Page 124 of Their Stolen Obsession

“Um, sweetheart?” I said.

“Yeah?” Liv stirred on top of the leather.

I took my hands off the clutch and brought them down to hers. Gently, I touched the back of her hand that was on my junk.

“I didn’t know you could drive stick shift,” I teased Liv.

“What?” Liv asked, confused. “I don’t.”

I gestured down to my dick where her hand still clutched me. “You do now.”

Liv gasped. “Oh my God.”

Liv loosened her grip.

I caught her hand. “No, sweetheart, don’t stop.”

Slowly, I made her stroke against me, and I groaned at the sensation rocking through me like waves. Saint pulled up beside us. He got off his bike and lifted his visor. The motorbike stayed on while the engine purred, with the headlight pointing directly at us. He stalked toward us and unbuttoned his jeans.

“Fuck, man, you get to ride with her and now she’s jerking you off?” Saint scowled and hit my helmet with his hand.

I yanked Saint toward me with his helmet until he tapped mine. “Quit your bitching. Pull out your dick and join in.”

Roughly, Saint jerked his head back, and he parted his legs while he pulled down his zipper. I leaned back against Liv while she continued to rub me, and I wanted more, but my time would come. My best friend needed a damn moment with our girl.

I released Liv’s hand from me while Saint freed his erect cock, and I guided her to touch him. Once her fingers wrapped around his solid girth, I helped her move up and down his shaft. Slowly at first, until she took over with a willing rhythm.

“Fuck, Liv, darling, you feel so damn good.” Saint peereddown at her, stroking him.

I kicked at the stand, grounded the bike, and got off the hefty beast. The sight of Liv straddling the motorcycle so damn well made me groan because she was fucking sexy. I pushed her visor up to get a peek of her flushed cheeks and her pretty eyes full of hunger.

Liv’s pussy had to be slick against my seat. Christ. I was goddamn hard, and I needed out of these damn restrictive jeans.

I removed my cock from the black denim as I stroked my length. I wanted to watch, to enjoy our obsession out here in the wilderness, wild and free. Nobody around to bother us, and nowhere for her to go except run straight through the thick of the forest we knew like the back of our hands. This was our favorite place, a spot we’d traveled to frequently to appreciate mother nature in all of her motherfucking beauty, but tonight we’d relish in Liv. In allherbeautiful glory. We’d hunt her down like prey in the woods.

Sixty-Five

Her Predator

Saint

Liv massaged me one stroke at a time while she went up my soft stick and right back down. She was goddamn gentle, and my balls hurt. I ached for her so fucking badly, my nuts filled with endless cum, ready to spray all over her. I never wanted to stop.

“I want to see that pretty mouth, darling,” I groaned as she squeezed my dick tighter and tugged on me faster. “Fuck. You feel phenomenal, Liv. Christ, I missed this.”

Sin stroked his cock beside us. Totally obvious in his intentions as he fucking watched me with our girl and enjoyed the view. But what a sight she was.

Liv wore a skintight dress that had hiked up her thighs and exposed a sexy black garter belt with gold clasps. She spread her plump legs, her cunt flat against the leather seat; shewore a long overcoat, but the ride had flung it open. Cleavage spilled out of her bust, and I wanted to sink my damn teeth into her meaty flesh.

Liv was hot as heck on a motorcycle, lost in the wilderness.

Sin let go of his dick and reached for Liv’s helmet. “Here, sweetheart, let’s get this off.”

The lid popped off her head, and Liv shook her hair in what seemed like slow motion as the strands swayed back and forth. Locks of her hair tickled the tip of my dick and made me jerk in her grasp, but she didn’t stop her movements. My cock was within the proximity of her mouth, and her teeth kept nibbling at her lower lip.

Fuck. Suck me, Liv. Wrap that pretty mouth around my dick.

“How does my best friend look, sweetheart?” Sin questioned Liv as he went back to touching himself and caressing her hair. “Good enough to suck?”