He puts pressure on my back, having me lie forward until my breasts rest against the still warm tank of his bike. I’m curious what he plans to do. He probably should’ve taken my shorts off prior to me climbing on if he’s going to have me from behind.
“What are you doing?” I mumble, laying my cheek on top of my fingers in case there’s grease or something on the tank.
“I’m taking care of you like I should’ve done the moment I saw you.” His hands grip my hips, lifting them up until each of my thighs rest on top of his, and my ass is slightly elevated. “Hold still until I say otherwise.”
“Why, what are you doing?”
“Just hold still or it’ll hurt.”
Well, that’s reassuring.
Drawing in a deep breath, I hold it in, waiting for whatever he’s about to put me through. There’s no telling, but when it comes down to it, I trust him. Something cold and metal touches the inside of my thigh, kind of like a cool pen tip. He moves it more forcefully, a ripping sound happening along with air finding places it previously couldn’t get to. It takes an abundant amount of control for me to hold still and not freak the hell out as I finally come to the conclusion that he’s using his large hunting knife between my thighs, sawing away at a pair of my favorite shorts.
“I could have taken them off,” I whisper.
“Shhh, Cinderella. This way I get to that dripping wet cunt, and I also get to play with my favorite knife.” Once he slices through my shorts completely, he pushes the material up, leaving my ass cheeks on display in the moonlight.
Viking jostles around some, his belt clinking as he unbuttons the buckle and pushes down his pants zipper. After a few moments, he adjusts my body more, having me scoot farther up his bike. Gripping my hips, he moves me until my lace covered pussy is pressed deliciously against the small part of the tank.
Two of his fingers trace the scrap of material barely covering my core, eventually pushing it off to the side. The brief rubbing he rewards me with is enough to have me squirming and forgetting all about his blade previously being there. One moment Viking’s pressing his palm against my needy center tantalizing me further and the next he’s entering me without a warning. His cock so full and thick, stretching me to the ideal point, right on the edge of pain.
“Ohhh!” A whimper quickly transforms into a moan of pleasure as I close my eyes, reminiscing in the sensations.
He palms my ass cheek with his giant paw, squeezing it roughly and thrusting again, deeper this time. He’s long enough that his dick hits all the right places inside, making you wish it’d never stop. Viking’s not the kind of man who hesitates; he dives right in. It may hurt some in the beginning, but then it’ll morph into a crazy intense orgasm.
“Tell me,” he gruffly commands.
“About what?”
“I want to hear how it was riding on the back of my bike.”
“Scary at first.” Gasping, I hold on tighter to the cool handle bars while he drives in, the action causing my nipples to graze the hard surface deliciously. “But when you changed gears, it felt so good.”
“Yeah? That why your cunt’s so wet?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You know what I’m going to make you do?”
“Huh?”
“I’m going to pump your pink pussy full of my cum, ‘cause my Ol’ Lady needs to have my seed in her every fucking day, marking her as mine.”
“Uh huh,” I manage breathily as he pulls my hips into him, seating himself to the hilt.
“Tonight, I’m taking away that little string you got on that you call panties, along with all your other clothes. The only way you’re riding back is with that cunt pressed against my seat, wearing nothing but my T-shirt. I want your pussy juice spread all over it by the time we get back. Got it?”
“But what if there isn’t enough?”
“I’ll make you cream plenty,” Viking grunts, leaning forward for smaller thrusts.
Too consumed by his demands, I’m busy imagining how it’ll feel on the back of his bike with nothing filtering the pulses that’ll be directly hitting my core. This time, I’ll be wearing nothing but his shirt.
I don’t notice him grab the handle bars. With a flick of his wrist, a strong vibration assaults my clit as he starts the motorcycle. The wondrous purr makes me scream in ecstasy. With each loud rev his bike makes, he plunges into my core, causing my greedy pussy to convulse. It feels beyond erotic, the sensations out of this world, taking Viking mere seconds to break my body down into a withering mess of multiple orgasms, milking his cock for whatever it’ll give. One after another he commands my body to yield, spanking my bare flesh like a harsh kiss in the moonlight.
Viking bites and sucks, turning my skin tender by marking me anywhere he can get to in our position. The bar may have been a public claiming, but this is by far a private one with him bending my stubborn will into submission. With this sample of what he’ll do to me, next time I’ll cut to the chase and gladly beg.
After my third orgasm hits, stealing more of my energy, his movements begin to slow. Eventually, he stops and has me turn my body to face him. He spreads my thighs over him so I can sit comfortably and still be impaled with his cock.