Free The Biker's Heart by Meg Jackson

someplace strange but alive with ecstasy, and as he ground his hips against me, driving his cock ever deeper, I felt a wave swell inside me. His hand on my lower back pressed forward and I slid closer, my mouth opening in a silent cry as his cock drove even deeper, and upwards, sparking a chain reaction inside me.
    It began in my toes as they snapped into curls, then danced up my legs, fiery lightning that left me flushed. It moved to my hips, my belly, my chest and arms, and finally to my face. I looked up at Boon, mouth open, eyes wide in disbelief at what he was making me feel. He grinned one more time and then lifted me in his arms, simultaneously thrusting his hips into me with renewed force, hitting me deeper than ever before. Bright red flashed in front of me, the pressure in my tummy became unbearable, and I felt myself breaking into seven million pieces.
    “ Fuck!” I cried out. “Fuck, Boon, oh God, oh fuck, I’m cooommmmming!”
    I felt my body bucking and shaking as the wave broke, my climax taking control of me, tingling throughout my entire body like a thousand feathers falling from the sky. My heart seemed to seize, my hips rocking against Boon, my pussy milking his cock as it plunged deep inside me, deeper than it had ever been before.
    I dug my fingernails into his back as he supported my full weight in his strong arms, letting my body go limp from pleasure as the orgasm slowly faded away. He slowly lowered me back down to the hood as I panted and moaned, my head rolling back on my neck. He slipped out of me, but I grabbed his waist, pulling him back. Just because I came doesn’t mean I was done with him.
    “ Don’t worry, I’m not through with you,” he whispered, leaning in close. His hands came to my waist once more and suddenly I felt myself turned over, like a doll, onto my stomach. My feet were splayed apart on the ground, my thighs still trembling. He pulled my dress up around my hips once more, his hands coming to rest on my plump ass.
    I moaned as his cock entered me again; he pressed against me hard enough to force my body forward onto the hood. With two hands on my waist, holding me in place, he began to fuck me recklessly, wantonly, pistoning into my pussy like a stallion. I squirmed as his cock moved inside me, so quickly I thought it must look like a blur.
    My pussy was still recovering from the climax, but I felt it springing back to life as Boon’s cock drove me into a frenzy, his quick, rapid thrusts exciting me in a whole new way. I leaned my head against the hood but felt a tug on my ponytail; I could have gotten whiplash from the way he pulled my head back. His hand stayed on my ponytail, my back arching, my legs shaking as he relentlessly drove his dick into me.
    “ Jesus Christ, Samantha,” I heard him grunt, then I cried out as he slammed into me viciously, his cock spilling burst after burst of hot cum into my still-throbbing cunt. I felt the cum massaging the walls of my pussy as it sucked it inwards, my body seemingly hungry for his warm seed. Finally, I felt his cock shudder once more.
    Boon released my ponytail and leaned in, kissing the back of my neck, making me shiver. He pulled out slowly, letting his cock massage my pussy one more time before collapsing, spent, next to me on the hood of the car. We both giggled as we clumsily rolled onto our backs and scooched further up onto the hood.
    The stars were everywhere. It seemed like there were always stars when I was with Boon. Maybe he makes them, I thought dreamily, dazedly, feeling as high as I had the night I’d first met him. His hand reached out, looking for mine, and I took it, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine. I wanted this. And now I could have it. No complications, no roadblocks. Just an open night sky and a boy and a girl and a car and all the world before us.
     
    EPILOGUE
     
    “ Oh my God, Alicia, no, you can’t fucking just skip class to drink mimosas,” I said over the phone, a smile on my