Page 67 of Spider

“We can do that?” I ask.

A smile spreads across his face. “Yeah sweetheart, we can.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, the thought of him taking me on his bike turning me on. “While riding?” I ask.

His eyes spark. “I wouldn’t risk it. When I’m fucking you, all I can think about is how fucking good you feel. There ain’t no way I could concentrate enough to ride as well,” he adds.

I nod. “Where would we go?” I wonder. Luca takes my hand in his and leads me down the stairs to the garage. He pauses and hands me the helmet. “We are going to do it now?” I ask in disbelief.

“Sweetheart, you keep asking me those questions while looking at me like you do, we are doing it,” he states.

“I’m just looking at you,” I argue.

He closes the distance and grabs the helmet straps, buckling them under my chin. “Sweetheart, you weren’t just looking at me. If I was to glide my fingers over your pussy right now, it would be wet,” he states as he fastens the clip. I smile. “Get on the damn bike, sweetheart,” he orders before swinging his leg over the bike. I get on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

We ride only a short distance before he turns down a narrow road in the middle of some fields. Coming to a stop, he turns the engine off. I get off, removing the helmet as I look around.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“Just somewhere the MC owns,” he states. I shrug and turn around to face him. He’s still sat straddling his bike, his vibrant green eyes heating as they look me up and down. “Remove your panties sweetheart, and get over here,” he orders.

I quickly do as he’s asked and walk towards him with my thong in my hand. He takes it and places it in his pocket before he glides his hand up between my thighs under my dress to my centre. He delicately runs his finger along my seam.

“Fucking soaking wet,” he moans. Removing his hand, he licks his fingers. “Straddle me, sweetheart,” he orders, helping me to straddle his lap. He glides the straps of my dress down my arms, exposing my breasts. “Lay back,” he demands.

I slowly lie down, worried that any sudden movements will topple the bike. The cold metal from the fuel tank on my back makes me gasp.

“You’re safe, sweetheart,” he assures me, sensing my unease. His hands slowly glide over my body, cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers. He lifts himself up slightly, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his thick hard length.

“I’ve just realised you never wear boxers,” I mutter, my eyes fixated on his dick.

He strokes his hand up and down. “Not since you. I want to be able to fuck you without any extra restrictions,” he states. I look into his eyes as he pushes my legs further apart, pressing the head of his cock at my entrance. “Ready for me, sweetheart?” he rasps.

I nod and he pushes his hips forward, completely filling me. I gasp as he grips my hips firmly. “Move your body with me, sweetheart,” he groans. I tighten my walls around him, moving my hips in sync with him as he glides in and out of me. Even being outside in the open, it feels intimate. Laying across his bike laid bare for him as he fucks me, his eyes gaze upon me with intense desire. “Fuck, you have no idea just how fuckingbeautiful you are when you take my cock,” he groans as he moves in and out of me. He looks down at our bodies connecting. “Fucking stunning,” he pants.

I reach above me and hold on to the handlebars for leverage. He quickens his pace, and as he does, a loud clap of thunder irrupts above us. We both look to the sky to see lightening dancing through the thickening clouds. Suddenly, the heavens open, soaking us. I can’t help but laugh.

“Maybe this is a sign to stop.” I laugh.

He shakes his head. “Not a chance, sweetheart. Fucking you under the elements, your body being lit up by the lightening dancing across the darkened sky, while your body is soaking wet before me... This isn’t a sign to stop. It’s fucking perfection,” he groans, thrusting his hips faster. The rain makes my body glide with each thrust. “Let me hear your moans, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels,” he grits out.

“So, so...” I moan as pleasure begins to build. The loud thunder rumbles around us, and the pouring rain covering us only adds to the sensations building within me. “I’m, yes!” I cry out, not being able to string out any coherent sentences. As if my body is in sync with the storm, my orgasm explodes as the lightening lights up the sky. The pleasure is almost too much to contain. My hips buck, and every muscle in my body tenses. “Fuck!” I cry out.

Luca doesn’t let up. The bike wobbles beneath me as his hips erratically pound into me, chasing his own release. I blink through the rain, watching as his eyes darken, his dark wet hair dripping down his face, the muscles in his neck tensing as his climax hits. He quickly pulls out, spilling his seed all over me.

“Fuck!” he roars, his chest heaving. It’s the most beautiful and erotic thing I’ve ever seen. He runs his hands through his wet hair, slicking it back out of his face. I sit up and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. He takes my mouth, kissingme like he owns me. Breaking the kiss, his eyes search mine before he tucks my wet hair behind my ear as the rain continues to pour. “I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you,” he declares.

I smile. “Is that so?” I ask.

“You own me, sweetheart.” He pauses. “From the moment I met you, you coiled around my heart like fucking barbed wire. And now you’re so embedded, I can’t exist without you.”

Emotion is thick in my throat. “I love you, Luca,” I say softly, my voice breaking. “No one has ever made me feel like you do.”

He presses his lips to mine, kissing me. “Move in with me,” he demands across my lips.

I smile. “As if you have to ask.”

He lets out a deep throaty growl. “I wasn’t fucking asking.”

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