
I’ve broken my own rule—all three were supposed to be in the room at the same time…
But in my defense, we’re not in a room.
I’m sure this will cause some uproar with Ryder and Saint, but Ash and I don’t have the mental capacity to think about that right now.
He hits gold every time, his dick dragging out just to slide up against my clit, stimulating metwice.The screams leave my mouth involuntary. I simply have no control over my body and I’m not ashamed to admit that.
Sex should always feel like this.
Mentally, I’m not bent over the bike right now. I’m cruising through the stars at full speed, breaking all laws of physics.
I’d be lying if I said the next scream that comes out of my mouth was an accident.
I’m intentionally screaming at the top of my lungs now, in competition with the howling wind. My breasts are lonely without Ryder sucking on them. I need some brotherly assistance.
And that is exactly what I get.
Ash’s dick leaves me, and now I feel empty.
I turn around just in time to see Ryder boot his older brother to the ground. The kicking continues even though Ash is down,one hard kick after the other, followed by the exclamatory: “Sanctimonious, fucking asshole. Go to hell.”
I look further over my shoulder, conscious that I’m still butt-naked and bent over a Harley. I’m just about to close my legs when Saint pulls up, widening them again.
“Let me show you how it’s done.”
A new warmth enters me, a different one, but the feeling is just as good.
And we’re off again.
