Page 37 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
“I’m…” I moan it slowly. “Going…” The titillation is so intense. “To come.”
He adds a fourth finger and pumps them all inside me, “Do it now.”
I climax with a coarse scream on my lips as the sensation washes all over me. Succumbing to the high I can’t get enough of.
“Taste yourself.” He shoves the fingers that were just inside me into my mouth, “suck.” The sweet flavor spreads through my mouth when I swallow and Luka takes the rest to his mouth.
The woman staring at me is a contented, satisfied, sexual wonder.
“I want you to look at yourself like that every day, wildflower. See the enchanting beauty you are. Especially that lively desire that resides within you. You deserve everything you wish for and more.”
My insides are burning. The ache in my core is unlike anything I experienced before. Being around Luka is making me feel… free. “Thank you.”
He spins me around, peppering kisses on my cheeks, jaw, and one long delicious kiss on my lips. “Let’s go. More hours are ahead of us and I plan to be inside you again and then some.”
He redirects the elevator to go upstairs. “I need you to change your skirt, we’re going for a ride.” He gives my ass a playful spank to get me going.
Luka
Shehasnoideahow fun, exciting, and hot it is to have her riding with me. Her hands hold me tight until we stop at a red light and then they roam, caress, and squeeze my chest.
A big ass smile covers my face underneath my helmet.
I think she likes it.
We went over a few things she should know while she’s riding with me to make it a smooth ride. The girl is a fast learner.
I will never do anything stupid to put her in danger or risk the chance of us crashing. Her safety is my priority. I’ll let her taste some of the power of this machine. The force of nature it is. Just a tiny bit.
“This is fun,” she shouts.
I chuckle, “Yeah, you enjoy it?”
“Yes! This is amazing.”
Get used to it. We’ll do it often.
I shift gears, speeding away to give her the boost of adrenaline these rides hold along with the energy it creates.
We pass through the city streets but I don’t care about anything other than her and the road. Anything else ceases to exist through the tinted visor.
“WHOOOO!” Her full-of-joy giggles expand my chest as she keeps making her contentment sounds.
She spreads fist-bumps to strangers at red lights, signaling random people to rev their bikes which they all oblige. She even tapped her helmet to warn me of cops.
A massive truck pulls by our side, and the little lady prompts him to honk for her when she’s pulling her fisted hand down twice.
Who can say no to this irresistible, alluring woman?Such a goofball my wildflower.
It feels fucking intoxicating. Dylan overdose is my kind of poison, I’d lap around for hours just to witness her acting like that.
Her body—like a koala—clings to my back, warming every muscle she encounters.
“Luka,” her soft voice registers, her little hand is rubbing the leather jacket above my chest.
“What, baby?” As I reach my left hand back to caress her leg, I hear her sniffling.
“Thank you for taking me on this ride.”
