I kissed him hard again, stroking his cock through his jeans. He grunted and reached toward me, unbuttoning my shorts and yanking them down. I gasped as his rough fingers found my clit and began to softly stroke me.
I could feel the breeze on my skin as he kissed my neck and rubbed my clit. “I’m going to fuck you right here,” he said. “I want you to scream my name down into the valley.”
“Ford,” I gasped, “you can do whatever you want with me.”
“God damn I love hearing that from you.” He pulled my hair slightly, tipping my head back and kissing my neck. His fingers slipped inside my pussy, slowly fucking me, pulling out and stroking my clit, going back and forth.
My whole head was a mess of pleasure and desire for him. I groaned as he continued to work me, fingers fucking and rubbing my clit. I tried to keep up, tried to keep stroking him, but I could barely control myself.
I stepped back with a gasp, tearing myself away. Then I went back at him, unbuckling his belt and ripping his jeans off. He laughed.
“Fucking hungry for this dick?” he asked. “You want to suck my cock out here in the open?”
I dropped down to my knees. “I want to taste you,” I said.
“Good. I hope someone sees it. I want the world to watch you suck my fat cock. You look so fucking sexy.”
I pulled down his boxer briefs and grabbed the base of his big cock, slowly stroking him. “You like to watch me suck you off?” I asked him.
“My favorite fucking thing in the world is watching your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
I slipped his cock into my mouth and began to suck him, teasing him with my tongue, looking up at him. He watched me slowly suck him, and I maintained eye contact. My pussy was soaking wet, and excitement ran through me as he stared at me sucking his thick cock. I began to stroke him with my free hand, moving my head, taking more and more of him into my mouth.
“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “That mouth is fucking incredible. I’m so fucking hard.”
I kept sucking him like that, taking him farther and farther down my throat until his whole cock was in my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he said. “Holy shit. I love feeling my cock down your fucking throat.”
I pulled back and began to suck him faster, harder. I wanted his taste, his thick cock, his groans and moans. I wanted him to feel as good as I did, wanted his cock harder than he thought possible.
He pressed my head down, the perfect amount of force, and began to thrust into my mouth. I could feel the breeze and hear the wind in the trees as he fucked my face, and that only drove me wild.
“God I love this pretty mouth,” he grunted, sliding his dick between my lips. “How’s that cunt? Fucking soaked through for me?”
I moaned slightly in response to his question, and that only made him press deeper into my throat. I pulled back, breathing deeply, jerking him with my spit, looking up at him. I felt fire in my veins, fire and desire running through me.
“Get up,” he commanded. I stood, my hand still on his cock.
He dragged me back toward his bike, leaving our pants behind. He sat me down on top of it, and I braced myself against the handlebars as he whipped my panties off, tossing them into the brush.
“You won’t need these anymore,” he said. “I don’t want you wearing panties anymore. You’re just ruining them anyway.”
“I can’t,” I said. “That’s so bad.”
He pressed his fingers deep inside me, pulling my hair. “You can and you will, because your husband is telling you to.”
I gasped, moaning softly. “Okay. Yes, I promise.”
He dropped down onto his knees in front of me and the bike and began to suck at my pussy. I moaned, amazed that he kept the bike upright while eating me. I loved the feeling of the leather underneath me, his strong hands holding my hips steady, and his tongue and mouth sucking my clit. If I wasn’t as soaked as possible before, I was in that moment.
I could barely think. There was only Ford sucking my pussy, licking my clit like an animal, ferocious and starving. He was unstoppable as he worked me, and it was driving me wild. I loved getting my pussy licked while I was sitting on a motorcycle; there was something about the power of the bike and the strength of Ford that really pushed me to the limit.
Desire flooded through me, filling my veins. His hands held me steady, his tongue sliding inside my pussy. “Fuck I love your taste,” he grunted. “I could eat this pussy all fucking day.”