Becca Vs. Biker

His hands wrap around my hips. "Your tight pussy wraps around me so good," Harlan groans.

"I thought that pussy was yours, Harlan," I say, biting my lip and bouncing on his cock hard and fast as I can. I feel the pressure building in me, that sharp, tingling sensation of his huge cock smacking up so deep in me, to the hilt. I'm moaning loudly before he can answer. I could barely groan that sentence out.

"That is my pussy," Harlan says, his hands reaching down and cupping my ass. I'm already bouncing hard on him and his hands trail back up to my hips and start slamming me down on him, hard.

I'm screaming. He's fucking me hard. Deep. I work my hips, rolling against him and making sure he fucks just right and deep into me that I'm shaking around him. I put my palms flat against the wall and I balance myself and keep up with how hard he's pounding me. I squeeze my inner walls around him and pull his hands up to grab my breasts. He is getting a ride, no matter how good him slamming into me feels. I'm taking charge of this before I come right away. I feel how rock hard and close to coming he is, and I want to make sure that I ride him there. I slow the pace and drop myself up and down his cock almost completely emptying my pussy before I drive down for him to fill me up. I see the sweat on both our bodies and now we are both so, so close. I bite my lip and work up the speed, driving us both to the edge of insane. "Fill this pussy up with cum and show me how much you own it," I moan. I pull his hands off my breasts and hold them up against the wall. I shove my tits in his face and his tongue is all over them and I'm fucking falling apart all around him.

"Fuck, Becca, you are too goddamn hot. I'm gonna fill that pussy up real good," Harlan groans and bites my nipple. We both ride a wave, his cock spurting a huge load of cum inside me and my pussy milking it out while I gush out my own cum. We're so wet with cum it's like we never dried off. I pull my legs tighter against him and hold him in, savoring every last inch of his cock as I'm shaking on top of him. I'm squeezing his hands so tightly it almost hurts and I release when I start to feel the waves subside. His hands pull me closer to him and his face is on my neck in the spot where he always goes. I think I want a tattoo there. It isn't just my pussy, my ass, my mouth that's his. I want that part of me claimed, too, where I can see when I look in the mirror. When he isn't there, I want to see him there. I wrap my arms around him. He slides his cock out of me and I groan with his exit, shaking around him.

"We may need to shower again," Harlan laughs.

"I just need to brush my hair. I think I want all of your cum all over me and in me all day," I say, and I know how filthy it sounds. But I mean it. I want him to cum all over me. "Next time, you're coming on my tits and I'm licking it off. I love the way you taste," I tell him since we're playing dirty confessions.

"Fuck, Becca," Harlan grabs me and kisses me roughly, biting my lips and holding my face to his so our foreheads are pressing together. "You keep talking like that and we're going to start all over again, and we need to get your hair brushed and get something to eat before we both die from all these calories we burned."

I laugh. I hear how he's joking when he talks about calories—no doubt he watches his figure, but that was definitely a funny thing for a big bad biker to say—but I like knowing I can turn him on as much as he turns me on.

12

Harlan

I feel Becca’s body snuggled up against me before I even open my eyes.

Well, at least I know she isn’t hanging up more pink shit.

I roll over and pull her tighter against me, spooning her against my body. I’d loved her body from the first moment I’d yanked open the door to that damn minivan, but I have to say, I love it even more when it’s pressed against mine, soft and warm and boneless from sleep and way too much sex.

Too much sex. Who am I kidding? There's no such thing.

“Hmmmm…” she murmurs, her eyes tightly closed. “It looks all bright and daylight-ish out there.”

There is light coming through the windows, although I didn’t normally consider the sun rising to be a tragedy.

“Yeah, terrible,” I whisper in her ear. She smiles, her eyes still closed.

“You’re right, you know.”

“About the sun rising being a terrible thing?”

“Yeah, that,” she says sarcastically, a smile playing about her lips. I can feel her eyes roll, even though they’re closed. “I…” She opens her eyes and stares at the far wall while she’s pausing and thinking. “I really hated life before you showed up. I was living with a guy who thought that all

he had to contribute to our relationship was occasionally getting hard enough to fuck me, if he hadn’t already worn himself out with other women.” Her voice is hard, sarcastic. Pissed as fuck. I can feel the anger in her body, vibrating through it. “No reason to get a job. No reason to take me out on a date. No reason to pick up around the house.

“And work…” She sighs, her voice heavy with anger. “I used to like it, you know? The ins and outs of law, figuring out what all should be included in a contract and what should be left out. It was like a giant jigsaw puzzle that had to be put together, and in an arcane language that most everyone else doesn’t speak. I liked the challenge of it. I liked pushing myself to the limits mentally, and…well, everything this job has become, was what I was so happy that it wasn’t before.”

She is staring at the wall instead of at me, and I know that she’s using it almost as a way of shielding herself. If she can avoid looking me in the eye, then it’s almost like she’s talking to herself. It’s less scary.

I get that.

I stroke her hair away from her face, running my fingers through its soft lengths, the light brown waves glistening in the light pouring through the windows. There are these red highlights in her hair that shine, and I try to catch the red with each stroke of my fingers but it just slips away, a shimmering illusion.

I’ve never done anything like this before with a woman, and I have to admit…it’s nice. Really weird, but nice.

“I recently got a new boss and he isn’t as…appreciative of my assets as my old boss was.” She gives a strained laugh. “Apparently, he likes the really curvy girls, and I just don’t have enough in the tit department to keep him interested. I mean, he’ll stare and whatever, but…I’m not enough.”

I try to imagine a world where Becca isn’t the perfect woman in every person’s eyes, but quickly give up. Such a thing is simply inimaginable.

“We also got a new client out on Long Island, and it’s just a real awful job, all the way around. Lousy work environment, lousy workload, far away from the office, a shitastic commute, and I get home every night just hating life. I didn’t used to be that way. I didn’t used to hate the world like this.