Mollified, but confused, she frowns at me. “Not yet? Then what—?”
I haul her up my body, shifting down into the sleeping bag, and position her sex over my mouth. “Not yet.”
“Ohh,” she groans, understanding. “I see. Yes, I see.”
She settles her weight on her knees, eagerly moving to accommodate my intentions. I cup her beautiful pert little ass and slide my tongue against her, and she whimpers, already halfway there. It only takes a few quick strokes of my tongue and she’s flying, hips grinding her clit against my mouth. I slide my fingers inside her and fuck her with them, and she responds beautifully, whimpering loudly and bracing herself on my chest and moving herself in synch with the swirling of my tongue. When I find a rhythm she likes, a pressure she responds best to, she shows me, immediately, with her voice raising in a whimpering cry, and with her body, shifting and moving to get more of what I’m doing.
She comes after less than a minute, and she screams—loudly. Beautifully.
Instead of staying astride my face for more, she grabs my jeans. “Is there another…what did you call it? Condom?”
I move her off of me. “No, they’re in my saddlebags.”
She presses a hand to my chest. “No, please. You stay. I will find them.”
I settle to my back and watch her. She traipses naked to my bike, ass wiggling, tits shimmying. Bends over and rummages, doesn’t find them, moves to the other side, finds them there. She removes one and replaces the rest, already ripping open the packet as she comes back to me.
She kneels beside me, caressing my arousal with one hand and with the other she fits the ring to my tip; it’s upside down, so she has to flip it—and then she rolls it down me, like she watched me do. Then, no hesitation, she moves astride me. Leans over me, breasts crushing between us, taking my mouth with hers, reaching between us to fit me to her opening. Eager, she can’t hold the kiss, her mouth falling open with a gasp as she wedges me inside.
Her arm curled around my head, hand in my hair, once I’m inside her, she brings her hand from between us and cups my cheek, forehead to forehead. “Oh mygod, Kane.”
“Anj, honey,” I growl.
There’s no warning from her. She seizes my mouth and her tongue strokes deep, warring with mine—at the same time, she sinks down onto me, taking my cock all at once. Groaning into my mouth, she breaks the kiss again, lifting up, hands bracing on my chest. Sure of herself, now, she sets the pace. I love watching her, so I let her have control for now. I hold her hips and move with her, following her pace—slow, leisurely, exploratory. Rising, falling. Groaning as I fill her, whimpering when she’s empty.
“Touch yourself, honey,” I tell her.
She obeys without question or hesitation, fingers circling. Her groans and whimpers quicken, and so does the pace at which she bounces on me. I move with her, holding back, watching her lose the rhythm as her climax opens up inside her. It’s like watching a flower blossom, watching Anjalee bounce on my cock to her orgasm. Fucking incredible, and I memorize each moment, soaking it up, drowning in it, glorying in her.
“Oh god, Kane, I am…oh, oh, yes, oh god…” She drops her chin to her chest, her fingers claw into my pecs, and she bounces harder. “I am going to come, Kane. I am coming, oh god, Kane, I am coming!”
“That’s right, beautiful girl,” I murmur, stroking up into her as she clenches around me, hair wild and black around us, tight high firm tits bouncing, ass slapping against my thighs. “Come for me, Anj. Let me feel you come all over my cock, baby. Give it to me, baby.”
She screams again, wailing as she shudders, unable to keep up the bouncing—she falls forward onto me, and I take over. I roll her to her back and power into her. She whimpers again, still coming, and wraps her heels around my back, clinging hard, hips tilting frantically to meet me thrust for thrusts.
“Ohgod,Kane,” she gasps into my ear. “It is too good, too good. I could die, it is so good.”
I bury my face in her neck and give her my need, let go of my control. She can take it, and my greedy, horny girl wants it.
I fuck her, and she whimpers with each stroke. “You like it like this?” I growl.
“Yes,” she gasps, “very much. Please, do not stop, Kane. Do not ever stop.”
“Never, my love,” I say, feeling the edge approach. “You like it hard, Anjalee?”
She rakes clawed fingers down my back and then digs them into my shoulders, gripping me with fierce strength, and she clings to me with her heels hooked at my ass, meeting me stroke for stroke, hard, eager, desperate. “Yes,” she snarls. “Iloveit hard.”
I can’t help my mouth. “My horny girl likes my cock?”
I feel her leaving red fingernail marks scoring down my back. “Iloveyour cock.”
Ah, fuck. I’m gone. Gone for her. Sweet, beautiful, sexy, innocent Anjalee…talking dirty to me, fucking me hard, begging.
“More, please more,” she gasps. “I want you to come, Kane. Please, please come.”
See? Begging. Makes me feel like a god.
“You want me to come?”
