Page 45 of Unforeseen Love

“Undo your jeans,” I say, letting go of her wrists and taking hold of my hard length, working my hand up and down my shaft a couple of times.

She keeps her back to me as she pushes them down her thighs, along with her thong, stopping above her knees. I reach around her stomach and lower my hand to find her wet as I tease between her folds with my fingers before cupping her sex, hard.

Bending my knees, I tug her back so my cock settles between her arse cheeks.

She sucks in a sharp breath.

“Oh my God,” she says as I slowly rock back and forth, causing friction between us.

With her jeans at her knees, her thighs’ grip my cock, only adding to the overwhelming sensations.

Her breaths come in harder and faster as I trail my nose along the shell of her ear, inhaling her sultry scent, both sweet and villainous in its pursuit to render me captive.

“Fuck,” she says as I rub my thumb over her clit in the figure eight. Her weight bears down on my cock even more, and it takes everything in me not to shoot my load.

Tilting her head back, she turns her cheek, resting against my chest as I lean in and take her bottom lip between my teeth and tug gently before sucking it and letting it go with a soft popping sound.

Her eyelashes rest on the top of her cheekbones, delicate like butterflies as her eyelids flutter back and forth the more I work her clit.

“Come for me,” I say against her lips, thrusting back and forth with more vigour, my cock still nestled between her arse cheeks. Desperate to be inside her but needing to make her come, I doubt I’ll last once I feel her velvet walls wrapped around my thick shaft.

“Now,” I demand.

Her mouth falls open as she coils tight and calls out my name. “Theeee-o.” The way her lips form the most delicious ‘O’ around my name is my undoing as I shove my tongue in her mouth, soaking up her orgasm. I have one arm crossing over her pelvis, holding her in place as I continue to stimulate her clit, and all without penetration.

“I need inside you,” I say, pulling back from the kiss.

She nods, and I love how accommodating she is in the throes of passion.

“Put your hands flat on the seat of your bike and arse in the air,” I say, bending my knees so her arse cheeks are no longer groping my cock. I squeeze myself at the base, watching in the low light of the garage as she does what I ask her.

“It does things to me… you being so submissive,” I say, letting go of myself and palming her arse cheeks in each hand, spreading them apart, her rose pucker begging for me to fuck it––soon.

“I don’t have any protection, but I can pull out or we can wait until we get back up to the flat,” I say, leaning over her back to speak in her ear.

“You’re clean?” she asks, her voice cracking.

“As a whistle,” I reply. As soon as I caught Orla cheating, I got myself tested.

Peering over her shoulder, her eyes find mine, and when she’s satisfied with what she sees, she faces away.

“I’m clean too, and on birth control,” she says. “You don’t need to pull out.”

I swear to all that is holy, my knees almost buckle from her words.

Without waiting any longer, I move closer, spreading her and aligning myself with her wet core.

“It’s going to be a tight fit, baby, are you ready?” I ask, but don’t wait for her response as I thrust into her in one swift movement.

She cries out from the force, her bike rocking forward as she grips the saddle of the seat, until she pushes back against me, steadying herself.

I hold still, loving the way her channel envelopes around me––we fit perfectly together. Never has it felt like this.

“Fuck, you feel different. Good different,” she says on a satisfied sigh.

I let out a wicked chuckle. “I’ll take that as a compliment, but I also take it you’ve never been with a man with a piercing before?”

She attempts to look over her shoulder, but the padding from her jacket and me sheathed inside her like this makes it a little difficult.

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