Page 3 of Biker's Fake Engagement Ride

And he pulls back. “I’m not trying to blackmail you into sex, Mandy. I don’t mean I’ll only help you if you do this.”

I am so far gone.

I slide my hand into his pants and say hoarsely, “But we’ll be more believable if we experience each other.” I know that’s a totally lame thing to say. If a guy said it, I’d laugh him right out of the room. Of course, the expectations on us girls are much smaller.

He has no more protests for me.

Chapter Three

I guess this is the first time I’ve ever been with a real man. I don’t say that to take anything away from the boys in my past. But I think it’s fair to say that they were all boys. I mean, obviously, my boyfriend in high school was a boy. The guys in college seemed like boys, too. There just wasn’t the confidence that Jonathon displays, and the confidence he shows is amazing.

He undresses me without any hesitation. I mean… my hand comes out of his pants as he lifts my shirt up and off. My bra follows a moment later. He kisses me and adjusts me and… I just don’t really have any idea how I end up completely naked, stroking his cock as he kisses me and his fingers tease my pussy. Well, of course, I understand what he does but it’s like he just moves quickly to make it happen and it’s almost like I’m dreaming it instead of experiencing it in real life.

But it is real life, and his fingers are just perfect. I’m moaning like some kind of overly emotive porn star. I mean that I’m totally over the top, not behaving like a normal girl at all but instead like some kind of sex-crazed… Take your pick. Slut. Whore. Well, you name it and I’m moaning like it!

And I scream because an orgasm hits me. I don’t get it at all. I’m usually a slow burn but this sexy biker brings me to orgasm with his fingers and he doesn’t even thrust them into me! I mean, I end up cumming because of his teasing rather than because of any direct, definite, and clear-cut thing he does. I scream and then I can’t even form words. I need him so badly to get inside of me but I can’t say it! I can’t say anything!

I don’t have to. He reaches for my hand and takes it off his cock. He ends up pinning both of my wrists against the couch as he positions himself and then I scream again because he finally thrusts into me.

As his cock slides into me, I feel like I’m going to pass out. I mean, this is an entirely new experience for me. My body isn’t responding the way it should. Well, I guess if I get a choice, this is exactly how I want my body to respond in a situation like this. However, my body definitely isn’t responding how I expect it to respond. I’m locked up in an intense, almost impossible way. Then, the release is like some sort of euphoric explosion of joy.

And then I lock up again.

It’s like every aspect of the orgasm is intensified, deepened, and more clearly and sharply defined. It’s like I experience the orgasm with a great deal more clarity and, I don’t know, mindfulness. Is that the right word? If it means being fully present and aware of every minute aspect of the situation, it’s the right word. I feel my abdomen tighten up. I feel the way my nipples torture me with oversensitive pleasure just by how Jonathon’s chest rubs against me as he thrusts.

And that cock.

Wow.

There’s no real way for me to explain it other than to say that I’m stretched in ways I’ve never been stretched. Look, I’m no prude. This isn’t the first cock I’ve felt inside of me. It’s not even the fourth. I have been with boys with different sizes. It never matters. The whole dick-size thing is such a stupid bullshit thing. In fact, all of my friends in college whoever ended up with a guy with a big dick always complained. It always hurts or feels too uncomfortable. The disconnect between how the world kind of believes size is important and how it works out is crazy. My media professor back in college says it has to do with pornography. Large cocks are made for better camera shots. That’s where the whole size thing started, I guess.

Anyway, sorry about the rabbit trail.

The point is that Jonathon has a very large cock. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable. What it does, though, is stretch me pretty dramatically. It absolutely makes me feel like I should be uncomfortable or should be in pain. But I’m not. I should be but I’m not, and there’s something really powerful about that. There’s a kind of intense vulnerability involved and it highlights the whole situation. It happens against the backdrop of my orgasm, and the size impacts my orgasm as well.

It’s like every bit of my pussy is impacted as he thrusts. I wish I could explain it better. I can tell you that it’s like that cock leaves no millimeter of flesh inside of me untouched. I feel sensations in places I’ve never been stimulated before. It’s almost like learning you can get far more of your pussy involved in an orgasm than you ever thought before.

You know, this whole thing is a spur of the moment. I think under ordinary circumstances that by now, I would be lost in my head about everything. I’d already be freaking out about the consequences. My mind would race with all of the ways this situation could become awkward and worrisome. I would already be planning what to say and how to address things once we’re done.

But none of that goes through my mind at the moment. My mind is completely occupied with the pleasure rushing through my body. It’s like there’s just no room at all for anything else. I just experience each of his breathtaking thrusts like some sort of pleasure-filled sexual revelation. I want to cling to his body but my wrists are still pinned. I can only move my hips as he thrusts into me and I really can’t do much of that at all because the way the pleasure rushes over me is pretty damned paralyzing.

This is all Jonathon.

I mean, this is his show. He’s the director and the star. The intensity of the pleasure is astounding to me, and I just have no real frame of reference for how powerful it can be. I can tell you, though, that when he cums I realize that I’m relieved. I realize I probably couldn’t have taken much more.

That doesn’t keep me from inviting him to spend the night, sleeping with him that evening, and also sleeping with him in the morning.

It doesn’t keep me from regularly sleeping with my fiancé from that point forward, in fact.

Chapter Four

And the sex is always that good.

I mean, as time passes, I keep experiencing orgasms that feel impossible.

This situation is pretty damned exciting.

I mean, I’m going to get to keep my Nana’s house and, in the meantime, it’s like I have a sex slave dedicated to my pleasure!

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