Like I’ve wanted him to for years.
Again, the teasing can come later. The taking our time and making it last will be the next time. Right now, right here on the side of the darkened forest road astride his bike, all I want is to feel him come with me.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, baby,” he groans, kissing me hungrily. I cry out, my hands shoving up his chest and pushing his shirt up with them. I whimper, fingers teasing over the skin I never forgot, the muscles I craved and longed for. For now, I don’t linger on the new scars that weren’t there before. Later, I’ll cry over them, and my heart will break for what he went through to get back to me.
But for now, it’s just this. For now, it’s just the pure bliss and pleasure of riding him, of feeling him so big inside of me as we rush for that cliff together.
“You’re so big…” I whimper, cooing softly, panting as the fire explodes through me. His huge cock thrusts into me, pushing so damn deep that my eyes roll back, the pleasure rippling through me.
We move faster and faster, a mad dash to orgasm as his cock swells even bigger inside of me. I can feel my slick juices dripping down his shaft, coating my thighs and his heavy, cum-filled, swollen balls. I buck against him, clawing at his skin, burying my face in his neck as he groans and grips my ass tight. His hips thrust up into me, driving his cock so damn deep inside as everything else around us starts to blur.
“Jules…” he pants, his voice cracking, his muscles bunching as his jaw clenches tight.
“I’m… I’m gonna come, baby,” I cry out, biting at his shoulder as I feel myself start to crumble. My walls ripple around him, clenching tight around his thick cock, and when the fire starts to melt over me, I know I’m about to explode. I know I’m about to come.
Hard.
“Come with me, Juliana,” he hisses into my ear, fucking me hard and deep, his cock plunging into my slick pussy as we tumble to that edge.
“Come for me right fucking now, beautiful.”
He thrusts deep, my eyes roll back, my fingers sink into his skin, and it all explodes.
I scream as the orgasm thunders through me, sending me reeling and knocking the wind from my lungs. His lips sear to mine as he roars out his release into my mouth, and then we’re both shattering together. My orgasm blitzes through me like lightning, crackling and snapping through every single cell in my body as I writhe in pleasure on his lap. Russell’s abs flex into me, his hands tighten, and suddenly, I can feel him as he explodes deep inside of me. He groans, kissing me fiercely as he holds himself so deep inside, pumping rope after thick rope of his hot cum deep against my womb, until we’re both shaking.
We sit there, just holding each other, trembling, panting, and trying to breathe as our lips sear together, like they’ll never come apart.
5
Russell
This is heaven, and it’s what I’ve been missing for years: the wind in my face, her arms around me, and the engine roaring beneath us. Just like it was always meant to be.
Sure, I was all wrong for her in every way, but we never let that stop us, ever since we met in high school. I knew I had no business with her, with who her family was, and who mine was. I didn’t even belong to that damn private school, I only went because my mom taught English and my pops ran the janitorial program. Yeah, try that on for size. A school full or rich douchebags, and I’m the fucking janitor’s son.
But I never let it get me down. I never let myself see it as shameful. Fuck it. My pops worked hard, he made an honest living. Most of those kids’ fathers were finance thieves, or trust fund drunks or whatever. They wouldn’t know hard honest work if it bent them over and fucked them in the ass. They had their sports cars and fancy clothes and all that. Me? I had my bike, my ripped jeans, my dirty leader jacket.
And somehow, her.
Somehow, I got thee princess. Me.
I’m no knight. I never have been. But I got her. I was her first, and hell, she was mine, and she’s been my only. Juliana was different than the rest of them, and so were her parents, actually. They had every reason to hate me being with their angel. But they didn’t. Joseph, her dad, had the company from birth, by way of three generations before him. But he understood hard work. He understood that life had been good to him, and that with that came responsibility. And in me, I think he saw that hard work. That and he could see from the start that I’d move heaven and hell to take care of his daughter and keep her safe.