Page 89 of Freaks Of Nature
I drop the cash for my meal onto the counter. Rising from my seat, I say my goodbye to Shaun and leave. My ride is parked in the small lot behind the building that’s only used for staff, but he doesn’t mind. I prefer to keep it out of sight.
As I make my way around, my thumbs type out a text to Ash. It’s only when I feel eyes on me that I lift my gaze from the screen to my bike.
Fuck me!
I almost drop my phone at the sight. Straddling the seat of my Hayabusa is a very familiar girl in a black and pink skirt, a black tank top, and matching combat boots, wearing an equally familiar LED mask.
Mine.
“Look at you, taking a page out of my playbook. You’re a bad girl, Emily.” I stuff the phone into my back pocket and swing my leg over the bike to slide on behind her.
I tip the mask back to see her face underneath.
A wry smile meets me, sucking me down a rabbit hole I have no desire to ever emerge from. I want to drown in her hazel blue stare.
Em reaches up and draws my chin toward her mouth, her back arching against my chest. “You have no idea how bad,” her voice rasps.
Her teeth graze my jaw, and my grip tightens around her middle. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she drawls in a husky whisper.
The words carry to my cock before they reach my ears. A shockwave detonates in my groin.Her sweet, pink pussy is spread out over my bike in public?
Her admission and that teasing edge in her voice have my head spinning. When the fingers of my right hand dip underneath her skirt in the front to confirm, I nearly tip us over at slick contact. She’s already so wet from the friction of riding the seat.
Emily leans forward before my mind can form another thought. “But I’m wearing something else.” Lifting the back of her skirt, she bares her ass to me.
Ffuucckkk!I groan when I see the jewel stud of her butt plug.
“I really have corrupted you, haven’t I?” My left hand drops from her waist, my thumb nudging the toy. “Did you think of me when you slid it in?”
“Yes,” she moans.
Mmmh.I love the rough sound of her voice.
“Did you imagine it was my cock stretching your tight, little hole?” My dick swells as I grind myself into her. I want to feel her come on my bike like that even if I’m not inside her.
“Yes.” Another moan pours from her lips.
“You felt so good, baby girl. I want to fuck you like that again,” I groan, my hips rocking against her encouragingly. “I want to bury every inch of my cock in your ass.”
Em’s slick pussy glides across the leather seat. Tremors carry from her body into mine, edging me to my own climax.
Reaching around her, I turn the ignition but keep the bike in neutral. “Grip the handlebars,” I tell her.
Stretched out over the gas tank, Emily’s fingers curl around the rubber grips. I can’t help thinking of them closing around me instead, a fist pumping the stiff length in a steady motion.
My tongue licks across my parted lips. “Feed it some gas with your right hand,” I say, the words catching in my dry throat.
I’m so hard right now. The vibration of the engine between my thighs is going to tip me over the edge.
“Fuck my bike, baby girl,” I grit out through my teeth, my jaw tight. “Don’t let go.”
I grip her ass, my thumb teasing the plug while she grinds her cunt against the leather. I want her all over the seat.
My right hand feeds into her movements. If someone caught us, all they’d see is me grinding on my girl.
I watch the strain working her forearms. The tension in my quads and groin peaks. Em cries out. Her body shivers.The sound and feel of her coming undoes me. I climax right with her.
The warmth of my cum spreads through my fly as I straighten her. “That’s the second time you made me come in my boxers,” I point out, crushing her against my chest. “You better believe next time I finish, it’ll be inside you,” I add, my tone threatening.
