Page 10 of Feint

“P-PLEASE! Kordell… please let me come! I’m so close!” she begged as she bit her lower lip to stop from crying out.

“You want to come?” I lowered her fingers back to her clit, and she greedily started rubbing in fast, frantic circles again. “Then, come. Come all over my cock right… fucking… NOW!” I groaned into her neck as I shot my warm cum inside her.

I thrust four more times, all the way to the back of her pussy, making sure to empty my entire cock. As I did, I felt her pussy tighten, pulling my cock so sweetly inside a little more as she moaned and came.

“That’s it. Fuck, that’s it, mama. Look at you go. You’re so pretty when you come, you know that?”

I brushed her hair out of her face and held her steady as her legs trembled around me. I pulled her in and kissed her softly, one kiss after the other as I gently pulled out of her. She whimpered at the emptiness I left behind. I held her for a few more minutes, and then once I was sure she was steady, I let her go and backed up. Looking at the mess she’d made on my cock.

“Mmm… that was so… hot.” Rosalie started to lower herself onto the ground, and then she stepped to her pile of clothes and went to reach for them.

“Who said we were done?” I asked, annoyed she didn’t even ask me if she could get dressed.

Asking to be able to do things was something I was working with her on. I wouldn’t go easy on her for forgetting that little fact. She knew better.

She froze and stood back up. Turning to look at me, she wrapped her arms around her middle, and her body shivered. “But it’s getting cold. Why can’t I put my clothes back on yet?”

She pouted, and, fuck, here came my hard-on again.

I pointed to my bike. “Lie on your stomach on my bike, mama. Don’t complain. Just do it.”

I watched as she hesitated for another moment before she walked over and gently climbed onto my bike, lying on her stomach. I walked over and admired the view from behind. My cock twitched. I needed her to be back farther, so I stepped up and gripped her hips, pulling her until her ass was perfectly aligned with the edge of the seat.

“That’s better,” I said as I gently rubbed her ass cheeks.

“You ready for me to fuck your small little asshole, mama? Because, fuck, am I going to enjoy this tonight with you, right here, right now.” I pressed my pointer fingertip lightly against her and watched her flinch slightly out of instinct.

“Ummm… y-yeah I guess… just be… nice, please,” she whispered, still a little out of breath as her excitement built back up again.

“HEY, YOU OVER THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” The loud, booming voice cut through the evening air.

Rosalie and I tensed. I turned around, shoving my hard cock inside my pants, and she scrambled off the bike as we saw someone starting to jog in our direction. Shit, a security guard. I zipped up my pants as Rosalie tugged on her shirt and pants.

“Leave your underwear, mama. Let’s bounce!” I yelled at her as I yanked on my helmet before I jumped my bike.

The guard was getting closer as I turned it on, and Rosalie pulled her jacket and helmet on. I grabbed her and pulled her up behind me, and we raced off before the guard could catch us. He yelled some shit toward us and flipped us off, but I laughed and popped a small wheelie as we peeled away.

As we cruised into the city, the tension from getting caught started to melt away in the wind. But my heart still raced with annoyance from the missed opportunity to fuck her pretty little ass tonight. This was the first time she had consented to having her ass fucked, and the chance was wasted from some stupid fucking security guard doing his job for once.

I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on my handlebars. The engine beneath us kept me aware of the ride as my mind kept trying to wander back to what tonight could have been. And knowing someone else had seen my girl naked? Even from afar, that thought pissed me off. The sense of possessiveness I had over Rosalie was overwhelming at times, and tonight, I especially felt it.

The taste of Rosalie’s lips still lingered against mine, a reminder of the night. She was mine, and I had no intention of letting anyone else stop me from enjoying everything about her in the future. I leaned back into her, and she squeezed her arms around me, pressing her boobs against my back. I reached a hand back and slid it up her thigh, gripping it for a few moments.

She shivered beneath my touch, and I heard a soft moan escape her lips. I knew she was still feeling the high of her orgasm, and it only fueled my ownership of her. I’d made her come like that. I was the ONLY man who could ever make her come like that.

After a few more minutes, Rosalie’s soft voice came over the headset.

“Can we stop to get something to eat on our way home? I’m starving.”

She giggled afterward, and my dick ached in my pants. We pulled into a local burger joint and walked inside to order. I made sure to kiss those tempting lips as we waited for our food to be ready, and then we made our way to a table and started to eat.

Once we started, we realized just how hungry we were. I even went back up and got an extra order of fries and two shakes—a chocolate one for me and strawberry for Rosalie. We finished our shakes and fries outside next to the bike before tossing our garbage and then headed home. By the time we arrived, she was exhausted.

Well, fuck, I thought as we walked inside. No picking up where we’d left off tonight.

We took a quick shower and climbed into the bed, and within minutes, Rosalie was tucked under my arms and fast asleep.

“You’re mine, Rosalie Wells. Don’t you ever fucking forget it,” I said to her sleeping body.

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