Page 15 of Riding Rough

Her breath low in my ear she says, “I need you, Kane. I need your cock.”

I grunt against her neck and lift her closer toward me, digging my fingers deeper inside of her before pulling out and tasting her excitement.

I could stay like this forever, lost in a heavy daze of sexual yearning, a longing pulse in my cock so desperate that I’m drunk with desire. I edge her to the front of the work bench and lift her down, but she reaches for a chain clamp.

“What if I put these here?” She grins and tightens the small clamp over her nipples one by one. “Ow.” She laughs. “Okay, that hurts a little.” I expect her to remove them immediately, but she doesn’t. She tightens them down a little more, then sways her breasts back and forth. “What do you think?”

“I don’t want you to hurt. I want you to feel good, sweetheart. Take them off.”

“I kind of like it. It’s not intense pain. It hurts, but I like the rush of it all.”

I’ll never look at a chain holder the same ever again. My cock hardens as I lift her off the bench and carry her to the edge of my bike.

“You’re carrying me again.”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“What do you mean how?”

“This is the second time you’ve picked me up. I’m not like… I’m not small.”

I kiss the nape of her neck and rub my beard against the lobe of her ear. “You’re small to me. Now bend forward on my bike. I want to see that hot, pink pussy all excited for me.”

She smiles and does as she’s asked, leaning her elbows on the seat of the bike, presenting everything I’ve ever wanted to me.

Fuck. This is a fantasy come to life. I wish I had a camera. I’d take photos so I could relive this day for eternity.

The clamps on her nipples brush against the seat of the bike, and her hips rock in anticipation. I grip her hip with one hand and pump my cock with the other, sliding into her slowly, stretching into her tight virgin body.

Now, I have to give my dream girl the ride of her life.

Chapter Eleven

Amber

When I imagined sex with Jed, I imagined it simply being two moving parts. There was never passion between us. But here with Kane, I’m alive. For the first time in my life, every cell in my body is awake.

Kane’s big, rough hands grip my waist, and he presses into me with a groan.

“You look so good bent over just for me.”

He’s huge behind me, and the deeper his cock gets, the more I realize how big he really is. I’m spread wide and a pinch of pain sends a shock up my spine. I must make a noise, because Kane responds by slowing down and pulling away.

I reach back for his leg and hold him in place. “Don’t stop.” I rock back into him. “It’ll go away. Please… you feel good.”

He combs his fingers through my hair before wrapping the strands up in his fist and burying himself inside of me with a groan. He tugs my hair lightly as his teeth scrape over my shoulder. When he bends forward, I’m reminded how much there is to him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, and I’m so fucking lucky to be inside of you.”

The more he talks, the more I realize how much I need his come. I want it everywhere. In my throat, on my tongue, on my face, on my chest, on my stomach, in my pussy. I moan and lean back, letting him take me deeper. “I want your come, Kane. I’m desperate for it.”

His hand reaches between my legs, and he circles my clit as the clamp on my nipple catches on the edge of the seat and tugs gently. Being a virgin and all, I’ve never toyed with anything, let alone whatever these are, but Kane makes me want to do anything for him. Whatever gets him excited, I’d do it. I’m so desperate for him to finally claim me.

My shoulders tighten and Kane’s rough hand lands on the back of my neck. Just as I feel a shift in his throbbing cock, a chorus of rumbling bikes echo in the distance and a streak of panic rushes through me.

Kane thrusts faster. “Fuck. I can’t fucking stop.”

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