Page 52 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
Changing our positions by putting me on the front seat, I gasp as our sexes are joined together. The immense pressure we instill in each other is sensational. Diabolical.
The moment I drop on his cock, arching my back on the fuel tank. The exhaust is revving with torturous vibrations, my bare ass can feel just fine; it adds to the pleasure of feeling him inside me on the open route.
“You’re such a good girl.” The heated expression in his eyes is like a storm raging on the horizon waiting to wreck what’s in front of it. His teeth graze my collar, biting my flesh softly and licking upward my neck. “Are you ready for your live performance?” he tucks his helmet back on.
My legs are wrapped around his waist while my hands grab onto them firmly, “Hold on tight.” We take off before I have a chance to reply.
It’s fucking wild and sexy and unbelievably insane. Not comfortable, yet, hot. We’re already known for taunting the devil. Mine especially.
“Start moving.” He pumps the gas higher but still slowly, “Pleasure yourself on my cock.”
And fuck I do.
In circles, my pussy swallows him in and grips his cock tight.
My body yearns for him every hour of every day like a sex-crazed maniac.
“This is the best feeling ever.” He declares.
I moan. “M-hmm, yes.”
He drives significantly slow than he would on other occasions—playing with all the instruments at once—pushing the brakes every few seconds that causes him to get balls deep inside me. He thrusts me back, lifting my ass a little, and drives in me like the wild heart he is.
We’re exchanging pleasure and conveying it to something so powerful and beautiful.
Nothing seems tangible at this moment except the grip I have on Luka’s waist as he thrusts deep in the spot where his piercing kisses the depth of me again and again—the one belonging only to him—sending me spiraling out of control.
A scream rumbles from my chest, deafening the silence surrounding us as he pulls over to a gravel off the road.
Before he commands me another order I take the opportunity and shove him backward. I bounce on his cock, losing myself in our connection.
Intertwining our fingers, I place his palms on my hips.
I can’t see his eyes but I can feel him staring at me through the visor, enchanted by our new shared memory.
“I love the feel of your thick cock inside me, penetrating my walls as you’re getting deeper and deeper, stretching my tight pussy and opening me up just for you.” I share with him.
“Fuck,” Luka gasps.
We moan and whimper loudly as I continue to ride him for long minutes, watching our spirits bind together, pouring our energies into each other.
“Turn around and straddle me.” He straightens back up a little, waiting for me.
I comply, gluing my back with his front, and once again filled to the brim by him.
He pushes me against the bike’s fuel tank and slams deeper within me repeatedly, as fast as he can go.
We’re fucking like two animals on the side of the road.
His fingers dig into the apex of my thigh until they drag a straight line to my clit and rub me gently, opposite to the force of his thrusts. His other hand stabilizes me by the waist, balancing him as well. “I knew we were going to break so many laws together.”
His large hand cups my breast while pumping mercilessly inside me. Every thrust is deeper than the previous.
“You want me to break you?” he withdraws and shoves his cock hard inside me, ones. “Put you back together around my cock.” Finally, my throat gets some of his attention as the squeeze tightens.
“Break me.” Lifting my hand on top of his, I urge him to squeeze my heavy breast. He does, pinching my nipple in the process.
The peak is so near I’m about to burst.
