Really? He’d been horny for me all those hours? I didn’t even realize. I could see why. He claimed my body with his artful hands, my ass up in the air in tight jeans and a black bra accentuating my breasts.
Red would go berserk on me. He felt especially full and hard. I looked back with a whimper as he continued to swerve his thick tip against me. His cock was a darker shade of pink than I could remember and seemed to be extra swollen. Jerking it off slowly, he ran his slick fingers over the long base, and I was mesmerized, until he shoved me back and dropped my G-string to my ankles.
Completely bare, my sex surged and pumped me full of adrenaline. I dug into the leather. His hold collapsed around the sides of my plump ass. It was perfect for holding on to, and Red had frequently told me how hot it was to watch my ass bounce on his never-ending length.
I was already slick and creamy by the time he shoved himself in. He slowly pushed me open. My mind was sent in all directions at once. I attempted to catch the pieces before they set sail, but once he reached the end of me, he shattered my rational mind. All I cared about was that cock and more, more, more.
He thrust into me in steady pumps. As Red plugged me up with each swing, I held on as best as I could. My curves bounced and slapped. He smacked my ass and kept me steady to his ravenous pounding. Red kept opening me up, until I thought I couldn’t take anymore, then he kept going, and he blew me away, sending me rocketing into an orgasm.
Would I have this forever?
Forever, Red could take me forever, like this. Happiness was in each swing of his hips, of each graze of his tongue, of every rock of his lips against mine. Did I deserve it? As the orgasm struck me and he kept brushing against my trigger with steady thrusts, I didn’t think I did. I didn’t think any human could deserve such pleasure. This was sexual enlightenment. Sex with a normal guy couldn’t be called sex anymore. There would be no more normal guys. Only Red. Far from normal. And completely, passionately, always mine.
Always ready to go. Always ready to savor me. If he could make it last the whole night, he would, but I had to give up at some point.
I emerged from my orgasmic haze. He flipped me around. My lower back smacked against the headrest and I slid down it, but he caught me by the hips and dragged me back up, so we were connected again, so that rolling pleasure would connect with another orgasmic wave.
Crashing into me, I watched as his taut muscles tightened, squeezing like he was ready to explode, all of that pressure building up in his swinging cock, throbbing inside of me, pulsating and ready to infiltrate my ready womb. He would pour into me and I would greedily take it. Unconsciously, my sex tugged at him, pulling him deeper.
I opened up. Every vein and bulge in his cock caressed my insides like warm velvet. I melted on the seat. Dripping like hot wax, my cream nestled against his cock head. He kept spearing me. He wouldn’t let up until he saw me break, until I hit my limit.
His god-like power over me unleashed. I succumbed. It only took a few minutes to come again with my legs spread wide and his cock pounding me like a piston. This one emerged from deep within. What was left of my resistance unwound. My eyes closed as I lost track of time.
I knew he hadn’t left me. His love kept rushing. I tossed myself around, but he wouldn’t let me go. His hands must’ve been on my bouncing waist. My lips pursed together and sang out his name. I leaned out and shut off. My mind restarted and I was able to open my eyes and see him clearly.
He was grinning madly. Lascivious lips hungered to taste me, but he was too far away. His chiseled abs clenched. I watched tension unroll over Red. Like me, he would soon unwind until he had completely given everything. He would unleash and I would too, taken to the highest point on Earth.
That cock worked inside of me effortlessly. We were meant for this. My sex sucked him in. I opened up again. Then I closed on him, squeezing him and trying to milk Red for all I could get.
“Give it to me,” I screamed.
“Fuck yes, take all of my cum.”
He growled and unleashed. He kept fucking me as he unloaded. My arms sprang behind me and I planted them so I wouldn’t crawl down the seat as he poured. Cum burst from him and drenched my pussy. Red ran through me. Red ran in me. And I was alive, so very alive, and already, shamefully wanting more.
My muscles gave out. My support collapsed and I flattened out to be pumped into. His cock dribbled as he came out, and he used his tip to paint himself over my folds. My thighs twitched. My lips curled. My muscles were burning and alive again. I thrust myself off the seat and into his arms.
“Red, you beautiful bastard. You’re too good.”
I attacked him with kisses and brushed against his hard jaw line. He flung his neck back as he scraped my soft cheek with his grizzled, shadowy beard. It caused my lips to fall away. Red picked me back up and then sat down, keeping me on his lap as he savored me with slow, simmering kisses over my shoulders.
Once again, Red sent me into sexual overdrive. It wasn’t a question if he could do it to me. It was a question of how much could I take. Next time, I promised, I would hold on for longer.
“My queen. You mean the world to me.” His tongue pushed through my moist lips. He darted around and infused me with his love once again.
He was hard and raring to go.
Perhaps I hadn’t hit my limit just yet.
I knew that I hadn’t had my fill of Red.
I shifted my hips. He caressed my folds, then I pushed him inside again. I watched his neck muscles release all tension. I watched his eyelids flutter back and his slick lips curve upward.
He drove to the end of me. I slowly rocked my hips. We ground together. He pressed me closer. Even closer. Even deeper. Harder. He would take me and fill me even more.
This time, it would be slow and intimate, but just as deep and carnal.
“Red, don’t ever stop,” I moaned. I hugged him as he drove into me.
“I don’t know how.”
My hands broke free as he leaned me back and thrust into me, using his full length.
“Hold on. This is going to be a ride you’re never going to forget.”
Taking my hands, he placed them on his hips. My lips managed to find his as we connected. Red took me under again. He grooved inside of me. I couldn’t hold on any longer.
He took my hands in his.
“I’m not letting you go,” he said.
The next orgasm rolled over me. True to his word, he never let go.
Red and I had come through. Now we were going to enjoy every day we could. Together.
We had a home. We had a bright future. After he branded my back, and we had that mind-blowing sex, he laid me out on our bed. A calm afternoon breeze caressed me as I closed my tranquil eyes. I held my hand out for Red to take.
I already couldn’t wait for another ride.
About the Author
Adriana Jones is a fan of rough and tumble romance with a kick. She likes rough yet at their core, sweet alpha males who would do anything for their women. She is the creator of The Blessed Bastards MC, a group of sexy outlaws who prowl the open roads of America.
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