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She looks away then back again, opening her mouth half a dozen times to speak before tipping up onto her toes and wrapping her arms around my neck. “You’re so hot on this thing. The leather vest, the wide shoulders, the rumble of the bike. You smell like fucking… ginger or cedar or something. I don’t know. I’m a mess. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”

I can’t help but smile and wrap her closer. “Keep talkin’.”

She smiles. “I’m sitting on the back of that bike, and I can’t get that scene in my classroom out of my head. You had me pressed against the wall, and your arm is so big and inked, and… I,” she swallows hard, “I was about to come on the back of your bike just now. Like, full on orgasm. I was blaming it on the vibrations for a while, but then I realized it’s you.” She shakes her head. “I… I don’t know. I got all confused and freaked out.”

My mouth salivates and I tighten my grip on her waist. “What’s confusin’? Sounds like your body knows what it wants.”

She giggles innocently and looks away. “My body is simple. A rumbling bike next to a burly, inked up dude, and apparently, I’m all set.”

“Can we both agree you’re into me now?” I wrap her in closer.

She rolls her eyes and shoots me a playful grin. “Stop it!”

“No way. You had me pull over for a reason.”

“Yeah, because I didn’t want to have a non-consensual orgasm on your back.”

I laugh. “In the future, I love knowing you’re having orgasms on the back of my bike. But now that we’ve stopped, I feel obligated to take care of you.”

She narrows her brows. “Obligated?”

“Obligated.” I grin. “I’d hate knowin’ you had all this pent-up frustration with nowhere to put it.” I glance down into the ravine. “We can tuck away over there, behind that boulder.” I slip her hand into mine and walk through the forest toward the rock, expecting her to stop me, but she doesn’t.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I could smell her excitement from here.

It’s a warm, sunny day, and the river rushes behind us as I hold her frame up against the cool rock and lean into her lips for a slow, intentional kiss.

She moans into my mouth and moves my hand to her hips before dragging it up toward her tits.

My cock was already hard. Now, it’s like steel.

I’m sure there’s a gentleman out there that would’ve insisted on driving home to show a girl like Daisy a good time in a comfortable bed, but I’m not that guy.

I tug the front of her dress down and trail my lips onto her tits until I’m sucking her nipple into my mouth with a groan.

She wiggles the rest of her dress down and wrestles with my belt as though she’s needy and desperate to come.

My cock pulses out as I kick off my boots and step out of my jeans. The summer air is sticky but there’s a gentle breeze where we stand beneath the pines.

“I need that little pussy, darlin’.” I palm over her mound and slide two fingers into her soft, wet core. She’s so fucking soaked.

Her legs spread slightly and her hand lands on my stiff cock. She strokes me back and forth, gripping me in her tiny hand as she moans into my ear.

My fingers thrust deeper inside of her. She’s so tight.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “I can’t take this.”

I kiss her bruises, lingering on each and every place that piece of shit before me touched her. I’m going to erase these fucking marks on her skin and her soul. I’m going to make her mine and show her what it feels like to have a real man’s love.

I want to be gentle, slow, intentional, and take my time with her sweet, little, innocent body. She deserves it. But the more juices that drip from her needy little pussy, the more feral I become.

“On your knees and suck my cock, darlin’.”

She darts a gaze toward me, and I wonder for a second if I’ve gone too far. But like a good girl, she bites back a grin and does as she’s asked, sinking her knees into the dirt before gripping my cock and sucking the fuck out of it. Her fingernails dig into my ass, as I hold the back of her head and thrust my cock deep into her throat.

Gag after beautiful fucking gag spills from her lips. I should pull off. I’m acting like an animal, but I can’t stop. There’s something about this view. My cock slamming into her lips. Her tongue twirling around the head. The sweet little sighs that spill as she stares up at me.

Fuck!

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