Page 74 of My Turn Petal
It’s still not enough for her to see it as an additional milestone in her path to recovery.
Her fear and panic come from a lack of belief in herself and what she’s capable of. Dealing with this for years has taken a toll on her—all the anxiety she must feel as a result, affects her.
“What do you say,” I stand next to her, “About giving me a ride?” I wiggle my brows.
I know these rides bring her so much joy.
“Hell yes!” she puts the brush on top of a newspaper that lies on the floor.
I have ridden with her countless times so far and I love it when she gets tired outside and I get to drive us home afterward.
She sighs. “When I ride on my bike all the stress fades away, the exhaust revving loudly and swallows all the baggage I carry over my shoulders.” Her beautiful bright grin travels from ear to ear.
I give her a peck on the lips and grab our backpack from the chair. I always take spare clothes for Frankie because I’m either tearing them to pieces or dirtying them.
“It both terrifies me and turns me on, how the speed limit doesn’t concern you, petal.” I knead her thighs, feeling her back curve for me.
She chuckles in her helmet speaker, slowing down. “You see, the perfect crime partner.”
No doubt about it.
I can almost sense her licking her lips and biting them as I continue to apply more pressure and dip my hands lower toward her pussy.
A throaty moan echoes in my helmet.
Riding across New Jersey, we arrive at the state park and Frankie kills the engine.
The woods spread before us, waiting to be part of our game.
I may have given her an orgasm before we left the house to increase her appetite and because she always comes first to me.
“Thank you for being my backpack.” She gives me a fist bump before she climbs off the bike.
“There you go,” I hand her a skirt from the backpack.
She fucks me with her gaze, handing me her sweats. I shove them inside while I’m fixated on the ink that is swimming on every inch of her skin.
She is a masterpiece.
A priceless art.
Wetting her lips and biting her lush bottom, she winks at me.
What a little tease she is.
“You want me to toss you over the fuel tank and take you right here, in the parking lot for curious eyes to see. I bet there’re surveillance cameras here too, we can give them a hell of a show.”
Giggling to herself, she takes off running and shouts, “Yes, if you catch me.”
“Run, petal, run.” I whistle, shifting on my boots toward the direction she dusted.
Her little legs skip away, searching for a place to hide. Though, she can’t hide from me, I would sense her anywhere.
I long to be buried deep inside her warm pussy. The first and only to be within her. I’ll sore those vocal cords. Make her a mess as she comes on my cock.
“You can insert the tip.”
“Just the tip?” I ask.
