Page 11 of Unmistakably Us

Logan spoke in her ear. That was when she realized he had not only stood but righted her clothing and unfolded her arms. “Now, are you ready to take me back to my place where I can fuck you with my cock, too?”

As he spoke, he spun her around and wrapped her in an intimate embrace. It seemed so contradictory to what she expected. He never struck her as a cuddler. But she didn’t care if he cuddled or not. If he was as talented with said cock as he was with his tongue, she would be a very satisfied woman come morning.

“No problem, but you have to ride bitch, because no one drives Demon but me.”

Logan shouldered her backpack, which got dropped at some point in this exchange, and led her to her bike.

Almost lovingly, he took the helmet from the sissy bar and placed it on her head, slapping it on top to seat it. “No problem, beautiful. I’m secure enough. Besides, I can feel you up on the way. It’s a win-win.”

Logan threw his leg over, then lifted her effortlessly, placing her damn near in his lap. “Fire it up, biker Barbie. My dick is hard as fuck, and I want it inside you as soon as possible. Ass, pussy, mouth, hell, all three before the night’s over, but it needs to happen ASAP, so let’s ride.”

If words could make her come, it would have happened at those. January fired up Demon and pulled out of the lot, trying as best as she could to ignore Logan’s hands at her front, and that monster cock at her back.

This will be the longest three miles ever.

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