still hard,” she said.
“You’re fucking sexy as shit,” he said. She grinned and kissed his dick.
She lay back on the ground.
“Hold on.” He grabbed his leather jacket and slipped it under her. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and pulled him down. He settled on his knees in front of her, and she reached between her legs and grasped his manhood. She jerked her hand along his cock several times to keep him hard and guided him forward.
“I’m ready,” Rich said.
“I know.” Angie grinned and pulled his manhood to her. She rubbed the head against her vulva lips until he was rock hard. He pushed into her, and she pulled him deeper. She wrapped her arms around him, and he leaned down to kiss her—while they rocked together. His body was warm on top of her, and when they finished kissing, she buried her face in his neck. She pushed against him as he thrust, and they settled into a rhythm. It was different from before, though, less frantic. Before, she’d been desperate for release; but, now, she was able to lay back and enjoy the experience.
He sat up so he could look at her face and smile, and she would’ve blushed if she wasn’t already flushed. He kissed her neck and nibbled at the base of her throat and then skipped down to kiss her nipples. She lay back and moved her hips to match his. She felt his manhood move in her and swiveled her hips. His breathing was getting faster, and she felt waves of pleasure wash over her. Sweat beaded on his face. She raked her fingernails across his back, and he pushed harder, arching her back with pleasure. Her hands were on his hips, pulling her into him. The waves of pleasure crested, and she pushed against him and moaned.
“You ready?” he asked.
However, she couldn’t speak. Her back was arched to the point she thought it might break but didn’t care. He slammed into her, and she groaned in pleasure and finally managed to say, “Yes!”
The orgasm ripped into her, and she barely registered when his load shot into him. He grunted and kept humping while she writhed under him.
“God,” she said. He moved against her, and she jerked a few more times, but as he slowed and stopped, she came to rest, too.
It took a moment before she opened her eyes and saw him, panting, on his knees. He grinned, and she started to laugh.
“That was good,” she said and patted him on the arm, the closest part she could reach.
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When it was over and they were both spent, they dressed and shared another cigarette. Neither of them spoke; but, every time one would catch the other’s eyes, they’d smile or giggle. There was nothing to say, right now, and they both knew the moment was so tenuous it could be destroyed with the wrong words.
Eventually, the door opened, and two of Rich’s club mates came out. They lit cigarettes, and one of them glanced and saw Rich, who nodded. He nodded back and looked Rich and Angie over, but he kept his distance.
“Let’s get out of here,” Rich said. “Get a drink someplace quiet.”
Angie looked out over the gravel, at the two bikers, and then at the door to the bar.
“Unless you don’t want to be seen with a lowlife like me, now that you’re a celebrity?”
“I could use a drink,” Angie said.
Rich got up and reached a hand to pull her up. They left the bar behind, arm-in-arm, and walked into the darkness of the parking lot.
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Cali Bloom expected the diner job to be boring, until she's served her just desserts.
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