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“Fuck. Me. Now.”
His eyes darken, but he stays silent. Gently, he sinks to his knees in front of me like he’s at an altar preparing to worship. That’s what it feels like he’s doing, worshiping, when he takes my panties off and raises my legs onto his shoulders. The new angle spreads my legs vulgarly, exposing every inch of me and opening me up directly in front of his face.
“I could do this every day for a hundred years, and I’d never tire of looking at this pretty little pussy,” he says.
My vision swims black when he suctions his mouth around my clit, sending electricity throughout my body. His hands grip my hips as his tongue laps at the arousal dripping from my core. He alternates using a flattened tongue to swipe the entirety of my sex and sucking my clit into his mouth, and the differing sensations make me cry out.
“Scream for me, Alana. No one can hear you out here,” he grumbles against my tender flesh.
One of his hands slides under my left leg and raises it higher, and the other moves between my legs. He slides two fingers deep inside me, never stopping the assault on my pussy. When he pushes against my G-spot, I feel the pressure building up inside of me.
Desperately seeking release, I thrust against his face. He pulls away and looks into my eyes.
Without ever stopping his fingers, he says, “I want you to take a deep breath. When you’re about to come, don’t fight it. Push and let it all out okay?”
I nod, and he smirks. “Good girl.”
He lowers his head again and picks up the pace, working his fingers in and out of me as his tongue swipes circles around my oversensitive nub. The sensation is overwhelming. Before I know it, an orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami wave. It feels like every nerve in my body comes alive. My body spasms against the rock, and I feel that odd sensation in my stomach.
Remembering what Andreas said, I let go, and a guttural scream erupts from my lips as stars flash before my eyes. For the second time, I come so hard it gushes out of me and soaks Andreas’ face. He keeps eating me until I collapse on the rock, spent and wrecked.
Standing up and leaning over, Andreas says, “Kiss me so you can taste how fucking sweet you are.” His hand grips my face, and then he claims me with his mouth. Our teeth clash, and he bites down on my top lip. The kiss ends, and he turns me around and grabs my hips. “Now I can fuck you.”
Both hands move and grab my ass. He spreads my cheeks and guides his thick cock into me until he’s buried inside me. I squeeze down on him, and he moans.
“Do that again.”
Eager to obey, I pulse my center around him, and he takes a deep breath. Without warning, his hips thrust and he drives the entire length of his shaft into me, filling me until he reaches my cervix.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, “so full…”
He pulls back out and thrusts back again. I push back against him as a challenge. He grunts in response and pushes forward with more force. He continues to thrust into me, each push harder than the last, his breathing becoming deeper and heavier with each motion.
He pushes my torso down and angles my hips up so he hits my G-spot with each thrust, then he reaches around and rubs my clit. This change in depth and sensation makes me scream.
“Fuck, Andreas. Just like that.”
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Alana? You’re going to come, and your cunt muscles are going to milk me until I blow deep inside you,” he growls, never slowing his hips or fingers.
The pressure builds and builds, and my body prepares to explode. Once again, I’m screaming out his name, calling it out over and over, each time less human and more animalistic. I lose control, and the orgasm hits me like a freight train. My legs shake wildly, and I scream until my throat hurts.
His thrusts are relentless, a combination of speed and power that leaves me breathless. I can feel his balls slapping against my ass as the movements become less coordinated, and he roars out his release. I lay still, panting and enjoying the euphoria my orgasm brought.
Andreas kisses my temple and says, “We should get dressed and head back. It’s late.”
His hands on my hips guide me to my feet, and the stabilization is much needed. My legs tremble as he brushes the dirt and sand from my body. Once we’re both dressed, I throw his helmet back on over my damp hair and throw my leg over the motorcycle. The roar of the engine makes me jump, and Andreas throws his head back and laughs before taking off down the gravel road.
I shiver against the cold air rushing past my still damp body and lean closer to Andreas to stay warm. We hit the speed limit, and I see headlights in the distance—at first faint, though they burn brighter and brighter. As the car reaches us, it jerks sharply into our lane, and Andreas has to veer to the right. The grass almost makes him lose control, but he recovers. I turn my head to see what the hell is happening. The car jerks and does a U-turn, barrelling toward us.
“He’s turning around!” I scream into Andreas’ ear.
Andreas goes full throttle as we attempt to out-drive the maniac behind us. The car is rapidly gaining on us, and soon it’s close enough for me to reach behind and touch it. I can feel the heat from the engine and headlights on my back.
Andreas’ eyes dart to the right side of the road as he yells, “Brace yourself!”
His hands clench the handlebars and force the motorcycle into a sharp turn that sends it flying off the road. The wind swirls, grass flies up around us, and I’m barely able to hold on as we careen through the small patch of woods.
Abruptly, we hit something hard with a loud thud and fly from the bike, Andreas’ head smashing into a jagged rock with a sickening crack.
