Page 66 of 1 Last Shot

I can feel his lips curve into a smile against my ear. “You beg so prettily, princess.”

And then he’s not talking anymore.

He slides two fingers inside me and starts to drive them in and out. His thumb settles on my clit. The pleasure spikes so suddenly that I have to brace forward on the handlebars just to be able to hold myself up and suck air into my lungs.

And that’s even before Kane’s other hand slides up the front of my sweater so he can cup one of my breasts through my leotard.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “That feels so good, please don’t s-stop–”

“Never,” he growls, his fingers inside of me driving even deeper as his other hand takes my nipple in a hard pinch. “Now come all over my hand so I can fuck you on my bike like I’ve been dying to do.”

His fingers hitting the perfect spot inside me, another hard pinch, and Kane biting that spot on my shoulder is all it takes to drive me over the edge. I shudder through the orgasm.

Eventually, I slump back against his chest with a sigh. When I feel his hard length pressed against my ass, I let out a purr of satisfaction.

Kane doesn’t wait for me to recover. He simply reaches between us and starts to undo his belt. "Lift up for me, princess," he orders. "Feet on the pedals, hands on the handlebars. Hold yourself up for me so I can settle that sweet pussy in my lap."

Delirious, I do as he asks. I grip the handlebars, then somehow manage enough brainpower to brace my shoes on the pedals of the bike and lift my hips so I'm not sitting on the seat.

I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then he’s yanking my ass down into his lap and impaling me on his thick cock.

I let out a cry of surprise as he fills me. He doesn't bother trying to muffle the sound, he just tightens his grip on my hips and starts to pump up into me, spewing filth between us as he does so.

“Shhh, quiet, princess. You don’t want everyone to know how hungry you are for my cock, do you? That you’re not the good girl everyone thinks you are?”

His words, and the gravelly voice they’re spoken in, cause the pleasure to start to rise again. I’m already trembling from the first orgasm Kane wrung from me, but when he starts to drive even harder into me, I know this is going to end in me coming again.

Kane must sense that I can’t hold myself anymore, because after a few minutes, he slides me forward so I'm sitting on the seat instead of in his lap.

"Lean forward, I've always wanted to try this," he growls from behind me. I automatically do as he says, and lean forward so my upper body is flat against the bike.

I ignore the pang of excitement that tells me I'm giving Kane something he's never done before.

I think I've leaned forward far enough, but when I feel Kane's hand between my shoulder blades, I realize I'm not where he wants me. It takes no encouragement to put me in the position he wants me in so he can slide back inside me.

But it isn't until my clit touches the vibrating seat and I cry out that I realize what he's doing.

"Fuckyes, that's what I was waiting for," he groans from behind me. "You should feel how hard your pussy just squeezed my cock."

I expect him to remove his hand now that he’s put me in his desired position, but instead, I feel it slide into my hair.

I removed my usual ballerina bun after class, but only to throw it up into a loose, more comfortable, messy bun. Which means Kane only has to tug on it once for it to tumble down around my shoulders. And when he fists his hands in the curls with a whispered curse and starts to use it as leverage to thrust even harder into me, a second orgasm starts roiling inside me.

I'm lost to the sensations. With the bike vibrating between my legs and Kane driving ruthlessly into me from behind, I don't have a single coherent thought in my head. It's all I can do to hang onto the handlebars and desperately try to suck air into my lungs.

"Give me one more, princess,” Kane growls into my skin. “Come all over my bike for me. I want it to be the only thing I can think of every time I ride it from now on."

That's all it takes. Kane's touch and the idea of himwantingto think about me.

I shudder as the orgasm tears through my body. And when the last wave rolls over me, I finally collapse forward onto the bike.

"Fuuuuckyes," Kane groans, riding me through the last of it. After a few seconds I feel his hips stutter, and I know he's found his own release.

"Beautiful," Kane murmurs, his touch trailing down my sides to rest on my hips.

"I don't think I can feel my legs anymore," I mumble.

Kane lets out a chuckle at that. Squeezing my waist, he seems to enjoy simply touching me for a moment. And when he eventually drags himself away from me and swings his leg over the bike to stand beside it and right himself, he seems hesitant to put the space between us.

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