Page 95 of Panther's Magpie
“I don’t want tame. I want you to lose control. I want to be the one to make you that way. Please. I ache. Make the ache go away.”
He looks down at me for a moment as if he is unsure of what he is about to do. Then I hear a muttered “fuck” before he pulls a knife from his pocket.
“Remember, Magpie. You asked for this.”
I almost ask what he means when he takes the knife and presses it at the seam of my pants between my legs.
Oh. Now that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
PANTHER
I can’t deny my Magpie. Not when she asked for me to show her that she is mine.
I know her past. I know she needs reassurance. It’s part of who she is because of the life she has led. I don’t mind, though. I will prove to her every single day that she is mine if that’s what she needs. Anything to keep her happy and with me.
I didn’t expect her to want to fuck in the middle of the woods after being chased by the Ragged Anarchy, though.
I should call it in. We obviously fell into their territory somehow. Yet, I can’t leave my girl needy.
Pulling out my knife, I look down at her. I shouldn’t do this. I’m going to scare her away, but she wants it, and I want her.
“Remember, Magpie. You asked for this,” I tell her.
I know she’s confused. She doesn’t understand why I have a knife, but she will.
Carefully, I slide the knife against the seam of her jeans. Once I have a big enough hole for my fingers to reach into, I pull the material from her body and saw the knife until there is a perfect hole straight down the middle of her legs. When I glance up at her, there are flames in her eyes. Her breathing is erratic as she stares between her legs.
She is turned on by this. Fuck, that’s going to give me ideas. Things I probably shouldn’t consider, but fuck, I want to explore them all with her.
Tossing my knife on the ground, I slowly run my fingers through her pussy. She’s wet and ready already.
I want to take my time, but my own cock is pulsing beneath my jeans.
Quickly, I undo them, letting him out. I thank God that Maggie is fine going bareback because I don’t think I could stop to put a condom on. Pulling her closer to me, I position myself at her entrance. Then I let her sink onto my cock.
She moans.
“Fuck, I love your piercing,” she says, making me chuckle.
Her arms find their way around my neck. I let her savor the moment before I give her my first demand.
“Ride me.”
Her eyes flicker open as she looks at me slightly dazed. Then she nods as she starts to move her hips. It’s a bit harder for her on the bike, but I grip her hips, helping her move against me.
She feels so good. Her pussy is sucking me in, making me see more stars than the ones in the nighttime sky above.
She keeps up a steady pace, her moans coming quicker and quicker. When she finally comes, her forehead falls to my shoulder. I pet the back of her head, letting her bask in her orgasm.
After a few minutes, I finally push her back so she is splayed out over my bike. Leaning over her slightly while keeping the bike balanced on the kickstand, I thrust into her.
She moans, letting me know she likes it. So I do it again.
I’ve never fucked a girl on my bike. I never wanted to disrespect my bike in that way. The machine is part of my life. It’s sacred to me.
Now I feel like we are christening it. Like I’m letting it know, this is my girl, and she’s going to be sticking around.
It’s more than a quick fuck. It’s a declaration.
