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Rachel

I swallowed heavily as Dante climbed off the bike and grabbed hold of my leg, spinning me around until I was facing him.

He stood between my legs, wrapping my thighs around his hips, and pulled me slightly closer until our bodies were flush together. He grinned at me for a split second before he reached up and pushed the visor of his helmet back down.

“What are you doing?” I breathed, seeing myself reflected in his helmet.

“I want you to look at yourself and see what a mess I’m making of you,” he replied, gently pushing down on my chest and manoeuvring my body until I was leaning back against the handles of the bike.

Without saying a word, he scooped his hands under my body and pulled the leggings and underwear over my hips. I held my breath as he slipped them down my legs, watching myself in his visor when he bent low to pull them over my feet.

“These are staying on, too,” he said, popping my heels back on my feet. His voice was muffled by the helmet, but I could still picture his devilish grin as clear as day.

He stood back up and stared down at me, posing an intimidating figure in his leathers and helmet.

I sat up slightly, and shrugged out of the leather jacket, and his hands came to the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head.

I raised my arms in the air to help him, and then immediately dropped them behind my back to unclasp my bra.

Within seconds, I was completely naked before him, minus my heals. He leant forward, forcing me to lean back against the handles once more, and reached below me, bringing his covered face inches away from mine.

He brought the leather jacket off the floor and sat back up, holding it out for me to shrug my arms into .

I shivered as the cool leather hit my skin. I laid back down, my eyes on Dante as his hands went to his jeans and pulled down the zipper. I clenched in anticipation, seeing the folds of the material open and his hands slipping between the material to grasp his hard cock.

My breath quickened as Dante fisted himself, the tension mounting in the air between us.

He held my gaze, the promise of something primal dancing in his eyes.

His hand slowly pumped up and down the length of his cock as he pulled himself free and swung one leg over the bike.

Straddled between my legs, he grabbed hold of my thighs and pulled me closer until they were resting on his thighs.

In one swift motion, he leaned back over me, his body hovering just above mine.

The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and I could feel myself arching toward him, craving the connection.

“What do you want, darlin’?” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a jolt of electricity to my pussy, making me clench in anticipation.

“Just you,” I managed to choke out, my heart racing. “I want all of you.”

I heard the growl beneath the helmet as his hand fisted his cock once more, rubbing the head of it against my soaking pussy.

I thrust my hips up, feeling the tip of him slide past my pussy lips, before he took control and thrust inside me with one firm, hard thrust.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “No matter how many times I have you, I will never get over the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”

Conscious of the fact we were on his bike, he thrust against me carefully, creating a steady rhythm that was so different to what I was used to from our sex life, but was delicious, nonetheless.

With long, deliberate strokes, I felt every inch of his cock slide in me and pull all the way out again, leaving only the tip buried inside me.

I held my breath each time he pulled out, almost terrified of him withdrawing completely. But he would thrust back in, stretching my pussy, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body .

“Dante,” I breathed. He ran his hands down my stomach until he was between my legs, finding my clit with ease.

I arched my back as he began to rub small, slow circles around it in time with his thrusts.

I felt the pressure building inside me, spiralling with every push and rub of his fingers.

My body responded to the dual sensations—one slow, deep, the other relentless and teasing.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I could play with you like this all night.”

His words ignited a fire within me, and I could feel the urge to scream his name clawing at my throat. I gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into the leather of his jacket, wanting to pull him closer even as our bodies joined together.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, desperate for more, for the release that was teasing just beyond my grasp.

Dante quickened his pace, the force of his thrusts driving me deeper against the bike.

The world around us faded, reducing to the rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding and the intoxicating scent of leather mixed with sweat.

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasped. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Sex as your old lady is better than ever,” I moaned, unable to suppress the tease that spilled from my lips.

He growled again and ripped the helmet off, throwing it onto the ground with careless abandon, and pressed his lips against mine.

I opened my lips and stroked my tongue along his, loving the reaction he had to hearing me call myself his old lady.

As he doubled down on his thrusts, his fingers danced faster over my clit, igniting fireworks behind my eyelids. I felt the tension unfurling, my pussy tightening with each stroke, each tantalising rub.

He leaned down further, his lips grazing the exposed skin of my collarbone, sending shivers straight down my spine. My moans grew louder, and I barely recognised the desperate sounds spilling from me.

“God, you’re amazing,” he breathed against my skin.

“There’s more to come yet,” I teased, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I pressed my hips up to meet his thrusts, inviting him to give me more. I tensed my pussy around him as tight as I could and released a moment later.

“Rachel…” he warned, his voice shaky .

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” I asked innocently, using his own pet-name for me against him. “Don’t you like it?” I tensed again, holding it for a second longer.

“Fuck,” he breathed, the word sounding stretched and shaky. “You need to stop doing that or—”

His words were cut off when I ignored his low warning and tensed again, a giggle leaving my lips as he bucked against me. I relaxed and then immediately tensed back up, drawing him deeper into me, squeezing my pussy around his cock until I was choking him.

He responded with a deep growl that reverberated within me, every sound emerging from his throat igniting the fire within. “You’re trouble,” he grinned, moving his hands underneath my ass.

