Rememberable bike ride 😌

Part-9 (You belong to me)

He draws in a sharp breath and groans at my chocked cry. “Your pussy’s pulsing so hard around me, babygirl. So wet and needy for me, such a good girl. Such a good girl.”
“Please, baby ….” I whimper in his ear and try to push off his shoulder, struggling to tolerate everything’s he’s doing. But the more I escape, the harder he punishes and the louder I become.
He grabs my shoulder and turns my back to his chest, slamming his hand over my mouth. His hand cups me between my legs and teases. My eyes are wide open on the distant towns over the mountains, shimmering in pitch darkness.
He turns my chin up and kisses me, stretching my neck back for him. His hand lowers to my stomach and snakes under my shirt, cupping and twisting again. My knees buckle, but this time his chest is pressed against me, holding me up.
“You’re mine, only mine”, he whispers, lips brushing my ear. “Don’t you fucking forget that again”, his voice becomes serious and his finger pushes inside me. “Mine. All of this is mine. Do you understand?”
I smile at the insecurity in his tome, so giddy that someone like him wants me this badly.
He pulls his finger out of me and slaps his hand on my clit.
I let out a pained scream, feeling my blood rush to the area.
“That’s for flirting with someone else”, he growls in my ear, stroking me firmly only to spank me again. And again. And again. Then fast and repeatedly. “That’s so you never fucking forget who this pussy belongs to”. He shoves his finger quickly in and pulls out then pushes in and out of me.
“My. Fucking. Pussy”
My moans become shorter, smaller, until my lungs draw in all the breath they can take. Every muscle and fiber inside me tenses like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff.