a little distance behind them, Missy's hands that were clutching and massaging his chest began to creep downward. His cock was already rock hard, just from her close proximity and he nearly shot o ff as she began stroking him through his pants.
Because she was so close, he heard her sigh even over the loud, vibrating motorcycle.
Her stroking became quickly greedy and she unfastened his pants and freed his shaft as he managed the bike. With knowing hands, she worked his cock. She kissed his ear and neck urgently with a series of wanting sighs.
James could barely manage to get the bike stopped. She leapt off, nudging him back slightly, and then jumped right back on. This time, she straddled his lap. Resting her feet on the back foot pegs and her ass on the tank, she bent to feverishly suck his throbbing dick.
James buried his hands in the wild mass of blonde hair, pulling gently and making her whimper.
"Ah," he sighed. "Fuck me, Missy," he demanded in a voice scarcely above a whisper.
She hurriedly righted herself. Once again, she didn't bother removing the g string, just moved it aside and she raised herself up and then swirled her slick, hotness down his length, accepting him deep inside.
He held her thighs, relishing the feel of her flexing muscles as she used the foot pegs to push herself up and down. Her head tilted back and she practically cried as she thrust and grinded him into herself. He placed one hand between her breasts and pushed her slightly back, watching her eyes pop open as he positioned her to stimulate her g spot with his cock.
"AAAAAAAAHHH! JAMES," she screamed as she spiraled into oblivion backwards on a stolen Harley.
Chapter 7
Eventually, they found themselves back at the car wash. James noted the company Nissan still sat there.
"How 'bout that, they haven't found it yet, I guess," James commented, as they paused in the lot for a moment.
In a moment of spontaneity, James had an idea. They rode a few blocks over to a Walmart. Hand in hand, the couple walked inside.
Missy yawned. "What are we doing?" she asked.
"You'll see," he replied mysteriously.
He led her through the store to sporting goods, where he picked up the first baseball bat he laid hands on and then led her back to the register. He paid for the bat, mentally urging Missy not to try any shit with the gun in Walmart.
Back outside, he helped her onto the bike and told her to hold the bat while he took them back to the car wash. He parked the bike and stepped off, taking the bat from his beautiful partner.
He turned and grinned at the company Nissan.
"Fuck you, MR. HINES," James Kirk muttered with a wide, wicked smile. Then he drew back the bat and pulverized the windshield.
"Oh, fuck yeah, baby," shouted Missy, gleefully laughing and bouncing up and down in the spot where she stood watching her lover come unhinged.
Chapter 8
"Baby, I need a shower and bed," murmured Missy against James' back where she rested on him.
He navigated the bike toward the closest hotel. "I know me too," he replied softly, feeling an overwhelming need to protect and care for her just then.
They pulled into the local Best Western and James got t hem a room with some of their robbery loot. They dragged into the room, which smelled like stale cigarette smoke just as the sun came up.
Missy sleepily drifted toward the bathroom, discarding her clothes as she went. It was the first time James had seen her fully nude. Her body was flawless, golden tan with no tan lines. Her hips swayed with each step. She didn't close the bathroom door, but went straight to turn on the shower.
"Wash me," she softly invited.
James made short work of shedding his clothes and slipping into the shower behind her. He grabbed complimentary hotel soap and pressing his hard body against her soft one, he lathered his hands and thoroughly stroked her
Because she was so close, he heard her sigh even over the loud, vibrating motorcycle.
Her stroking became quickly greedy and she unfastened his pants and freed his shaft as he managed the bike. With knowing hands, she worked his cock. She kissed his ear and neck urgently with a series of wanting sighs.
James could barely manage to get the bike stopped. She leapt off, nudging him back slightly, and then jumped right back on. This time, she straddled his lap. Resting her feet on the back foot pegs and her ass on the tank, she bent to feverishly suck his throbbing dick.
James buried his hands in the wild mass of blonde hair, pulling gently and making her whimper.
"Ah," he sighed. "Fuck me, Missy," he demanded in a voice scarcely above a whisper.
She hurriedly righted herself. Once again, she didn't bother removing the g string, just moved it aside and she raised herself up and then swirled her slick, hotness down his length, accepting him deep inside.
He held her thighs, relishing the feel of her flexing muscles as she used the foot pegs to push herself up and down. Her head tilted back and she practically cried as she thrust and grinded him into herself. He placed one hand between her breasts and pushed her slightly back, watching her eyes pop open as he positioned her to stimulate her g spot with his cock.
"AAAAAAAAHHH! JAMES," she screamed as she spiraled into oblivion backwards on a stolen Harley.
Chapter 7
Eventually, they found themselves back at the car wash. James noted the company Nissan still sat there.
"How 'bout that, they haven't found it yet, I guess," James commented, as they paused in the lot for a moment.
In a moment of spontaneity, James had an idea. They rode a few blocks over to a Walmart. Hand in hand, the couple walked inside.
Missy yawned. "What are we doing?" she asked.
"You'll see," he replied mysteriously.
He led her through the store to sporting goods, where he picked up the first baseball bat he laid hands on and then led her back to the register. He paid for the bat, mentally urging Missy not to try any shit with the gun in Walmart.
Back outside, he helped her onto the bike and told her to hold the bat while he took them back to the car wash. He parked the bike and stepped off, taking the bat from his beautiful partner.
He turned and grinned at the company Nissan.
"Fuck you, MR. HINES," James Kirk muttered with a wide, wicked smile. Then he drew back the bat and pulverized the windshield.
"Oh, fuck yeah, baby," shouted Missy, gleefully laughing and bouncing up and down in the spot where she stood watching her lover come unhinged.
Chapter 8
"Baby, I need a shower and bed," murmured Missy against James' back where she rested on him.
He navigated the bike toward the closest hotel. "I know me too," he replied softly, feeling an overwhelming need to protect and care for her just then.
They pulled into the local Best Western and James got t hem a room with some of their robbery loot. They dragged into the room, which smelled like stale cigarette smoke just as the sun came up.
Missy sleepily drifted toward the bathroom, discarding her clothes as she went. It was the first time James had seen her fully nude. Her body was flawless, golden tan with no tan lines. Her hips swayed with each step. She didn't close the bathroom door, but went straight to turn on the shower.
"Wash me," she softly invited.
James made short work of shedding his clothes and slipping into the shower behind her. He grabbed complimentary hotel soap and pressing his hard body against her soft one, he lathered his hands and thoroughly stroked her
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