Page 71 of Dirty Little Saint

“Can I drive?” She tilts her head and bats her eyelashes at me.

I clasp her hand and tug her toward the door. “You think you can handle my bike?” I tease her.

She lifts onto her toes to whisper in my ear, “I can handle a lot of muscle between my legs.”

My cock instantly throbs.

I usher her out the door and down the steps to where my bike is parked. The thought of her rubbing her bare pussy against my leather seat makes me so fucking feral I almost drag her into the bushes and ravage her like a wild animal.

I glimpse a flash of her taint as she throws a leg over my bike. As I nestle in behind her, I pull up the back of her skirt. Her bare ass presses against my cock with only my black cotton pants separating us.

“Where to?” she asks.

I wrap my arms around her waist. “The graveyard.”

She revs the bike a few times before taking off. This is the first time I’ve ever let anyone else drive, but she handles it like a pro. She’s wild and fearless as she shrieks like the wind, increasing the speed little by little as she gets more comfortable.

It’s turning me on so fucking much I can’t contain it anymore. “Don’t lose focus.”

“What do you mean? I’m fine,” she calls back.

I chuckle as I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. I nudge her forward and pull her hips back, hoping we don’t fucking crash. But then again, I’d happily die with my cock inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” I watch as her grip tightens around the handlebars.

With one arm still around her waist to anchor myself, I fist my cock in my other hand and press it against her entrance. “Watch the road, and don’t take your hand off the throttle.”

Her juices trickle out and onto my leather seat. Fuck, she’s so wet. As I slide my cock inside her pussy, we both gasp. “Oh, baby… fuck.”

The bike drifts, and she almost loses control. “Riot… you’re a fucking psycho… But don’t stop.”

I roll my hips forward and almost cum instantly. With the cold wind whipping furiously between us, lashing at our heated skin, every nerve in my body is tingling. My cock pulses inside her core as she clenches so fucking tight around me.

It’s hard to thrust at this angle, so I just grind into her in little, short bursts. “Drive faster. I need to fuck you harder,” I growl in her ear.

She lets out a deep guttural moan as she hits the throttle, nearly spinning us out, but she corrects, and we thankfully don’t go flying off the bike.

“Please… fuck. I need more, Riot.”

“Then drive faster.” I hold up her skirt and slap her hard on the ass. She chokes my cock with the walls of her pussy, squeezing me so fucking tight.

When we finally pass through the iron gates, I point to a group of trees. “Park over there.”

As soon as we reach the spot, she kills the engine, and everything gets dead quiet. I push her forward so she’s lying across the bike on her stomach. “Fuck, you did so well. Riding me and my bike at the same time.”

She grabs onto the handlebars as I slide out and then thrust back inside her. “Uhhh,” she moans. “Fuck… you’re crazy.”

I slap her ass cheeks and slam into her again, lifting her hips up and down as I bury myself to the hilt. “Mmm, I’m… fuck. FUCK.” I push in as far as I can go. All the blood rushes to the tip of my cock as a wave of spasms rolls up my shaft. My cum bursts out, filling her to the brim.

And it triggers her.

She rubs her pussy against the leather, grinding against it as she stimulates her clit.

I push on her ass, moving it in circles. “Yeah, give me all your fucking violence.”

She screams, and the floodgates open. Her juices spill onto my cock like a dam breaking open for the first time. I thrust into her again, splitting her wide open, drawing her climax out until she’s raw and broken.

As we still ourselves, our breaths heavy, I smooth my hands over the marks I left on her ass. “We need to talk about something.”

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