Beauty And The Biker - Sex Stories

Beauty And The Biker

... of this new sensation. Her animalistic side roared out, causing her to growl and moan, the beast within her escaping. The tension built in my balls, begging to come and screaming for its ultimate release. I grabbed her arms with my free hand, using them as a brace, I fucked her deep. Her body contorting in such a way that maximized my satisfaction. Seeing her under me like that and succumbing to my strength made me lust for her as much as I love her. I slammed once more, my body stilling, as jets of come filled her pussy. Coming hard, I moved my hips as she rolled back into me, milking me dry. Our bodies naturally moved to a lying position with me on top and still inside her. I wrapped my arms around her as she circled her hips, teasing my cock as it slowly softened. “I fucking love you, Holly. Be mine again, don't leave, I couldn't handle it again.” My words slid over her back, rolling over her neck and into her ear. “I'm not going anywhere, Jackson. I fucking love you too,” she giggled, shyly and saying it as if the word itself still held a taboo. “Telling my parents will be fun, but I don't care. You're worth it. You're not so scary, Mr. Biker dude.” Her words made me smile. Rolling off of her, I pulled her back into my arms, kissing her forehead. We talked through the rest of the night. Speaking of what we wanted and how we'd tell her parents of her choice. The sun had long come up before we finally fell asleep, listening to the birds chirping and the forest animals chattering. I knew I finally found the one. No one would have convinced me my one true love was the college girl next door type, but the heart wants what it wants and I'm not about deny mine. I know chasing after this girl was the best thing I've ever done with my life. Now I'm going to spend the rest of it making her happy and loving her like she deserves.