Page 8 of Size Queen
Minutes later, we get back on his Yamaha and leave to go back to Raw Wheels. He revs his engine, I wrap my arms around him, and we speed off.
I love feeling the beach wind flow against my body as we drive. I am nearly in a trance. He is an excellent driver. I wonder just how good he really is…
While he steers us toward his shop, my hands lower from his waist down to his pants. I am not direct, but I am slowly making my way toward his crotch. He knows it, and he isn’t doing anything to stop me.
I reach my hands into his front pockets and begin to feel around, anxious for his meat. I know he is in there somewhere…
It is at that moment I know just how right Sabrina is: I need to get laid.
We get inside his shop,and there is no one else left inside. Damon closes the doors and locks them up. I am beyond turned on for him.
“I don’t normally do things like this,” I say.
“Me neither,” he says with a smile.
I’m still not sure the extent of what’s about to happen. But I am wet, and once he figures it out, I know we’re in trouble.
“What are you thinking right now?” he asks.
“A lot of stuff,” I say honestly. “I’m trying to figure out whatyou’rethinking.”
“You might not want to know the answer to that.”
“I want to know,” I admit.
“I’m thinking about where the best place in the shop would be for me to fuck you,” he says in a tone I haven’t heard before.
“Okay,” I say, nodding. “Nice.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m wondering if you’re as good at riding a woman as you are at riding that motorcycle,” I say quietly.
He is stalking toward me, grinning and determined.
“You know,” he says, “I think we might have more fun in the back of the shop… What do you say? Care to join me?”
He holds out his hand, and I willingly snatch it. Before I know it, we are no longer in familiar territory.
In the back, there are couches and beanbag chairs among many other things. One of the couches looks like it could fold out into a bed.
“Are you going to fuck my wet pussy, baby?” I ask.
“So hard, girl,” he growls.
I walk toward the couches, but he stops me. This time, it is his arms wrapped around me.
“When I’m interested in someone, I go hard,” he mutters in my ear. “We can have it be any kind of thing you want. I just want to adore your body.”
His grip on me is strong. I touch his rough hands and stroke up his arms while he feels up and down my body. Soon, his hands wander up to my breasts, fondling them delicately.
“I know what I want,” he says as he nibbles on my ear. “And I finish what I start…”
I moan for him, running one of my hands up into his hair, while the other goes to the crotch of his pants.
“Fuck me, Damon…”
He turns me around to face him. He grabs my face in his hands and pulls me into him for a kiss. We hold our kiss for several seconds, running our hands across each other’s bodies and moaning into each other’s mouths.