Biker's Bride (Demons MC)

“Shit Ford,” I said. “I can’t ever say no to you.”

“Damn right you can’t.”

He went back to eating me, his tongue sliding inside me and back out, rolling up toward my clit. He sucked and licked me, eating me fast and hard, his dirty gaze spreading over my body.

And then he stepped back. I watched him root around in his bike’s saddle bag before he came back out with a condom.

He pulled me off the bike and spun me, spreading my legs. My heart was hammering in my chest as I held onto his bike, my face against the seat.

I heard the foil tear. He rolled the condom along his length.

“Tell me you want my cock,” he said.

“I want it,” I gasped.

“Fucking beg for it.”

“Please, Ford,” I said, my desire heightening. “Please. Fuck my pussy. Please fuck me.”

I felt him grab my hips and slowly slip his cock deep inside me.

I gasped as he filled me. I was shocked all over again at how big he was and that I was even able to take him.

“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “This pussy is so damn tight.”

He pressed himself deeper inside me, and I gripped the bike, holding myself steady. He began to push slowly in and out, his hand wrapped around my leg and rubbing my clit.

“Fuck, Ford,” I gasped. “Fuck me. Make me scream.”

He grunted and pulled my hair. I gasped and felt his lips up against my ear. “Careful what you ask for.”

I moaned as he began to fuck me harder, his thrusts deep and tough. “I want to fill you with my fucking cum,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before. Grab on to my bike and hold tight, because I’m going to fuck your pussy until you can’t think.”

I moaned, my mouth open, loving his dirty talk. I held on to his bike, my ass up in the air, my face against the seat, as he began to fuck me harder, deeper.

“God I love this fucking tight cunt,” he said. “I want the whole damn state to hear you say my name.” He slapped my ass hard and I gasped.

“Ford,” I said, “keep fucking me.”

He worked me, thrusting hard, rough. He had no mercy for me as his cock pounded into me. I could barely contain myself, moaning with absolute, wild abandon. There were no thoughts in my mind aside from him and more, him and more. There was something about getting fucked bent over his motorcycle that drove me wild, especially getting fucked out in the open.

His rough fingers and hard cock continued to push into me, working my body, fucking me hard. I began to press back against him, going wild with excitement, feeling nothing but absolute pleasure running through me. The world was completely forgotten. There was only Ford and his cock and his bike.

“Come for me,” he said, slapping my ass. “I want you to come for me nice and hard. Get my fucking bike covered in your cum.”

I groaned, moaning loudly. He slapped my ass again, pulled my hair, whispering dirty words in my ear. All the while he fucked me rough, thrusting his thick cock deep between my legs, filling my pussy up to the brim.

And I knew I was close. I’d been close since the second he began to suck my clit. I could barely contain myself with him, barely keep myself in check. He had the ability to push my body to the limit, to push me past it and make me come harder than anything I’d ever felt.

And this was no different. I pushed my face into his leather seat, moaning his name over and over.

“I fucking worship his cunt,” he said. “Your perfect fucking tight pussy drives me crazy.”

“Ford, I’m so close. Please, I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” he said. “Come for me, wife.”

I bucked my hips back, rolling myself as he thrust into me, fucking me hard, fucking me harder. He was an animal like that, all lust and hard sex. I could feel the orgasm building in my core, knew I was so close, inches away.

And he continued to thrust into me, fucking me hard. I loved the slap of his hand against my bare ass, the sting of the open forest air, the feeling of his powerful bike.

It all drove me wild. My pussy was so wet, his cock just slid in and out, slick as hell. I threw my hair, wild with pleasure, moaning loud, begging him to keep fucking me.

And then it hit me like a train. The orgasm swept through me, dragging my mind away.

“Oh my god, Ford,” I said. “Oh fuck, oh I’m coming, oh, Ford, Ford, fuck me, Ford.”

“That’s right, come on my fat cock. Come for your fucking husband,” he said.