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one whose going to take care of it, but don’t worry I'll take care of you, too."
    His arm comes out to wrap around my waist and he pulls my body towards him, lifting me off the ground and over the front of the bike. I’m forced to spread my legs and straddle the bike while facing him.
    Hmm. How the hell is he going to ride if I'm between him and his view of the road?
    He uses his arm to pull me closer. "Wrap your legs around me, baby."
    I don’t question him. It’s like my brain and my body are working together and know to do whatever he tells me because he will make me feel so good.
    My legs wrap around him and now my barely covered pussy is covering his jean-covered dick, and I can feel how hard he is underneath me.
    What are we going to do now?
    His feet stand firmly on each side of the bike, keeping us upright as his hand comes under my dress... again. But instead of touching me, he unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper.
    As he moves to release his cock from its denim restriction, Maverick's knuckles brush against my clit and I let out an involuntary moan. His eyes never leave mine as he smiles at me and I feel the head of his cock slap my cleanly shaven mound. His hands move under my ass and he lifts me, sliding my thong to the side, and quickly impales me on his dick.
    No warning. No, "We're gonna fuck now." He doesn't even ask permission, not that he needed to. I already pretty much gave him the keys to my castle.
    And really, what do I care because the minute his dick slides into me, I'm in pure heaven. I need this. It's been too long since I had a good sexual encounter, and the way Maverick fills me on his first thrust pretty much guarantees that his dick is powerful.
    He lifts me slightly by my ass until only the head of his cock is in me, then quickly lowers me back down as he thrusts into me hard.
    "We're not gonna fuck on my bike. I just need you to feel what you would've missed if you'd have ditched me a second ago." He pulls out and then thrusts back in again, and I swear I see stars in my peripheral vision because of how deep he goes.
    "Now you're gonna get up, move behind me, and ride bitch. Your legs are gonna straddle my bike and you'll push in close to me, so close your pussy's gonna rub against my ass as you feel the vibrations of the engine underneath you."
    I'm listening to him. I swear I am, but after every few words he pulls his long, thick cock out of me and thrusts back in, and I swear I go deaf for a second, while I try to readjust to his size. It's not my fault, really. He just feels too good.
    "Then, babe, we're going to ride to my compound, I'm going to take you to my room and you're not gonna want to leave. You'll have to leave, because, darling, this ain’t the start of a relationship. I already got an old lady, but I'll show you how a real man fucks and then you can go out and find a real man of your own."
    He thrusts inside me one last time before lifting me up and off his cock. My pussy instantly misses him. It's like my body is one giant puzzle and the last piece has been missing for all twenty-eight years of my life. I've looked fucking everywhere for it and then this man, this stranger who picks me up on the side of the road, fills me with his cock and it's the perfect missing piece.
    I know he has an old lady and I know I have Johnny, but a part of me, no not a part, all of me, wants him to be the real deal. I know nothing about him except for his name, but I want him.
    Shit. Shit. Shit. I want him.
     
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    We've been on the road for a few minutes. My hair's flapping in the wind, my dress is up to my waist, but my arms are wrapped so tightly around Maverick and I'm not going to let go to fix my dress because I have a fear of falling off.
    The pavement in front of us is uneven, so we've hit a few potholes here and there. We hit a large one and my ass barely lifts off the bike, but it's enough to freak me out. I shift my hands to get a better grip on him when one of my