With a swift movement, he shifted, altering our angle just slightly, and the new positioning sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through me that made me cry out.

He raised me up and leant back slightly so that I was straddling him.

I placed my lips against his as I positioned my legs around the bike so that I was able to move against him, sinking down onto him so his cock was deep inside me, exactly like I craved.

He held onto my ass, kissing me back as he helped me move, raising me up and lowering me down. His powerful thighs were the only thing keeping the bike upright as I rocked my body against him.

He thrust upwards, driving deep and deepening the connection we shared. Each thrust felt more powerful than the last; the raw intimacy of the moment and the inescapable reality of our surroundings added an electrifying edge.

“God, Rachel,” he murmured before he brought his mouth back to mine, kissing me hungrily, pouring himself into every soft brush of his lips against mine. The sound of our breaths mingled with the grinding of the bike beneath us, a symphony of pleasure and urgency that made my body sing.

Unable to resist the urge to keep teasing him, I tensed my pussy, knowing there wasn’t much he was able to do about it in this new position.

I sank all the way down on his cock before I tensed, and then slowly raised my hips, keeping my muscles tense all the way around him before I sank back down and released .

“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned me, the veins in his neck protruding as he fought for control.

“Good,” I whispered back. “Because neither am I.”

His eyes darkened, predatory and hungry, as he met my gaze.

“Then let’s make it count,” Dante growled, his hands gripping my thighs tighter. With that, he surged upward, thrusting into me with an intensity that nearly stole my breath. I gasped, the sensation pushing me against him, and his rhythm was a perfect blend of passion and desperation.

“I want to feel you lose it,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. The sound of his voice wrapped around me like a thick blanket of heat, stoking the fire building within. Each thrust elicited a moan from me, a sound that echoed into the night as he started to pick up speed.

The world around us blurred into oblivion; it was just him, just us, and the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies slapping together.

The leather of his jacket was cool against my hot skin, heightening each sensation, the contrast driving me wild.

I leaned back again, letting him take control; the rawness of the moment consuming us both.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” Dante demanded, his voice a husky whisper fuelled by lust. He thrust hard, each stroke burying deeper, igniting a throbbing need for release.

“I want it so badly,” I gasped, feeling the tension in my body build higher and higher. “I want all of you, Dante.” His name rolled off my tongue like a prayer, and the way his eyes sparkled at those words ignited a lustful fire in his gaze.

“You’re such a good girl,” he responded, his voice gravelly as he thrust deep within me, the rhythm driving us higher toward the edge. I clung to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as my core tightened around his girth with every steady stroke.

“I’m right there,” I moaned, bucking my hips against his in perfect unison. I felt the dam within me threatening to break, the waves of pleasure crashing against the walls of my sanity, pushing me closer to that delicious release.

Dante leaned down, capturing my mouth once more, his tongue dancing with mine like the sweet promise of everything we were teetering on the brink of. I drowned in it all, the heat between us creating a storm.

“Let go, Rachel,” he urged, a growl rumbling from his chest as he reached down to rub my clit again.

The moment his fingers found their rhythm, the world around me faded completely.

My breath hitched, my body responding instinctively to the combined sensations of him inside me and his fingers expertly coaxing me towards the edge.

I threw my head back, pitiful moans escaping my lips as I fought to throw myself off the edge and into my orgasm.

“Please,” I begged, the word catching in my throat, thick with desire and poised on the precipice of release. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promised, and with that single word, he increased the intensity of his thrusts, drowning me in pure ecstasy. The pressure inside me grew, spiralling outward as each thrust melded with the frantic rubbing of his fingers against my clit.

“Dante, I can't—” I gasped, the wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

The walls of ecstasy began to crack, each beat of my heart synchronised with the rhythm of his desperate thrusts.

I could see it coming—a feral urge to let go, to surrender to the delicious, consuming pleasure building deep within.

“Cum for me,” he breathed between thrusts, his voice low, coaxing me like an electric shock sparking through my core. “Let it all go.”

The heat roared through me, chasing away any coherent thought.

Every thrust he delivered sent shockwaves operating through my body, and as I surrendered, the dam finally broke.

I cried out, my voice echoing louder than ever, resonating in the still night air as an explosion of pleasure coursed through me.

“Fuck!” Dante growled, feeling the way my walls convulsed around him, pulsing tightly as waves of bliss washed over us both.

I lost myself in the moment, riding the tide of euphoria that engulfed my senses.

I was floating, drifting on a high unlike anything else, every nerve ending alight and alive.

“God, you’re perfect,” he said, his voice strained with desire, and with that, he thrust harder, faster, trying to chase his own release brought on by my intoxicating orgasm.

“Together,” I gasped, my breaths ragged, melding our bodies as I met each of his thrusts with a powerful clench, drawing him deeper. It was a dance of urgency; the world around us faded into a blur, leaving only the primal need that connected us.

“Together,” he echoed, a low rumble of need escaping his chest.

I tensed my pussy again, and relaxed, immediately tensing again, feeling Dante’s control snapping above me. He locked eyes with me and gave me a small nod, letting me know he was right there, too.

I gave myself over to him, letting him throw me off the cliff and into the heady sensation of my orgasm, knowing he wouldn’t be far behind me.

This. This is fucking perfect.