Page 40 of The Biker's Second Chance
They want a show. One I'm not prepared to give them.
"You're all I've ever needed," Jayne says, which draws my attention back to her. "We've always been good at this. We're here together." She continues.
I lean back down to kiss her again. While I'm kissing her, I use my free hand to undo my belt and pants. I push them down just enough before I spread her legs a little more so I can fit.
She moans softly when she feels the head of my cock sliding up and down against her slit.
She gets wetter and her eyes flutter closed.
At least she's not looking at any of these other assholes. Whatever she has to do to get through this is fine with me.
I continue swiping my cock up and down against her, lubing both her and myself with her arousal.
As much as I don't want to take any pleasure in this, it feels so good.
I've denied myself for so long. Told myself I'd never slide into Jayne's sweet pussy again. Yet here I am, rock hard and fighting the urge to just slam inside of her.
"I'm here, Jaynie. Just you and me," I whisper as I press the head of my cock to her opening.
"Please, Spike. Oh God, please." she begs, and I'm hoping she's begging me to keep going and not to stop this from happening.
I groan as I slide the first few inches inside of her.
It's like coming home.
This was supposed to be soft and slow. Not anything anyone would be excited to see, but the minute I feel her tight walls clenching around me I can't hold back. I slam deep inside of her, a growl coming from deep inside of me that bursts out of my mouth.
She gasps and grabs onto my arms, her nails digging into my skin as she adjusts to my size. It's been a long time.
I reach down, grabbing the side of her face. My hand cradles her cheek and my thumb rests at her lips. When she opens her mouth and sucks my thumb in, I slam against her harder.
Instead of this being soft and sensual, it's turning out to be fast and furious. I feel her body pulsing around me, feel her giving herself over to the sensations.
I'm not sure if it's because we are just now giving in to each other, but it feels like both of us are right at the edge of what we can take before going over.
"You going to come for me, beautiful? Come all over my dick." I order her, and she whines loud. Her breathing comes in pants and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I know her body well. Lifting my hips slightly, I slide my arm under her back so she's bent just a little. I know that this position will hit all the right places inside of her.
Jayne gasps loud and her grip—on everything—squeezes so intensely I see white spots in my vision.
"Oh, fuck, Jaynie," I groan, knowing I'm only a few strokes from being done.
Thankfully, she's closer than I am.
"Yes!" she cries loudly and slams her hands down on the small bench under us.
Seeing her come apart like this skyrockets my lust for her, and I'm racing toward my own release.
"Jaynie, oh fuck, Jaynie," I groan as my thighs and lower back clench up tight.
Just a few more strokes and I'm spilling my seed deep inside of her.
A wave of satisfaction I haven't felt in a long while washes over me.
That satisfaction is short-lived. All at once, as if someone turned the volume on a TV way up, I can hear the obscene and fucked-up shit the crowd around us is yelling in our direction.
"Show's over, fuck off." I yell back as Jayne quickly does her best to get herself together.
