Page 13 of Emerge

I patted in front of me as she came closer. "Don't be scared. It's not going to fall over."

She bit her lip, and I took her hand for balance as she climbed on, facing me on the rear seat. It was elevated and gave me the perfect view of her glistening pussy. I didn't know if the bike would fall or not, but I'd sat on the thing plenty of times and the kickstand held just fine.

"Morgan, this doesn't seem safe." She spoke while looking down at my dick.

I tilted her chin up. "You're worried about falling off a parked bike when you healed yourself after being shot in the leg?"

I let her chin go and trailed a finger down to her spread legs. She inhaled sharply as I ran my finger across her wet slit. She was already drenched for me and I groaned.

"I'm more worried about you." She spread her legs farther as I traced her lips with the tip of my finger.

"Lay back a little and grip the sides of the bike." My command made her legs start to close and I pushed them apart. "I won't let you fall."

She complied, and I grinned, knowing that we were going to have some fun in the bedroom once I was in full working order. I put her leg on my shoulder and she hummed as I circled her clit.

"Don't tease." Her thighs trembled as I pushed in a finger, savoring the tight warmth that I'd hopefully soon be buried in.

I fingered her until she was writhing on the bike seat, getting her juices all over the leather. I'd never look at this bike the same again.

I pulled my fingers out and scooted back until I was reclining against the metal of the gas tank. I stroked a hand down my dick and her eyes darkened as she straddled me. I teased her entrance with the tip of my dick.

"What about a condom?" She was already circling her hips, ready to ride me.

"Blake mentioned he'd told you about the shots we can get, and I didn't want to be taken for a pup, so I got them." In one quick upward thrust of my hips, I was buried inside her. "Fuck, vixen, you feel like home."

She began rolling her hips, riding me on my bike like we were the only two people in the world. Every few thrusts, she grinded her clit against me, whimpering into my neck.

"Lean forward and grab onto the handlebars." I would pay a million dollars to be watching her ride me on my bike.

Her gripping the handlebars gave her some leverage and she began riding me like she was my ride or die. Her face was buried in my neck as our bodies slapped together.

I brought a hand across her ass, not too hard, and she clenched around me with a whimper. I did it again and again until she was milking my dick like she was racing to the finish line.

The cry of her orgasm echoed in the garage and my own orgasm swept down my spine as I came inside her. I felt every spasm of her tight channel as we came together.

She carefully extracted herself from me and then the bike and grabbed a roll of shop towels on the workbench. I watched her, wanting to imprint the image of her in my brain.

"What?" She handed me a few paper towels and picked up her clothes.

I rubbed the back of my neck as I watched her. "I just keep thinking this is a dream and I'm going to wake up to find you aren't real."

But she was real, and she was mine.

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