Hard Rider

“Better ask nicely,” he grinned.

“Please, Hunter…”

I felt his flat palm press down between my shoulder blades, and he pushed me down against the kitchen island. Both hands firmly grasping the edges now, I let loose a chorus of moans as he followed my request.

Hunter’s rugged fingers pummeled my pussy from the inside, sliding in and curling to excite my inner bundle of nerves. I felt his digits glide along the ridges of my soaking chasm, pressing me onward to a mounting, crippling orgasm…

I begged him to not stop as my knuckles went white around the countertop edges. With a trembling that rose from my toes and shook my knees, I gasped and undulated against his form.

The powerful multiple orgasms sent rolling waves of pleasure across my body, emptying my mind of coherent thought… and utterly driving me insane with bliss.

“That felt like a good one,” Hunter grinned as I felt the helmet of his hard cock press against my slick lower lips. “But I think it’s my turn now…”

With just enough strength to push up off of the island, I let a hand loosely scratch at the back of his neck, and I nodded.

My hand guided his face down to my shoulder, and Hunter took the opportunity to nip my lobe, kiss my throat, and bite down lightly into my tender, soft shoulder.

“Ooof,” I murmured with surprise and delight. “That… I could use some of that.”

“Happy to oblige.” The words were laced with a raw huskiness that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.

Just then, his thick, throbbing cock pushed into my yearning chasm. I felt my body shudder with incredible desire as he sheathed himself deep inside my quivering folds.

“Oh god,” I murmured.

“You always felt so incredible around my cock,” I heard him groan as he thrust in again. “You’re still so tight around my dick – so tight, and so fucking wet…”

Hunter never talked like that unless he was really into the fucking, so I wiggled my hips against his when he thrust in again.

As I’d anticipated, he let loose a mighty groan, his hands squeezing around my pelvis as his cock burrowed as far as it could go into my body. The motion was enough to force the air from my lungs, and I was panting with lust within seconds.

“Hunter…” I murmured hungrily.

“Yes, Sarah?”

I always loved the way my name dripped from his lips. As it did every time before, it turned me on so hard to hear him whisper it during our most intimate moments together.

“Fuck me hard, Hunter…”

There was no need for teasing or restraining now. With that invitation, he followed the suggestion to the T, clenching his fingers around my hips as he rammed his throbbing member into my wet, needful folds again and again…

He clasped a fistful of my hair with his balled hand, pulling me up into position against himself. The sensation of my tugging hair as his thick tool penetrated me with all the intensity he offered drove me towards the brink again…

“Keep that up, and you’re going to make me come again, Hunter,” I moaned out to him. “That feels so fucking good…”

“Good,” he chuckled lustfully, his heavy balls slapping against me as he fucked me hard. “Let it feel good… let yourself come… in fact, why don’t you just let go altogether?

“Come for me, Sarah,” he murmured into my ear as he arched my spine backwards, his fistful of hair guiding me like a rein. His free hand moved from clenching into my hip to squeezing my heaving breast, his rugged fingers gliding across the perky nipple.

“Come for me,” he repeated hungrily.

How could I turn down a request like that?

So I did.

As my body shivered with passion and undying need, I felt his punishing thrusts drive me towards the edge of pure and blissful satisfaction… and my moaning descended into a primal chorus of passion, desire, and eagerness utterly fulfilled.

The orgasm came just as hard as before, blinding my senses and driving every thought out of my head besides More, More, Yes, There, NOW…

The climax eclipsed my body and soul.

Crushing satisfaction poured across my flesh, stiffening my limbs as I clenched beneath his hulking, rugged form. While his cock began to speed up with intensity, fucking me harder than even before, I felt wave after wave of contentment flood my veins.

Hunter groaned out a hasty “Oh fuck, fuck, here it comes, fuck!” before going rigid against me as well. His throbbing member drove itself as deep into my wet chasm as it could possibly go as his chest released a feral growl of pleasure.

He released his hot, heavy seed into my slickened folds, pumping out every drop that he had to offer. My pleased pussy clenched around his thick cock, milking his heavy balls dry.

With one final rope of his seed inside, he all but collapsed against my body. I held myself up against the kitchen island and panted with unending satisfaction as the strength finally faded from his veins.

“That was… incredible,” he murmured into my ear.

“Not much has changed,” I smiled softly, wiping a finger of sweat from my forehead.

“That’s not true,” Hunter whispered into my ear. “You’ve changed for the better…”

“You flatter me,” I gasped as he gave me another quick little thrust inside, forcing my lips into an involuntary little moan.

I flashed him a mischievous, snarky little smile over my shoulder, and he pulled out. I could feel his seed slowly begin to slip down my thigh.

“It’s true,” Hunter reassured me, a finger lifting my chin as I turned to face him. “When I knew you before, you were a little brat… adorable, yes, but maybe a little more trouble than you were worth… and now…”

“Oh, trust me,” I grinned, leaning back against the kitchen island but resting my head against his chest. “I can still be a bit of a brat when I need to be. Part of me will always be that little teenage girl that you fell in love with… just like part of you will always be that tough, strong man I loved so much.”

Hunter nodded, reflecting on these words.

“Are you positive that you have to go? There can be a life for you here… you fought with the Devil’s Dragons. They already accept you as my woman, but now they’ll consider you one of their own…”

I sighed, nodding against his chest.

“I need to go,” I sadly answered him. “My lieutenant already wants my badge and my gun. There’s no reason to make that any harder than it is.”

Hunter lifted my chin with his finger again, steeling his gaze as he forced mine to meet it. He whispered the most vulnerable words I had ever h

eard him tell me:

“I don’t want you to go.”

The conviction, and the pain, in his eyes told me how truthful he was being. He meant those six words with everything that he had.

It pained me to give him my inevitable response.

“I don’t have a choice, Hunter.”

Epilogue

The gravel crunched under the oversized tires of my old Jeep wrangler as I pulled into the parking lot and came to a complete stop. Before turning the key and killing the ignition, I sat and stared at myself in the rearview mirror, reflecting on the eternity that had dragged on by since I’d last been here…

It had only been a couple of months since I returned to Phoenix – but that time had made sure to be plenty eventful.

True to his word, Lieutenant Crabbe ensured that I was stripped of my badge the minute I showed up at his office. Unfortunately, he had already caught wind of an interesting development – a whole van load of missing women, my kidnapped cheerleaders included, had appeared in an El Paso hospital in the middle of the night.

He wasn’t exactly shy in grilling me for six hours in an interrogation room over that one, but I stuck to my guns.

I knew nothing.

I saw nothing.

I simply spent that afternoon drinking some beers with old friends and watching my career fall apart.

It was complete bullshit, and the entire precinct was well aware of that… Everyone from the Chief on down the line knew what had really happened. They didn’t know the details, but they knew that I’d found those cheerleaders… and somehow, I’d found them below the border. In a quiet, closed-doors meeting that was officially off the record and after office hours, the chief privately thanked me for whatever miracle I had pulled off – telling me in no uncertain terms that I was owed a favor… And that I needed to go away quietly. My career was over.