Epilogue Two

Ivy

The moment Luc brought up the idea of going on a night ride on his bike, my interest was instantly piqued, and I enthusiastically agreed to join him, fully prepared for the exciting adventure that awaited us. The dark night seemed to stretch endlessly as we continued our ride, and the powerful rumble of the engine and the gusts of wind swirling around us created a sensory experience that made it impossible to think about anything beyond the present moment. Surrendering to the night, I tilted my head back and welcomed the overwhelming sense of liberation that enveloped me. Despite the multitude of challenges that had confronted us, we'd tenaciously persevered, choosing to carve out our own unique path, and my unwavering confidence surpassed any concerns that may have arisen.

My lips curled into a mischievous smile as I glanced at him, my eyes concealed by the visor of my helmet, causing him to abruptly turn his head to steal a quick look at me. The coolness of my fingers had an immediate effect on his muscles, causing them to tighten momentarily. However, they quickly adjusted to the warmth and regained their ease.

As I dragged my nails across his belly, a shiver instantly spread throughout his entire body. The gradual spread of goose bumps over his body was a clear sign of the intense emotions he was experiencing, and I could feel them slowly taking over. With a gentle release of the throttle, he effectively slowed down our bike ride, creating a more leisurely and laid-back experience. As I sat in the seat, I could feel the powerful vibrations of the motor reverberating through it, causing delightful tingles to travel down my spine. The sensation of the engine's rumble beneath me was palpable, heightening my sense of exhilaration as I looked forward to the adventure that awaited me on the open road. In a mischievous fashion, I decided to indulge in a little sensory exploration by discreetly maneuvering my hands beneath his shirt. There, I expertly switched between the soft caress of my fingertips and the light tickle of my nails. As I reached out and gently flicked his nipple, he couldn't help but react with a noticeable twitch. Using my fingers, I softly squeezed his nipple, relishing the tactile feedback as it hardened in response.

With each movement, my hands ventured lower, until they found their destination at his waistband, where I deftly undid the button on his jeans. Through the delicate fabric of his boxers, I could feel the unmistakable hardness beneath. His cock felt hard and hot in the cool night air.

I wanted him, needed him.

Craved him like no other.

My body reacted intensely to the closeness between us, growing hot and flushed, while a powerful longing surged through me, making me overflow with desire.

Taking my time, I extended my hand and gingerly searched for the waistband of his boxers, finally slipping my hand beneath it. I playfully traced my fingertips across his lower abdomen, intentionally avoiding the spot he craved to be caressed. I couldn't help but feel an exhilarating rush of excitement as his frustrated moan made its way to my ears, igniting a thrilling sensation in me. Smiling to myself, I grasped his cock. As the bike wobbled on the road, a moment of doubt washed over me, causing me to involuntarily gasp. He adjusted his speed, slowing down on the bike as he maintained control. The moment he laughed, I had a sudden realization that he had purposely done so to make me tighten my hold.

Fucker.

In a tantalizing and deliberate manner, I caressed him, moving my hand up and down his throbbing shaft. I tightened my grip around him, making sure to stroke him exactly the way he enjoyed. With each stroke of my hand on his shaft, the pleasurable feeling grew stronger, almost as if I could feel his powerful thrust, like he was penetrating me deeply.

When a thought suddenly crossed my mind, audacity and mischief filled me, and fortunately, I wasn't wearing any panties. Despite not being dressed appropriately for riding, it turned out that what I had in mind was perfect.

I let go of his cock and smoothly lifted my left leg and wrapped it around his waist, all the while steadying myself with my hands resting on his shoulder. With each twist of my body around him, the bike decelerated even further. Eventually, I ended up straddling his lap, facing him, and we carried on riding into the night. With a bold and confident move, I reached out and firmly took hold of his throbbing cock, expertly caressing it as I provocatively pressed the thick, pierced tip against the wetness of my engorged pussy.

Chuckling, I whispered, "Now be a good boy and don't wreck."

Taking control, I placed my feet over his and lifted myself, deliberately guiding his throbbing member towards my eager entrance and then sensuously impaled myself on his engorged and unyielding cock.

"Oh fuck, yes. This is what I needed."

"You're going to get spanked for this."

"Looking forward to it," I groaned, rocking myself against him while he held the bike steady, racing through the night.

With a gradual decrease in speed, Luc managed to safely maneuver his bike to the side of the road. The moment he shut off the engine, he swiftly took off my helmet, firmly gripped my hips, and forcefully drove me down onto his rock-hard cock.

His relentless actions on his bike left me screaming with pleasure, my head thrown back in ecstasy. With his hands securely gripping my hips, I reclined against the gas tank and met his gaze, exchanging smiles under the enchanting moonlight.

Surrendering to the night, I allowed myself to be passionately and ruthlessly taken, relinquishing control as the darkness engulfed me. I burned, ached to feel him, and it felt so good to have him inside me. I had wanted him so badly and now I was in heaven.

He thrust harder and deeper into me, pounding away until he slowed and pulled almost all the way out and held there, tormenting me with his stillness. Grabbing my wrists, he pulled me upright.

"Hold on, baby," he ordered.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held on when he stood up and got off his bike. Still connected, he walked over to a soft patch of grass on the ground before lowering the both of us.

Grabbing my head, he kissed me fervently and moved deep into me again. Slowly, leisurely, expertly igniting the fire that coursed through my body.

I moaned into his mouth as he quickened his pace. Employing his physical prowess, he quickly took hold of my wrists, previously wrapped around his neck, and firmly pushed them against the surface above my head, exemplifying his unrivaled authority with only one hand. With a firm yet gentle touch, he sensually traced his hand under my shirt, expertly finding my nipples and skillfully arousing them with his fingertips. With each passing moment, his strokes grew bolder, revealing the intensity of his emotions. A growing wave of ecstasy washed over me as I neared the peak of my orgasm. A delightful tingle began in my nipples and traveled, creating a warm sensation in my breasts. My moans grew louder, and I struggled to catch my breath, gasping in quick, shallow breaths. I lifted my hips to meet his powerful thrusts, allowing him to penetrate me with a newfound depth.

He let go of my hands and grabbed my leg, putting it over his shoulder. I grabbed his hair and brought him back down to my lips, biting his lower lip. He growled, ripping his mouth away from me while he leaned over and bit my shoulder muscle right at the nape of my neck.

I dug my nails into the skin of his back as my orgasm rolled over me, completely overwhelming me. My back arched up and my whole body stiffened.

He grabbed me close and continued to pound away, about to reach his own climax.

He stifled my screams with his mouth.

I heard him moan as his body stiffened as he reached his own orgasm.

Gasping for air, he chuckled, resting his head against mine.

"Fuck, baby, your disturbed matches mine perfectly."

THE END