Page 44 of Driven by Desire

He’d bought her several anal plugs of varying sizes. Sometimes they played together, but he told her when he wanted her to wear one when he wasn’t around.

She blushed and bit her lip. Glancing away, she shook her head, some of her hair escaping the knot on top of her head to drift around her flushed cheeks. “I can’t wear them when I’m at work, Soloman. Way too uncomfortable when I’m climbing around underneath a car. I need to be focused on the machine not my body.”

He gave her a wicked, heated look. “Not my problem, gorgeous. I’m ready for you now. You should have listened to me when I told you what to wear this morning.”

She gasped, realizing his intention when he stepped toward her. The intense look on his face, combined with their weeks of play should have told her where he was leading her. She tried to swing her leg off the bike, but he brought one broad hand down on her thigh in a slap that reverberated through the garage. She cried out and then moaned as painful heat morphed into something delicious.

“Soloman, I don’t think I can…” she moaned.

“You can and you will,” he said, trailing his fingers across the angel tattoo on her back and coursing shivers down her spine. He loved watching the angel dance for him when she was excited. He leaned over her, placing his lips against her ear and murmuring, “you’ll take whatever I give you, understand?”

Her breath hitched and she swayed forward, but nodded eagerly. “Yes, Soloman,” she moaned as he ran his hand down her back over the curve of her ass. She lifted herself slightly off the seat so he could reach underneath her. He slid two long, rough fingers into her clasping heat.

“Ooooh fuck, that feels so good…,” she moaned, dropping her head forward onto the handlebars while he pumped his fingers in and out, her slick passage easing his way. She started to rock with his movements but accidentally turned the front tire of the bike. She moaned in frustration and shot him a glare.

He chuckled, pulled his fingers from her scalding body and brought them to his mouth. He licked her delicious juice from his hand while yanking his pants and underwear down with his other hand. Her eyes had gone dark velvet brown with lust and she was sliding her pussy along the seat in an attempt to get some friction on her clit after he abandoned her pussy. When that didn't work, she reached down the front of her body knowing it would take only seconds for her to arrive at an explosive orgasm.

Naked now, Soloman stepped back up to the bike and brought his hand down hard on her ass in a stinging slap. She jumped and cried out. He took her small hands and wrapped them around the handlebars, stretching her across the bike once more.

“I own your orgasms, gorgeous, not you,” he snarled in her ear.

Her breathing came in short gasps and she held onto the bike for dear life while he climbed on behind her. He was so tall he could easily straddle the bike and remain standing on the concrete. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes wide with a combination of heated desire and apprehension. The intense heat of his eyes burned into every part of her, tattooing “mine” everywhere he looked.

He brought a broad tattooed hand down on her lower back and gently caressed, running his fingers soothingly up her spine. She wasn’t expecting the light touch and shivered as goosebumps raised along her flesh. At the same time, he slid his other hand underneath her, found her soaking entrance and roughly thrust his fingers back inside her body, shoving them all the way in. She cried out and arched backwards but he held her down.

When she settled against the bike once more, allowing him to continue, he began tracing his fingers in delicious circles across her back while simultaneously plunging his fingers inside her body with enough force to shove her up the bike if she hadn't been clinging to it so hard with her knees. The dual sensations of gentle and rough swept through her like a fire, combusting her from the inside out.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed, as an orgasm ripped through her with surprising speed. Fluid gushed from her pussy and onto the leather seat underneath her. She didn’t have enough brain power to care at the moment. Later she would give him hell for treating one of her sweethearts so poorly.

She collapsed against the bike, resting her heated cheek against the cool metal of the tank underneath her. She gasped for breath, her body sizzling with aftershocks while he used her own sweet, sticky fluids to coat her tiny asshole. She moaned as he circled and pressed the tiny bud with his finger until he was sliding in with ease. She loved the tiny catch as it pushed through the ring and the breathless feeling in her chest as she wondered if her body could manage. Then the delicious, taboo feeling of something filling her ass.

He took his time preparing her, stretching her, using her own dripping pussy juice until she took two thick fingers. She moaned in a combination of pain and ecstasy as he pumped them in and out of her ass. She writhed underneath him, seeking relief from the fullness while gradually climbing back toward another mind-blowing orgasm. She could feel his cock hot and heavy between them, ready to take a piece of her ass as soon as she was ready. Though she’d never experienced it, she craved the bite of him in her ass. She wanted him to own her. Every part of her. God, he was turning her so damn depraved and she loved it!

She rocked her ass back against him, forcing his fingers further into her impossibly hot, tight clasp. She gasped and quivered at the intense, full sensation. “Please, Soloman,” she gasped out in a strangled moan, “fuck my ass now, please!”

She felt him go rigid behind her, then pull his fingers out of her ass. He lifted her hips, lined himself up with her pussy and slammed himself inside her silken heat. He thoroughly coated himself in her slick fluids before pulling out. He didn’t wait. He didn't savour the moment. Her desperation and words unleashed the beast that wanted to take every part of this woman for himself.

He pressed the head of his engorged cock against her puckered asshole and steadily drove through her anal passage until he was seated completely in the incredibly tight, heated embrace. She screamed and arched against him, bucking backwards as though trying to throw him off of her. His cock was too big, so much bigger than his fingers or the toys they’d been using. She wasn’t ready. He was tearing her apart.

He hooked an arm around her belly and forced her to hold still against him while her body adjusted to the invasion. He leaned forward and, placing his lips against her ear, he growled, “Just breathe, Riley. You’re doing fine.”

She panted and gasped for air. Gradually, her body began to relax as the insanely tight fullness subsided. He relaxed his hold slightly and slid his arm down her belly toward her pussy. He ran the pads of his fingers across her clit, sparking sensations through her belly and surprisingly through her anal passage. She gasped and rocked her hips a little. Her eyes flew wide.

“That’s right, gorgeous, feel how good that is.”

He pulled her a little tighter on his dick and began thrusting his hips while rubbing his fingers in small circles over her slick, engorged clit. Her gasps became shorter and more frantic as her orgasm built. She tensed all around him and her ass clenched down hard on his cock, strangling him with her body. It didn't hurt at all anymore, it felt so incredibly good. He slid in and out of her ass with grunts of intense pleasure, making her feel full and sparking tiny fires all along her body until she finally flew over the edge of another orgasm. This one was different, deeper in her body. She screamed her pleasure, filling the garage with her desperate sounds.

Soloman followed soon behind, though he would have loved to keep fucking her ass forever. Her perfect, curvy ass. Instead, he buried himself deep between her cheeks and hugged her around the waist, pulling her tight against his chest while he flooded her ass with jets of hot semen.

He dropped his face into the angel tattoo and licked a bead of sweat from between her shoulder blades. She shivered and smiled, dropping her chin to kiss his tattooed hand. She couldn't believe she once thought his hands were the most terrifying thing about him. Now they felt safe as he held her tight, allowing her to drift gently down from the highs of her multiple orgasms. Protected.

She glanced back over her shoulder, meeting the dark, possessive look he was levelling at her. The same brooding look he always gave her after sex. Or after anything they did together, really.

“So now that we’ve messed up my new bike, do I get another one?” she asked innocently.

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