تسجيل الدخولLILARyan’s eyes stayed cold, shuttered, the same distant look he always wore. But he stripped—T-shirt first, then jeans shoved all the way down and kicked off, boots still on. He was completely naked on the motorcycle now, hard cock jutting up against his stomach, the thick length still wet from my mouth and my pussy. The sight of him bare in the open air, with the reception only a short distance away, made another rush of wetness drip down my thighs.“Get back on it.”I straddled him again, facing forward this time so my back was to his chest, and sank down in one long, slow slide. We both groaned—quiet, restrained—because the voices were closer now. He filled me completely. My bare ass settled against his bare thighs. His hands came around and cupped my breasts, pinching the nipples while he started thrusting up into me again, hard and deep.The wet slap of skin on skin was quiet but filthy. Every time he bottomed out I felt it in my stomach. Every time he pulled back the head drag
LILA“Keep riding it.”Ryan’s voice was low and rough against my ear, the words vibrating through me as the motorcycle hummed between my spread thighs. We were still moving. The side road blurred past in green streaks. My bare pussy was already stretched around the thick, hard length of his cock, every bump and turn grinding him deeper inside me while the wind whipped the short black dress up around my waist.I had asked for this.After the second orgasm on his fingers I’d twisted in the seat, heart hammering, and told him I wanted him inside me while the bike was still moving. He hadn’t argued. He’d simply shoved his jeans down just far enough, lined the swollen head up with my dripping entrance, and told me to sink down. Now I was fully seated, back pressed to his chest, thighs locked over the tank, every vibration of the engine traveling straight through the place where we were joined.“Ryan—fuck—”“Quiet. Ride.”His hands stayed locked on my hips, guiding the slow, filthy rise and
LILA“Put it back in your mouth. Keep sucking while I play with this dripping little cunt.”I obeyed. I leaned forward again, took his cock deep, and moaned around the thick length while his fingers curled inside me and found that sensitive spot. He rubbed it in tight circles. My hips jerked. Another orgasm started building fast, low and sharp.Ryan’s free hand stayed in my hair, guiding my mouth up and down his cock in long, wet strokes. Every time I took him to the back of my throat he groaned under his breath—quiet, almost reluctant, like he still hated that I could pull those sounds out of him.“You’re soaked,” he muttered against my breast when he switched back to sucking my nipples. “Dripping all over the fucking bike. All over my hand. You came on my fingers while we were still moving and now you’re about to come again with my cock in your mouth.”I whimpered around him. My thighs shook. His fingers thrust harder, faster, the wet sound filthy and loud in the quiet woods.“Come.
“Get off the tank. Turn around. Face me.”Ryan’s voice was low and rough against the back of my neck, the first full sentence he’d given me since ordering me onto the bike. His hands stayed locked on my hips, holding me in place while the engine ticked and the woods pressed in around the secluded clearing.I swallowed hard. My pussy was still throbbing from the orgasm he’d forced out of me with his fingers, slick and swollen and dripping onto the warm metal. The short black dress was bunched around my waist. Cool air kissed every bare, wet inch of me.“Ryan—”“Now.”One word. Flat. Final. The same tone he’d used in the storage bathroom when he told me to get out while his fist was still wrapped around that thick, glistening cock.I swung my leg over carefully, thighs trembling, and turned on the seat until I was straddling the tank the opposite way—facing him. My bare knees pressed against the outside of his thighs. The dress stayed hiked up, leaving my soaked pussy completely exposed
LILAAnother bump. My clit dragged hard across the warm metal. A sharp, bright spark of pleasure shot up my spine and I cried out, hips jerking involuntarily. The movement made my bare ass grind down harder on his cock. Ryan’s breath left him in a low, rough exhale against the back of my neck—the first real sound he’d made since ordering me onto the bike.His hand on my thigh tightened. Then it slid higher. “You wore nothing?” Fingers brushed the soft, wet lips of my pussy.I froze. The bike kept moving. Wind kept lifting the dress. “I didn’t… couldn’t find anything-g.”He quickly withdrew his hands from my wet, aching pussy. “We shouldn’t.”“Please, keep going.” I begged.“We are family.” He groaned like he hated himself for saying that aloud.“Step-family.” I nearly cried. I swear! I have no idea what the fuck was wrong with me. I grabbed his fingers and shamelessly returned it to my pussy.“Okay. It’s mutual then. Besides, it’s just touching.” His fingers stayed right there, the t
LILA“Get on.”Ryan’s voice was flat, almost bored, the same tone he’d used when he told me to get out of the storage bathroom. He still wasn’t looking at me. One hand rested on the throttle, the other held the second helmet out like it was an afterthought.I stood frozen beside the bike, the short black dress already riding higher on my thighs from the faint breeze. The cool air kissed the bare lips of my pussy every time the fabric shifted. My nipples ached against the thin stretch material, still tight from the memory of his fist sliding over that thick, wet cock while he moaned my name.“I—” My voice cracked. “I’ll sit behind.”He didn’t answer. Didn’t even glance my way. He simply waited, engine idling low and steady, the same way he always waited when he was forced to share space with me—silent, distant, treating me like I was already gone.I tried again, softer. “I can hold onto the seat. Or the back. I don’t need to—”“Front.”One word. Flat. Final.My stomach dropped. Heat fl







