She came out of her house, dressed in running gear, and his cock, which had gone flaccid, stood back to attention. Damn, her body was fucking hot. He loved her tits, which were now restrained in a tight bra. Cora ran toward him. Her body was showcased in her running gear, and James had never found something like that to be so damn attractive.
“Is there a problem, biker man?”
“Not at all.”
“Why are you watching my house?”
“I’ve got my reasons.”
She smirked, putting the buds in her ears. He didn’t hear any music, and in the next moment, she saluted him, before running away.
James allowed her to run. Cora could run, but she wouldn’t ever be able to hide. He was far better at finding, and catching, what he wanted.
He pulled his bike into the park that she’d run down to. Climbing off, he chained his bike up, before taking after her.
It didn’t take him long before he was running beside her. She didn’t stumble, but she did pull the buds out.
“Do you treat all of your women like this?” she asked.
“No.”
“I’m special.”
“No. You’re the one that g
ot away, and you’re the one that I want.”
She stopped, turning toward him. “What are you doing?” She was taking deep breaths, her nostrils flaring open.
“I want to fuck you like I wanted to last night.” He expected some kind of reaction from her. Instead, he got nothing.
Cora rested her hands on her hips. “You want to fuck?”
They were alone, and James closed the distance between them. Banding his arm around her back, he brought her close, pressing his cock against her pussy. Her running shorts were not thick enough to protect her from his touch.
Her gaze went dark as her eyes dilated.
Yeah, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He was so fucking hard right now. She rested her hands on his chest, yet didn’t push him away.
Banding his arm around her waist, he used his other to cup her ass.
“You know exactly what I want.”
“What about what I want?” she asked.
“From the look in your eyes, you want this as much as I do. Don’t worry, baby, I don’t mind you fighting me. I’ll win either way.”
She smiled. “I’m not fighting you, biker guy.”
“James.”
“I’m not fighting you, James. I’m starting to think you’re all talk and no action. You’ve yet to do anything to me.” She laughed when he growled at her. “Oh my God, you just growled. Now that does sound sexy.”
James silenced her when he moved his hand across her hip, cupping her pussy. He pushed the fabric of her shorts up, rubbing through the lips of her pussy.
Her laughter died, and the only sounds that came out of her mouth were those of pleasure. He had her, and she wasn’t going to get away. Cora was a mystery to him.