Havoc (Storm MC 7)

Words of comfort.

Sass that made my day.

Hours of pure bliss.

“Every time I thought about fucking you on my bike it brought back memories of Kelly. She always wanted me to screw her on it. I didn’t want those memories because if I thought about that, I also thought about all the other shit that went down with her and my business. Between all that and my mother dying, it was the worst time in my life and I just wanted to shove it to the back of my mind and forget it.” I stopped tracing her lip so I could cup her cheek. Rubbing my thumb across her skin, I continued, “I realised today that being with you lets me live with that pain without being consumed by it. You calm me, Carla, in a way no one ever has. And as far as bad memories go, they hold no power over me anymore. If my woman wants me to fuck her on my bike, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

The smile she gave me was pure beauty. “You settle me too. I don’t know how but you’ve managed to bring peace into my world. Even with shit going on in my life, knowing I’ve got you by my side makes it all okay.” My heart hammered in my chest at her declaration. Knowing I gave her that was everything.

I let her go and turned my bike on. After settling myself on the seat, I reached for her waist and pulled her on. As she slid her pussy over my dick, I groaned and shut my eyes for a moment.

Fuck.

Always ready for me.

Her hands circled me and she said, “Fuck, this is gonna be as good as I’ve imagined it.”

I found her gaze again and held eye contact as we began moving.

It was just us.

Together.

In that moment.

Chasing.

Pushing.

Wanting.

I crushed my mouth to hers and we kissed while our bodies moved in a perfect rhythm. She opened herself to me and I consumed her.

Everything

I wanted it all.

Her.

She was all I ever needed.

“Havoc!” she cried, her nails digging into my back. “Oh, God… the bike… fuck… ” Her voice trailed off as she surrendered to the pleasure.

I thrust harder and faster, moving her closer.

When she came I watched every second of it.

The way her eyes closed and her lips parted.

How she panted through the orgasm before her teeth bit down on her lip.

And the way her body shuddered right before a smile took over her mouth.

I’d been delaying my release but when she smiled I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The orgasm rushed through me, filling every inch of my body with the kind of pleasure a man would give anything for.

She sighed and ran a finger across my lips. “This bike is magic,” she whispered.

“Baby, you’re fuckin’ magic.”