Page 264 of Sincerely, Butterfly

I keep my attention on the road, moving around trucks and cars as I breathe harshly through my nostrils.

Fucking hell, this feels good. Too fucking good. I want to pull over, fuck her hard and fast.

Why the hell did I think this was a good idea? It feels good, but I want to do so much more to her.

“More,” I demand.

“I don’t want us to crash.”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” Fuck. That does something to my heart and soul.

“Then fuck me, Nola. Give me more.”

She makes a scared sound, but she digs her heels into my ass, giving herself a better angle. She rolls her hips more than before, forcing my cock deeper inside her. I groan, zaps of pleasure coursing through me with every rock of her hips.

It doesn’t take long until she’s riding me nice and slow, and I know she’s chasing her own orgasm, grinding her clit against my jeans, seeking friction.

My balls ache, my cock beyond painfully hard. I’m close, and normally I like to drag things out, but we don’t have time for that.

I grow frustrated, needing more. When she lets out a sobbed whimper, cumming around my cock, her cunt grips me so hard I nearly crash the bike, and I know I'm done with this.

Change of plans.

I pull off onto a side road, heading down far enough so that we're off of the main track.

“What’s wrong?” Nola asks when I stop the bike.

Pushing the kickstand down, I leave the bike running as I put my feet down on the ground.

Grabbing Nola’s arms, I pull them free from my neck and shove her backward.

She lies back, chest heaving as she comes down from her orgasm.

Pulling my helmet off, I hang it on the handlebars.

Running a hand through my hair, I move her dress out of the way so I can see where we’re locked together.

“Fucking hell, Lotus Flower,” I growl, running my thumb over her swollen clit. She whimpers, her pussy clenching around me. “You’re dripping.”

“I can’t believe we just did that, that we’re doing this right now.” Her chest heaves, her breasts rising and falling with every breath.

I roll my hips, fucking in and out of her, my thumb playing with her sensitive bud. “Jasper,” she whines.

“Yes, Lotus Flower?”

“You feel so good. I want you to fuck me. Fill me up. Let me ride behind you with your cum dripping from my cunt, staining your pretty black seat.”

“Fuck,” I growl. Sliding my hand up her body, I wrap my hand around her neck while I continue to play with her clit. “You’re sofucking beautiful like this, baby,” I grunt as I start to fuck into her. “You drive me crazy. Every time I see you, I want to fucking consume you.”

She gasps when I tighten my grip on her throat, my thumb moving faster, rougher.

“Gonna fill this cunt.” The bike starts to rock. “Gonna pump you full of my seed.”

“Yes,” she sobs out, her nails digging into my thighs. “Fuck, Jasper. Yes, right there.”

“Take it,” I snarl. “Take my fucking cock like a good little slut.”