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hands brushes against something, and it isn’t his stomach. I hesitantly move my hand again to see what it is and that’s when I realize it's his cock. He never tucked himself back in his pants before riding off to his compound.
    I can't see him, but the thought of his dick being aired out in the wind, how if we were to pass another vehicle they could see his impressive length, is making me extremely horny. My pussy is soaking his leather seat.
    I can’t stop myself. I keep one hand tightly around his torso as I move my right hand, my dominant hand, to his exposed cock. I wrap my fingers around him until I am fisting his length, and I start to pump.
    I can’t hear Maverick over the sound of the wind racing across my ears, I can’t see his face since my left cheek is smashed against the leather cut on his back, but I feel the change. His back stiffens, his butt cheeks clench, and his dick gets impossibly harder.
    I do mean impossibly. His dick could cut through steel.
    He is so long and thick. I’ve never felt a dick so huge. My thumb can't even reach the tips of my fingers. I continue to stroke him as he rides down the single lane road. After every ten or so strokes I briefly stroke my thumb over the head of his cock and am rewarded with the smallest amount of pre-cum. I continue stroking for several minutes and just before we turn off the main road, I feel a rumble in his chest before my hand is coated in his cum.
    I'm high. Maverick releasing on my hand has filled my body with endorphins. I feel like I just ran a marathon, or swam the English Channel, or won the Super Bowl. I just gave this man a hand job while he rode his bike... and it was hot.
    Beat that Old Lady.
    I have nowhere to wipe his cum, but that's okay. I gently pull on his cock and tuck him back into his boxers and jeans. Then I zip him up with one hand, but I'm unable to button the top of his jeans with my cum-free hand.
    Well, at least I made him decent before we pass a cop or school bus.
    We pull off and drive down an untouched dirt road. The road goes on for a few miles and I see very little signs of life on the drive. I'm getting antsy. The anticipation of having this large man inside me is about to make me lose control. Maybe this is the kind of change I've been looking for. Maybe I need a man like this to make me feel alive again.
    The wheels underneath me start to slow down and I lift my head off of Maverick's back. We're pulling into what almost looks like an old military base, or it could be an old industrial park. I can't tell.
    We enter through the big, steal gates and I watch as Maverick pulls up to the side of a long, one story shed building. He cuts the engine and I let go of his torso. His large hand comes out and lands on my arm to stop me. His fingers drag across my smooth skin until the palm of his hand is overlapping the back of mine.
    The next thing I know I'm palming his denim-covered dick and rubbing him out with his assistance.
    "Don’t forget why you came here, babe."
    "I haven't," I slightly squeal with anticipation as I start to rub him a little faster.
    Maverick quickly releases my hand and stands up. His legs come over the seat as he gets off the bike and faces me, grabbing my hips and pulling me off after him. We're chest to chest as he looks down at me with his hypnotizing blue eyes.
    I love blue eyes. It's always been one of my favorite things on a man. It might have to do with the fact that I have blue eyes, too. I don't really know. What I do know is that my eyes are a greenish-blue while Maverick's eyes are a piercing, cloudy blue. A blue I want to get lost in while he fucks me bareback.
    He reaches up to palm my cheek as his lips come down to gently brush against mine. "What's your name, darling? I need to know what I should be calling out when I come."
    What's my name? Should I give him my real name? No. Melanie is too innocent sounding for this biker badass. Plus, he's probably used to fucking girls with names like