LILA

“Keep riding it.”

Ryan’s voice was low and rough against my ear, the words vibrating through me as the motorcycle hummed between my spread thighs. We were still moving. The side road blurred past in green streaks. My bare pussy was already stretched around the thick, hard length of his cock, every bump and turn grinding him deeper inside me while the wind whipped the short black dress up around my waist.

I had asked for this.

After the second orgasm on his fingers I’d twisted in the seat, heart hammering, and told him I wanted him inside me while the bike was still moving. He hadn’t argued. He’d...