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“No, but you’re going to hop on and ride this.”

Tempe takes my free hand as I help her back onto my bike. She’s careful like she’s expecting it to wobble because she’s still not that familiar with motorcycles.

Her naked body slides onto the leather, but I just watch as she climbs to straddle me, not touching her. Admiring her tits as they bounce when she takes her seat.

“This is how I’d always like you riding my bike.”

She pulls me close and draws her mouth to my ear. “You sure you’d be okay with your club seeing me like this?”

No fucking way. Just the thought has a growl burning in my chest.

“That’s what I thought,” she whispers.

I reach for her pussy and shove two fingers in. She’s already slick and drenching my hand. She rolls her hips to drive my fingers deeper, her cunt squeezing me when I curl them inside her.

“You don’t belong to my club, Tempe. Who do you belong to?” I roll my thumb over her clit, and her lashes flutter.

“You.”

Pulling my fingers out, I lift my hand and suck them into my mouth, tasting her. I’m tempted to climb off my bike and spread her wide so I can spend all night eating her dripping pussy, but she’s feeling feisty, and I’m inclined to fuck that sass out of her instead.

“Lift.” I grab the base of my cock and hold it up.

The moment she lifts, I take her hip and shove her down on me. Hard enough to kick the air from her lungs. She digs her fingers into my shoulders, and the sweetest little gasp falls from her lips when I bottom out.

“Good girl.” I draw my palm up between her tits, teasing one nipple and then the other.

They bead under my touch, and she grinds her hips on my cock, searching for the pressure. She writhes in my lap, framed by the sunset. Her body slides up and down, slicking across the leather seat of my bike. Her pussy grips me, and her chest rolls in waves as her body moves.

Her tits beg for my teeth, so I dip down to bite the soft flesh. Kissing the spot to soothe the pain and then teasing her nipple with my tongue.

She needs balance. Pleasure with a hint of pain and resistance. She likes the challenge.

Tempe tilts her hips, and it sends me so deep that the desert darkens around me. The earth stills.

But instead of moving, she holds there, with me buried deep inside her. Pausing, she squeezes my cock and teases me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I grab her hips.

“You mean this?” She squeezes my cock again, still not moving. “Don’t like it?”

Her pussy tightens. She constricts in slow pulses that have me desperate to flip her over and pound into her.

“Are you trying to torture me, wildfire?” I grab her throat and pull her face to mine.

“Maybe.”

“You won’t win that game. You know that.”

She narrows her eyes, staring at me while she squeezes my cock with her pussy in slow pulses. But she can only last so long because as I tighten my grip on her neck, she starts to rock with desperation.

With my free hand, I grab her hip and hold her still, stopping her.

“No moving now, Tempe. You’re the one who started this.”

She clenches my cock, but this time, I don’t think it’s on purpose.

It’s the anticipation.

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