Page 25 of Beautiful Unity

“Or this?” I plunged my finger inside and watched as her pussy swallowed me whole. Her walls clenched around me, already clamping down on my lone digit. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. Licking and sucking, I let Darcie ride my face as I devoured her pussy. I lapped up her wetness like a parched man, never able to get enough of her. Her body trembled around me, her orgasm crashing over and over as I plunged my fingers deep inside.

“Fuck, Brooks!” she cried, her back bowing as she clung to the bike. Pulling back, I smiled smugly as I stood and unzipped my pants. My cock was hard and weeping, ready to feel her perfect heaven wrapped around it.

Flipping her over, she laid across the seat of my bike and looked back at me with hunger in her eyes. “Take me, Brooks. Let my cum cover your seat so much that I’ll always be a part of it.”

Groaning, I smoothed my hands over her ass and spread her cheeks. Her pussy glistened, primed, and ready for me. Nudging the tip of my cock in, I held onto her hips as I slid the rest of the way in. We were both panting hard by the time I was fully seated.

“This is hotter than I imagined,” she moaned.

I agreed. It would be hard to ride without a boner from here on out.

Darcie wiggled her hips back, urging me to move. Gripping her to me, I withdrew and plunged back in a quick thrust. From there, instinct took over, and my body controlled my movements as I chased my orgasm. Sensations overwhelmed me; everything heightened as the sounds of the outdoors and the vision of Darcie spread out over my bike, with fireflies, filled my view.

It was the most perfect view.

Darcie moaned, her pleas nonsensical as she clung to my bike. It rocked with my movement, and I prayed it wouldn’t fall over before I came. A second later, Darcie clenched around me and set my orgasm off with the feeling of her pussy milking my cock. I stumbled forward, bracing my hands on the bike to steady it.

“Hot damn, Cowboy. That was…wow…yeah…it was… pfft.” She blew out air, giggling as the endorphins overwhelmed her.

I slowly pulled out and steadied her. Darcie sighed into my arms, letting me lift her off my seat so I could grab something to clean us up. Once I had us both clean, I helped her re-dress.

“Sit with me for a while?” she asked.

Holding out my hand, I pulled her into my lap and wrapped my arms around her. The two of us sat there in the quiet meadow, the fireflies and the sounds of the wilderness the backdrop to our beautiful moment. We didn’t need to talk, so I held her, loving having this time with her.

I knew we needed to get back when it started to get darker. Waylon would bust my balls if we got stranded. “Time to head back, Darcie.”

“All right,” she sighed.

The drive back was just as quiet, and the two of us were comfortable in it together. We stopped and grabbed burgers before returning to the motel. The parking lot was a little fuller when we pulled up, and there were a few motorcycles I didn’t recognize. Pulling around to the back, I tugged out my phone and saw a few messages from Waylon.

Waylon: When are you headed back?

Waylon: We have a visitor.

Brooks: Sorry, I just saw this. We just got here.

Brooks: Is it safe?

Waylon: For you, yes. The rest is to be determined.

With that cryptic message, I locked up our helmets, pulled a hat low on Darcie’s head, and draped my arm over her shoulders as we headed to our room.

“Everything okay?” she asked, eyeing me cautiously.

“I think so. We have a visitor.”

She bit her lip but straightened her shoulders and lifted her head. The door swung open before I could unlock it, and a man I didn’t know stood in the middle. Darcie froze.

“Dad?”

Diary #8

Dad,

I wasn’t prepared.

I thought I was…but I’m not sure anything can prepare you in the end.