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Plunging deep, I rode him hard, bouncing up and down faster and faster. Need burned low and the need to come filled me.

“Fuck,” Dare barked, and dug his fingers into my hips, setting a driving pace that stole my breath.

“Coming.” I leaned back, needing something.

With hand to my back, he jacked up into me, over and over. I met him, giving as good as he gave. Then I crashed, falling apart in my orgasm. He pumped through my spasms with a feral set to his face.

“Fuck me.” I moved forward and grasped his shoulders, letting him move a bit farther into me.

“That’s it, Red. Give me all your tight pussy.” He thrust once and twice then he shivered as he exploded inside me, sending me off again. I bit his shoulder and held on as the pleasure ripped through us, just like always. No one had ever made me come as hard or as often—I was addicted.

Eventually I moved off him, taking the condom and heading to my bathroom for a quick clean-up. I sashayed into the room, my skirt down and no top, since I’d left it discarded on the floor along with my lacy black bra.

As I fastened the bra, Dare moved behind me. “Ready for the balls?” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll insert them.” He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth.

I nodded. “I’ll try anything once...with you.”

He retrieved the Ben-Wa balls from my dresser. “Sit in the chair.”

I complied, then he dropped to his knees, propping my legs apart over his shoulders.

“Stunning pussy drives me insane every time.” His lips were inches from my folds, so close I could feel his breath when he spoke. Kissing those lips, he slid his tongue between them.

“Dare,” I squeaked with a death-hold on the arms of the chair.

“Sweet clover and salt—that’s what you taste like.”

His words affected me on a primal level. I growled deep in my throat. “Feels divine.”

He drew his lips away and plunged into me, stroking my already swollen sex. “Nothing better than a well-fucked woman.” A cold, hard pressure replaced his finger.

I wiggled, unable to hold still. He grinned and popped the second one into me, pushing both up right over that most sensitive ridge inside me. I was in trouble, more than trouble, but I was too satisfied to care, later I could work up some worry.

Prickles of lust tickled me with only a tiny shift. What an interesting night ahead of me. I stood and braced myself on Dare, who laughed at the expression on my face. When I walked, the balls rolled, arousing my already sensitized pussy.

“We can remove them,” Dare said from behind me.

I shook my head. “I’ll adjust, and you promised to take care of me. I’m holding you to that.”

He laughed and caught up to me. “Ready to ride?”

I wanted to shake and wiggle trying to find some place where the balls didn’t distract me.

“Let’s go.” I shook my ass.

Dare snorted. “That help? ’Cause damn—”

“Shut it.” I stormed out of my bedroom and out my door.

Not even these balls would distract me from my very first ride on the back of Dare’s bike. I’d waited for this, wanting this, and provided the balls didn’t make me fall off his damn bike, I planned to savor every minute of our ride. Out front, he handed me a helmet and strapped his on. Before he got on his bike, he inspected my helmet, pulling on the strap to make sure it fit tight. We roared down Main with the wind in my face and sun beating down on us. My heart flew with the exhilaration of the ride, but the bike between my legs sent the glass balls inside me into a frantic dance. I clutched Dare tighter, rubbing my breasts into his back. Electric jolts bounced through me too fast to recover.

His muscles tightened as I rocked into him. Leaning my cheek on his back, I surrendered as the shudders racked me. My hips moved into Dare’s back, giving sweet relief when my clit hit something. Panting, lost in the sweet torture. I prayed for it to end and wished it’d last forever. Dare hit a bump as he turned, and I came apart, a climax shattering me. He stopped the bike, but I only squeezed into him, praying he didn’t move.

Once I could move again, I released the death grip on his black leather cut. He swung off his bike and yanked me into his arms. His mouth fucked mine. His tongue pushing in and out in fast strokes. I pushed my hips into his. I moaned into his mouth, unable to help myself. My hands went to his buttons needing to free him. His hands stilled mine

“You’re on fire, Red. I promise to burn with you.” He unbuckled my helmet and swept me up in his arms.

We were in a back door by the club and in a room in seconds.

“Fuck me.” I clawed at his pants.

“You are so gone, baby. Let me.” He pushed me onto the bed and freed himself. “Only got a few minutes.”