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Nick grabbed hold of the other side of the bike as he thrust himself into her, her juices coating him. Amy felt him almost split her in half, reveling at the pain and pleasure it brought her. He grabbed her brutally, bruising her lips, breathing against her mouth, biting her neck. Amy cried out, her fingernails digging into his skin. Her pleasure mounted, her body burning, the feel of his naked flesh on hers intensifying her heat.
He lifted her off the bike, and she wrapped her legs around him tightly, balancing on his strong shoulders as he pounded into her, his hands grasping her ass. She pressed her breasts against his chest, her teeth sinking into his shoulder. Feeling Nick’s hot mouth against her neck, his breathing as uneven as hers, Amy lost control. Nick grabbed her tighter as she went momentarily limp in his arms, still thrusting, milking her climax until she begged him to stop.
Amy struggled to regain her thoughts as he gently released her. She gestured for Nick to slowly lower himself onto the bike, facing forward like he was about to go for a ride. Amy hoped he had secured the Harley properly. She straddled the bike in front of him, her back to him, as she positioned her wet opening right over his erection, guiding him inside of her. She watched him in the side mirror, gripping the handlebars for support, sliding up and down on his cock, grinding her hips into him. He held her waist, his fingers playing with her clit as she moaned, moving faster, taking him deeper.
Amy felt Nick pulsing within her walls, only heightening the intensity of each sensation. She leaned more weight on the handlebars, raising her pelvis a few inches in the air, letting him thrust inside her from below, at his own pace. His fingers never strayed from massaging her sorest spot, building up the pressure of her impending orgasm. As her ass smacked against his thighs over and over, she felt his muscles tighten, plunging deeper, faster. Amy cried out his name, his fingers stroking her clit more erratically. Her breath left her momentarily, a primal scream emerging from the pit of her belly, as she felt herself liquiefy anew, her head snapping back, shaking from her core. Sensing Nick’s own release, she pulled him out of her, stroking and twisting him with her hand from behind, watching him in the mirror still, seeing his eyes squeeze shut. Amy felt him contract in her palm, groaning, spilling his hot cum over her lower back, feeling him drip down the backs of her thighs.
She dismounted the bike, not wanting their fluids to come in contact with the Harley, just in case. She spied one of Nick’s t-shirts on the counter, quickly mopping up the product of their interlude. Nick was still on the bike, regaining his senses, and Amy leaned over him, taking him into her mouth and licked off the remainder of his juices, feeling him shudder one last time.
Amy located the pile of clothes she’d discarded earlier and started to dress herself while trying not to fall over. Her mind was just starting to hum again, and she realized something.
“Where are you going?” Nick asked from behind her. She turned and found him standing there, still naked, smiling. Had she any energy left she would have covered his entire body with her mouth.
“You never answered my question,” Amy said.
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