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“Yeah well, it’s mighty boring princess. Do you have your book to read?”

“Sure do.” She says, holding up her latest smut book that supposedly has tentacle sex and all kinds of funky shit in it.

I wait until she slips it into my backpack before I help her put in on her back. She laughs at how heavy it is as I sit on the bike and offer her my hand.

“My lady.” I say helping her step up on the peg and giving her something to lean on as she swings her leg over the bike and gets situated. “You good?”

“Perfect.” She says, wrapping her arms around my waist and setting her hands on the gas tank.

“Good girl.”

The garage door rattles upwards, and I fire up the bike. She roars to life, rumbling between my thighs. I’m already hard,how could I not be with her touching me, and the vibrations feel fucking amazing.

“I want zoomies.” She laughs though the intercom on the helmets.

“Yes dear. Once we get out on flat road okay?”

“Thank you H.”

My phone connects with the Cardo and we’re off, down the driveway that has extra ruts from last night’s activities. She’s not only insatiable in bed, but with her kills as well. I thought I was excessive, but she puts me to shame with her bloodlust. The dogs are happy though and I may have lost a few of them to her. That’s okay though. We’re a team effort now.

The front tire catches the blacktop as we emerge from the front gate, and we take off, already in second gear. The bike lurches forward, and she squeals in delight.

I love the sound of her laughter as much as her growls of pleasure. She is all I’ve ever wanted, even though I never knew I wanted it. A partner in crime, literally, and someone to love me like I’ve been missing since mother died. The voices have quieted since she professed her love for me, and I almost feel at peace. Almost.

The rides help. I get to enjoy the open roads and feel the freedom of careening on two wheels as fast as the sportbike goes, but I also have the comfort of her hold on me. She leans against my back, her hands in my lap as we speed down the streets, weaving in and out of traffic, and lane splitting at stoplights.

The ride to the office is peaceful even though we’re breaking every traffic law. She giggles behind me when we lean into curves, and she pats my helmet when she sees cops, so Ican slow down and not draw attention to us. The cops wouldn’t chase me anyways, they’d never catch the bike, and with the new laws they’re not allowed to anyway.

“No plate, no face, no case.” I laugh to Lily as she gives my head a tap even though I reduce gear and sit up straighter as we pass a cop car a block away from the office building.

“Yeah baby.”

The ride up in the elevator is something from one of her books. We step in, and I have her up against the wall, her hands over her head, and her tongue in my mouth. She grinds her leather clad pussy on my knee and moans like a feral beast.

Slapping the emergency stop button, I rip her gear open, the zipper sliding down with protest. Her tits spill out of the leather, and I have those dusty pink nipples in my mouth sucking on them in turn as she pants and pulls my hair.

“Oh fuck H, yes.” She moans. “God yes.”

I know I don’t have time to fuck her in here, even though that would be a lot of fun. I have a nine o’clock meeting with Jack about some missing paperwork or some stupid shit he should be able to handle on his own. I do have time though to make her cum violently into my cupped hand.

Thrusting my hand down into her suit, I find her already wet and needy. She’s slick and pulsing, her hungry little cunt needing my touch. I part her pussy lips with my fingertips and plunge them inside of her, making her lean forward and groan like a wounded animal.

“So hot and wet for me baby. I want you like this all the time.”

“Yes, Sir.” She says, her body undulating, her mouth hanging open, her skin flushing from her arousal.

That perfect pussy squelches loudly as I finger fuck her, driving up deeply into her, and flicking her little clit with my thumb. The scent of her fills the elevator, making it smell of pure sex, and I smile at the thought of the next person riding in the metal box being able to smell it and know what I’ve done to her.

She pulls on my hair so hard that I can hear her fingers squeaking on the strands, and I grab her other hand and place it over the tattoos on my throat. She knows what I want. I want her to squeeze with all her might, showing me that she owns me as much as I own her.

When she presses against my windpipe, I swallow thickly and ram my fingers up into her so hard her hand trembles against my skin.

“H.I’m gonna…”She whines.

“Now princess.” I rasp out through my constricted throat.

She falls apart, with her legs shaking, and her eyes rolling back in her head.

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