Page 80 of Tangled

And just like that, she penetrates those last few bricks structured around my heart.

“I feel the same, Liv,” I say, reaching to pull her onto my lap. My lips seek hers out in desperation, yearning to feel her connected to me. I kiss her deeply as she surrenders to the moment—our two broken souls healing one another and fighting for the future I know we can have, the future that gets clearer every time we are together.

When we break, reclaiming our breaths, I lean my forehead down to hers and inhale her scent.

“Sometimes I still can’t believe we got here,” she whispers, running her hands through my hair as she holds on to my neck.

“Me neither. But I don’t regret it for a second.”

We sit there for a few minutes, encased in each other, soaking up the feeling of just being, before I move her next to me and reach for more food, feeding her seductively as the mood changes from reverent to heated.

Olivia licks her lips as I slide my fingers between them to pop an olive in her mouth, her mouth closing around my fingers as I pull away, sending a blast of arousal to my dick.

“You’d better watch it babe, or you’re going to be on your back in the forest in no time.”

“No, I have a better idea,” she whispers, moving to stand and reaching for my hand to pull me up. Once we’re both upright, she walks us back over to the bike and motions for me to sit before she straddles the bike in front of me so we’re facing each other.

“What are you doing?” I ask as my hands run up along her thighs and onto her hips.

“I want you to fuck me on the bike, Kane.”

And just as the words leave her mouth, my dick twitches in my jeans, making me painfully harder than I was just a few moments ago.

“Uh, I’m not sure how that’s possible. Christ, do I want to, but you’re going to get too cold, babe.”

She shakes her head. “Not if you have easy access,” she quirks her eyebrow while spreading her legs further, my eyes seeking out her crotch as she looks up at me. “Rip the seam, Kane,” she points to her leggings between her thighs as I look up at her for clarification.

“Are you sure?”

She nods. “Yes. I can buy more leggings. But this moment, right here… this is the only moment we get like this,” she declares confidently while leaning forward to suck my bottom lip into her mouth, biting it sternly before releasing it. And fuck if I needed another reason to submit to her requests—because if my woman wants sex on the bike, she’s going to get sex on the bike.

I reach down and rub my fingers along her slit through her leggings, noticing how wet she already is as the fabric dampens. I situate my hands along the seam and tear, ripping the fabric farther than I intended. But when I see Olivia’s bare pussy through the hole, I know there’s no turning back now.

“You little minx. You’re not wearing any underwear. Were you planning this the entire time?” I say through clenched teeth as my hands dig into her thighs and I feel my self-control fading.

“I wanted to be prepared in case the opportunity presented itself.”

“Fuck, babe. You’re soaked already,” I say as my fingers thread through the opening in her leggings and run along her wet folds, enticing a moan from her.

“I’m always wet for you, Kane. Now fuck me, please,” she cries as she leans back slightly along the body of the motorcycle.

I shuck my jacket off and lay it down under her for a little cushion and stand to release my cock from the confines of my jeans, grateful that we surpassed the need for condoms weeks ago as I stare down at Olivia’s open legs and guide my dick to her entrance.

I veer up at her as I line us up and then reach around her body, enveloping her in my arms as I plunge into her.

“Yes,” she exclaims as I set a punishing rhythm, losing myself in the fantasy of this woman beneath me on my bike, checking off a bucket list item, as well as a sexual first for the two of us. There are so many other firsts I want to experience with her—but I decide to just immerse myself in this one for now.

“God, baby. You feel good, so fucking good,” I growl in her ear as she arches in my arms. My lips find her neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses in their wake as Olivia’s head flies up and her eyes find mine—the forest green of her eyes is light, yet on fire, full of desire and need. And I see it there—the pleasure, the high, the ecstasy that’s about to hit her.

“More, Kane,” she shrieks as I pound into her, dragging my cock through her slick wetness with every thrust. This woman has ruined me, in the best way. There will never be another woman who can make me feel this out of control. I want to give her all of me, every last drop until we both see stars.

I sit back on the seat and bring her with me so my cock hits every nerve ending deep inside of her.

“Oh, God,” she moans as I lift her up and down, driving harder with each thrust up.

“I’m there, Kane,” she breathes, her thighs clenching around my hips as I feel myself about to lose it as well.

“Come on my cock, Liv,” I growl in her ear as she splinters above me, the pulse and force of her orgasm so brutal she brings me over with her, pulling every last ounce of pleasure from our bodies as she screams into the quiet surrounding us.

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