At a bump in the road, Viking’s bike shifts, the movement causing a powerful enough tremor to hit my clit. He must hear my whimper escape because he slows down, pulling off at the first abandoned dirt road he finds.
The bike comes to a complete stop and my heart pounds so erratically he has to be able to feel it against his back. My breath comes in silent pants; I’m so damn turned on after the sweet torture my pussy was just put through.
“Get off,” He barks, causing me to jump.
“Ex-excuse me?”
“You heard me; get off the fucking bike, Cinderella.”
At his words, I suddenly feel like there’s a frog in my throat. I don’t know whether to laugh at his nerve for ditching me way the fuck out here or cry. I’ll most likely scream and throw what I can at him but then I’ll get so angry that I’ll end up crying. Who can blame me, though, we’re out in bum fuck Egypt, surrounded by fields. It’d be pitch black if it weren’t for the million stars and nearly full moon. With my luck, I’ll be hoofing it home and get so nervous; I’ll have a full-on anxiety attack and pass out on the side of the road.
Carefully I dismount, watching, so I don’t graze any of the pipes or engine with my legs. That would be a miserable reminder of tonight. I learned about them getting hot when Brently was a kid and burnt his hand on my dad’s pipes. That ER visit took forever as my mom kept having to explain that she didn’t burn or abuse her kids.
Standing beside his massive thigh, I prop my hands on my hips and hit him with a glare that’s so cold you’d think he’d turn to ice. “You have a lot of nerve.”
“That so?” His gaze flicks to mine, eventually dropping to run over my body.
“Hell yes. I can’t believe you’re actually kicking me off your bike here,” I retort angrily, gesturing to the emptiness around us.
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have been rubbing your tits all over my goddamn back. Your nipples are so fucking hard; I can feel them through my fucking cut!” he shouts back fiercely.
“My nipples? You have got to be joking right now. If you weren’t too busy driving like some kind of maniac maybe, the wind would be warmer!”
“So it’s my fault?”
“Of course. You’re the one who brought me out here. I told you back there that I. Don’t. Ride.”
Viking peers down at me with his mouth drawn in a stern line, making me feel like I’ve been naughty and now I’m in trouble and about to be punished. It almost makes me want to lash out at him some more to see what happens.
Those thoughts flourish as his massive hand shoots out, snatching my bicep with rough precision. He yanks me toward him like I’m some rag doll, weighing nothing at all. Unable to catch myself quickly, my stomach collides with his thigh. The impact is forceful enough that it damn near steals the breath from my lungs.
I should be furious with him for manhandling me each time a situation escalates, but being so close to him has pure carnal desire running rampant through my veins. Beating my fists on his solid pecs, I halfheartedly shove against Viking and prepare to let loose an outraged scream. Pretending to fight and struggle like this, will only spur him on further until he satiates the ache building between my thighs the bike ride initiated.
On our first night, he had to hold me still as he took my virgin ass. I’ll never forget how thick Viking’s cock grew when I’d whimpered and attempted to move away. He’d stopped at first to try and ease the ache by coating the rim, inside and around my tiny puckered entrance. It felt sinful and erotic having him use the warm cum he’d filled my pussy with moments prior.
I’d begged, offering my mouth and pussy again while he’d worked his way in slowly. Then my tears came, and he fucked my virgin hole like a man obsessed. Fuck, it hurt but eventually his skilled fingers played with my clit until he had me calling out in ecstasy.
My cheeks blush, thinking about that once-untouched area, now fully being his. Someday he may want it again. I know it’ll hurt for a while until I’m used to it, but I don’t care, it’s worth it.
As if Viking can read my thoughts, his mouth slams down on mine, ravishing my lips like he’s famished and can’t get enough. His dark scruffy jaw prickles my sensitive skin and turns me on more, knowing he’s one hundred percent man. I love it when he’s this way. There’s nothing soft when he gets like this. His muscles are like rocks, his kisses relentless, his movements harsh, and his cock stiff.
One hand tangles in my long hair, gripping it tightly against my skull as his tongue takes mine hostage, demanding it to surrender to him.
Meeting his hunger, my tongue twists with his, hoping to entice him even further. My body’s brimming with so much need that if he brushes against my pussy, I’m going to come.
He frees my arm to grab the front of my shirt roughly where they cover my breasts, twisting the material tighter against my skin. Viking’s mouth overtakes my every thought as he kisses me crazily, sucking my bottom lip between his and then pulling away to nip at my top one playfully. Not ready for the erotic moment to end, I draw his tongue into my mouth, sucking and rimming it like I would his cock, greedily taking whatever I can.
Within seconds, he’s breaking off our lip-lock, panting and flushed. The crimson coloring his cheeks, more pronounced from the pale moon, reveals that he wants it just as badly as I do.
My mouth’s left tingling in his absence, the rough whiskers bestowing a bittersweet memory as the night air tickles my skin. His soft lips leave mine behind, swollen and eager for more. I refuse to beg no matter how badly my body wants me to.
Viking’s dark gaze drops to my chest, enraptured as my breasts rise and fall from my excitement. “You’re not wearing a bra,” he murmurs absently, and I shake my head out of habit, not needing to respond. The evidence is clear with my peaks stiffly pleading for his attention. He loves my breasts; I left my bra at home purposefully for him.
He clears his throat, his voice gruffer than normal as he demands, “I’ve got what you need, climb on.” He leans back some more, sliding closer to where I was sitting on the way here.
Viking turns my body and then lifts until I climb back on the bike. This time, I’m facing the handlebars like I’m the one driving us. Staring out at the openness in front of me, I begin to panic. “I can’t drive.” Plus, his bike’s massive, literally the biggest I think I’ve ever seen.
A deep chuckle comes from behind me as I feel his large, warm palm rest between my shoulder blades. “Baby, you’ll never drive my bike. You belong on the back. And before you lash out with some smartass retort, I mean that in the best fuckin’ way, just trust me.”