Page 47 of Ironside

A smile spread across my face.

I’m not a virgin anymore.

Ironside pressed his mouth to my neck, sucking on my pulse. His lips turned up with a victorious smirk as he began to thrust. A whine rose in my throat. I buried my face in his shoulder, gripping his ass and pulling him tight against me with desperation.

My nipples ached to be tasted and touched, but it was too cold to be fully naked out here. Ironside knew what I needed though, slipping his hand under my shirt and pinching my nipple. I gasped, circling my hips frantically, as a flood of ecstasy sparked through me.

“Look at you,” he mused. “My cock-drunk angel. Keep grinding like that, petal. You’re doing great.”

“God, Reuben, you’re…you’redeep,” I said, hoarse.

He was so big, filling me so completely that I couldn’t think straight. All I could do was feel every inch of him, every stroke, every thrust.

In one smooth motion, Ironside pulled out and tugged at my hips until I slid off the bike. He turned me around, facing his bike.

“Hands on the seat. Bend over for me, petal.”

I did as he instructed, the leather warm beneath my palms from my body heat. Ironside pushed my shirt and my sweater up around my shoulders, exposing my breasts. After pulling the cups of my bra down, he toyed with my nipples, pinching and twisting and flicking them until my knees were wobbly.

Then he gripped my hips, angling my ass out toward him. He smoothed his hand over one cheek with an appreciative touch, followed by the other. A moment later, I felt the nudge of his cock.

The moan that spilled from my lips when he pushed in again echoed through the trees. His balls were pressed snug to my clit,and if I thought he was deep before, it was nothing to how deep he was now.

I could feel him with every intake of breath, hitting a spot inside me that turned my muscles to jelly and my brain to a pile of mush.

I gripped the seat to prevent myself from sliding to the ground as Ironside pounded into me. His big hands squeezed and played with my tits, or kneaded my ass as he murmured praises.

“Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart. That’s it. Fuck, you’re gripping me so damn tight.”

I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of him inside me. I’d waited so long for this moment, losing my virginity to a man who was patient with me, and never blamed me for the physical limitations of my body.

My arms trembled until they gave out. I slumped against the bike, pushing back against Ironside’s cock for more. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want the euphoria of this moment to ever end.

Ironside grunted as he bent over me, thrusting into me over and over. He looped an arm around my waist, with his chest against my back, rubbing my clit in circles.

Then he started to tap it with increasing pressure. Jolts of pleasure shot through me like lightning. I squirmed and writhed beneath him. My thighs were a sticky mess from the lube and our combined juices.

I came hard, shattering in a burst of exquisite pleasure that seemed to go on and on. Ironside’s grip on my waist turned bruising, but his rhythm faltered and he tipped over the edge after me, coming with a guttural growl that sent goosebumps up my back.

Pulling me into a standing position, he held me against his chest. Kissing my neck and caressing my body in gentle touches.

“Are you feeling okay?”

I smiled and tilted my head to kiss him.

“I had hoped to lose my virginity on my wedding night,” I said. “But this was so much better.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms tight around me.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. If you're not pregnant by our wedding night, you will be after I'm done with you."

I wiggled back against him. Our wedding in the spring couldn't come soon enough.