Trepidation appeared in her eyes. “I’m clean and on the pill, but… All those women…” She shook her head. “Storm—”
“I’m clean, I promise, baby. Been tested. Plus, I’ve always wrapped up my dick.”
“Then, why not now?” She hiked a brow as if analyzing me. “We hardly know each other.”
I smiled and rolled with Madeline putting her on top of me. “Because I told you, you’re special. I haven’t been with anyone in months. Now ride me.”
“Months, huh? And I’m supposed to believe you, Mr. Biker Prez?”
Her fuckin’ sarcastic mouth set me afire. A spark flashed in her baby blues. Little shit knew she turned me on with her sass.
“You don’t trust or believe me, then grab my jeans. I’ll suit up.” I wasn’t playing. I’d do this any way she wanted, condom or no condom. “And baby, whether you want to believe it or not, you are special.” I slapped my hand on her ass, and she yipped.
“Hey!”
“Don’t doubt me again, Angel. Or I’ll be forced to punish you.”
“Yeah? Well, when do I get to punish you?”
“Another time.” I smirked. “You trust me?”
“Fine, fine, fine. I trust you.” She took my hard dick in one hand, braced the other on my chest. She lifted and guided in my cock, inch by delicious inch. Shit, she was tight. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was a virgin. It had been over a decade since I had virgin pussy, but I’d swear Madeline’s was the tightest I’d ever experienced.
She inhaled as she worked herself onto me. “You’re huge, Storm.” Her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth forming a perfect O as I stretched and filled her completely.
“Your little pussy will shape to me, baby. It’ll be all mine. Made just for me. Your ex must’ve had a pencil dick.” For as tight as she was, the dude probably had a micropenis. Served the son of a bitch right.
“Oh, you have no idea.” She leaned forward and licked my bottom lip. “Where have you been all my life, Storm?”
“Just been waiting for you, Angel. Waiting for you to get here.”
“Now that I’m here”—she swirled her hips, lifted and dropped—“I’m not going anywhere.” She raised up and slammed down. “You okay with that?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m okay with it. More than okay.”
“Good. Now hold on to me so this ride can start.”
“Shit yeah.” I gripped her hips, raising her up and pushing her down on my hard as iron cock.
Up and down.
Up and down.
She tossed her back, panting hard and squeezing the fuck out of my dick.
Up and down.
Up and down.
“Play with your titties, baby. Pinch those pink nipples. Gimme a show.”
She did as told, tugging and rolling her little buds between her fingers. The stimulation caused her to clench around me like a vice. I nearly blew my load.
Up and down, again and again.
“I’m close, Storm. I’m close,” she cried, eyes wild and dilated.
The faster she rode me, the harder I held back. I wanted her to come on my dick before I came inside her.