“Oh, God,” she said. “That feels amazing.”
The shirt she wore protected her against the hard bark biting into her back. Gripping her ass, he slammed her down onto his cock, making her take every single inch. He tried to remind himself he needed to be gentle, easy with her.
Constance cried out his name and arched up toward him. “That feels so good. Please, Vengeance. I want more.”
She was like a woman straight out of a wet fucking dream. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her tight cunt squeezing his dick, he was in heaven, pure heaven. She kissed his lips and he rode her pussy as hard as he could against the tree with the chance of them being caught.
He didn’t fancy being thrown in a cell for indecent exposure or shit like that.
“You like that, babe? You like my dick inside you?”
“Yes, please, Vengeance. Fuck me.”
This wouldn’t be enough, but for now it would have to do.
“Touch your pussy. I want you to come all over my dick. Come on, Constance. Show me how much you want this.”
She whimpered, but her fingers began to stroke her clit. Looking down, he watched her touch herself. Her pussy tightened around him, pulsing with each wave of pleasure she was giving herself.
“Oh, my. Vengeance, I’m so close.”
“Then come, baby. Come on my cock, and I will hold you. Give me what I want.”
Constance screamed his name as she came, and it was such a beautiful thing to watch. Her pussy soaked his cock in cream, and he relished every single second of it. The pleasure, the feeling that he had just found the one woman for him. She had been a constant in his thoughts.
Holding her close, he waited for her release to be over before he found his own, driving inside her as deep as he could. Closing his eyes, he took possession of her lips, and when his release rushed through him, he quickly pulled out, and finished on her pussy.
The smile on her face shone brighter than anything he had ever seen before. He lowered her to the ground, and she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips against his.
“That was amazing.”
Her excitement was contagious.
Gripping her juicy ass, he knew he didn’t want to let her go, or for this day to end.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“If you love being out in the open and riding a biker, why haven’t you done it before?”
She pulled away, and he set her on her feet. She stared at him as if he was something foreign. “I have been living my life for other people.”
“You had a fiancé. Didn’t he want to take you out, show you off, be wild with you?” He was curious about her and wanted to get to know her. To understand her.
She stared at him. “My fiancé would have considered anything but staying at home dangerous, stupid, reckless, and I think primarily something a tramp or slut would do.”
Vengeance watched as she pulled on her jeans, not caring to clean away his seed, not that they had anything.
He pulled up his own jeans and stared at her. She ran fingers through her hair and sighed. “Did you even like your fiancé?”
“Yes, I did. I thought I loved him, but I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t the idea of not being alone that I loved. He was everything that my parents wanted, and I did want to make them happy.”
“What about yourself? Do you not get to make yourself happy?” he asked.
“This was supposed to be fun. Not to analyze why we do certain things. I really enjoyed this, can’t we just have that?”
She was running. He knew it, and she knew it.
Vengeance shrugged. “You know me. I’m the one you call for a good time.”
Something twisted in his gut though. Not because she wouldn’t talk to him about her problems, but because her running and denying the truth could have a whole different effect on herself.
There was a carelessness about her. She wanted to be free, but free from what exactly? There was no one left, and she spent many nights in her graveyard staring at the people that kept her grounded.
Something was going to snap inside her soon, and Vengeance hoped that he was there to catch her when she finally fell.
10
One week later
It had been a week since Constance had given herself to Vengeance, and she didn’t regret it. In fact, she wanted to do it again, wanted to see him, and let him make her feel alive.
It had been one of those experiences, one of those feelings that she didn’t ever want to forget, that she wanted to hold on to forever.
She finished arranging the flower assortment for a bridal shower and ran her fingers along the soft, white petals. Did she feel this soft to Vengeance? He felt hard to her, masculine, like how a man should feel to a woman. At least how she wanted a man to feel to her.