Page 20 of Breaking Boston

"It's my turn now, Boston," he says with a voice full of desire, turning my core to mush. "Have you ever been bent over a bike and fucked until you saw stars?"

"No, I haven't." I run my hand under his shirt, tracing his rippling muscles with my nails.

I sucked in a breath as he took out the blindfold again, slipping it over my eyes. I assume he's taking his mask off, and inside I'm going crazy, wanting to see what he looks like. Next, he undoes my pants and pushes them below my hips, gently turning me around. Once I'm bent over his bike, he pushes his hand between my thighs and rubs his fingers along the seam of my pussy, growling in my ear.

"So fucking wet for me. Tell me, Little Bird, does fucking a stranger turn you on?" His lips skate across the nape of my neck, making me shiver.

"A little," I admit in a breathless moan as he slides two fingers into me, pushing them knuckle deep.

"A little, my ass. Your cunt is soaked. My fingers are fucking drowning in there." He pumps his hand, fucking me with his fingers, with my stomach pressed firmly against the seat of his motorcycle.

"There's no need to be nervous. Just as King made you feel good last night, I'm going to make you feel even fucking better,"he promises, pressing on my clit with his thumb, his fingers probing and parting me from within.

I gasp and moan, unable to form a coherent response as he continues to pleasure me in ways I never thought possible. The feeling of being so exposed, bent over a motorcycle in a public place, is electrifying. Every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and I'm on the verge of losing myself completely to the sensations he's evoking.

Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and wanting—so desperate. Before I can protest, he pushes his cock against my opening, teasing me little by little.

"I want you to feel the pleasure I'm giving you," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I want you to watch as I make you come undone."

I nod, breathless and eager for more. The sun is beginning to set, casting an orange glow over us as he turns my head to the side, leans in, and captures my lips with his own, igniting a fire within me. Sirens blare close in the distance, but I ignore them as he eases into me, stretching my pussy with the size of his cock.

I gasp, arching my back, feeling him going deeper until he bottoms out inside of me, filling me deliciously.

"Jesus, fuck, you're as tight as a fucking virgin. How does my cock feel, Little Bird?" he grunts into my ear, the sound in rhythm to his deep, long thrusts as he slams me into the bike with each one.

"Mhm, it feels so good," I moan, pushing my ass back to meet his strokes.

The pleasure is overwhelming, and I'm lost in the feeling of him driving into me over and over again. The sounds of our bodies colliding fill the air, and I find myself on the brink of ecstasy. With every deep thrust, I surrender to the intoxicating sensations engulfing me.

His hand grips my hip, guiding me as he pounds into my pussy relentlessly. I'm panting and gasping, my nails clawing at the leather seat as I chase the elusive peak of pleasure. The world around us fades into the background, leaving only the two of us in a world of pure, unadulterated bliss.

As he brings me to the edge, I feel my body start to convulse. With a final, powerful thrust, I unravel beneath him, my release crashing over me in waves of pure ecstasy.

We stand there, holding each other, as the world slowly comes back into focus. The sirens have faded, and the orange glow of the sunset bathes us in its warm light. And in that moment,

These two mysterious men have already made me feel nothing but welcome and pleasure already, and I'm curious as to what else they have in store.

Once we're decent, we climb onto his bike, slipping our helmets on. "Let's go sell some dope, shall we?" He takes off, speeding down the street through traffic, not giving a fuck about the rules.

I hold on tight, feeling the rush of the wind and the vibration of the motorcycle beneath me.

I feel alive.

We weave in and out of traffic, heading towards our next destination, and I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. I have no idea what's in store for me next, but I'm ready to find out. There's something undeniably thrilling about the danger and the unknown, and I'm more than willing to embrace it. As we soar down the street, I can't help but smile, eager for whatever adventure comes my way.

This is just the beginning.

SEVEN

THE UNMASKING

LUX

All fucking day I spent thinking about Boston. She stayed in my head and drove me fucking crazy; it didn't matter what I did.

But I fucking loved it.

I love thinking about her.

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