Cop grasps you around the waist and jerks you closer, but you’re already moving, straddling him on the bed. Your mouths meet in slick, seeking kiss, his hand between your thighs as he guides his erection home, slipping the tip inside. Holding his shoulders for balance, you press down, your moan building and building the deeper he reaches. Biker’s hands are on your bottom, helping guide you, even giving an assertive push when you’re having a hard time taking the final few inches. And then you’re fully seated and you’re dying, dying, because he’s beating inside you, stretching your flesh, and the man himself is cursing a blue streak against your lips.
“Ah fuck, you should see her. I barely fit and her eyes are still begging for more. Lively little thing with your crammed-up pussy, aren’t you?” Cop rolls his hips and you let loose a strangled cry, sharp pleasure spearing your middle. “I don’t know if I can let someone else have her now. I found this city’s best kept secret hiding underneath a skirt tonight, didn’t I?” He growls low in his throat. “Maybe I want her all to myself.”
Biker picks up the bottle and you hear him empty some of the liquid into his hand. “You know goddamn well you want to watch me take her from the back.” His fingers are slippery as they find the area in question, spreading the wetness everywhere, before gently easing the tip of his index finger inside. “You want to feel her pussy get even tighter when she tenses up on me. Those little whimpers when she’s not sure if she can handle what I’ve got.” His voice goes deep, like crimson velvet. “Hell, you want to watch me enjoy her, too. Want to know how I look fucking, whether you admit it or not.”
Before Biker’s speech is even over, Cop begins to move hypnotically, upthrusting as you ride, his mouth falling open at the exquisite torture you’re both experiencing. Your legs can’t get any wider but you try, you try, because he’s huge, wickedly sexy with sweat dotting his face, his flexing chest, and you want all of him. Cop’s gaze holds yours and doesn’t waver as your pace goes wild, your hips bucking. The orgasm you’ve been dying for since the restaurant is bearing down so fast, you barely notice Biker has his finger fully inside you now, gliding in and out as he kisses your neck, words of praise filling your ear. You sure as hell notice when he adds a second finger, however, even if the sensation isn’t totally unpleasant. Nothing is unpleasant enough to stop what you’re doing, because Cop is watching you with total awe and moving in a determined, grinding way that ensures your clit is worshiped with every powerful lift of his hips.
You’re so close…ridiculously close…stomach and thigh muscles contracting, when Cop falls back on the bed, bringing you with him, your breasts flattening on his chest.
“Christ. She’s about to go off already,” Cop groans, his face a mask of misery and brutal, male ecstasy. “Take her ass now, before I change my mind. Believe me, I’d love to flip her over, put her legs in the air and give her all my come.”
Biker’s hand smoothes up your spine, his thumb massaging the nape of your neck. “Baby, this is the part where we turn into dirty dogs and fuck you accordingly. Are you ready for that?”
You’re hovering in the space between reality and a different stratosphere, heartbeat slamming in your ears, breath rattling in your throat. Pleasure is thick and inescapable, waiting to grab you, take you under. “Yes,” you push past parched lips, your body undulating on top of Cop, meeting his commanding drives, every inch of his sweaty sinew sliding, bumping, luxuriating against your curves. “Yes,” you say louder.
There’s pressure now, along with the promise of release. Heavy pressure. So heavy, you feel it in your neck and you cry out, but Cop surges up, kissing you with so much passion, it distracts you, reminds you of the incredible sensations curling around your clit, building in your tummy. You’re caught in a tug of war between the ache where Biker pushes into the untried back entrance of your body and the deluge of incredible pleasure Cop is giving you. And then something incredible happens…so incredible, a flash goes off in front of your eyes, your jaw going slack. The pleasure and pain join forces and pummel you, ripping the breath straight out of your lungs with a scream.
“Shhh, baby.” Biker’s voice is uneven and coarse in your ear. “I’m in. I’m in and you’re a fucking dream, so snug and sweet. I haven’t even pumped yet and I’m already addicted to this little ass. So you’re going to get used to me, aren’t you? Because I’m a fiend now and that’s not going to change.”