Page 73 of Lulu

He didn’t stop me from lowering his zipper and reaching inside. As I pulled out his cock, I felt his hands undoing my pants, and then I lifted my butt off the seat so he could yank them down to my thighs. Without words we simultaneously rearranged ourselves. Brody leaned back in his seat and thrust his pelvis out, making his cock stand up and away from his body. I lifted my hips slightly and scooted forward, impaling myself on him.

“Oh, fuck, baby!” Brody’s guttural tone was music to my ears as he began to thrust.

I loved being filled by him. Loved feeling the weight, girth, and length of his cock taking up every inch of space in my pussy. I clenched around him, relishing his shudder as he groaned deeply, as I began to meet him thrust for thrust. His hands dropped to my hips.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, breathing hard.

I did what he asked, whimpering when my fingers came into contact with my sensitive clit. Was it possible to feeltoogood? Not when it was Brody fucking me into oblivion. We kissed and nibbled at each other’s lips while fucking like it was the end of the world, but not until we came first.

“Brody!” I whimpered against his mouth. My heart was pounding hard, and I knew that I was about to come undone. I could feel the hot rush spiraling from my core. One more brush against my clit with his hard cock and I buried my face into the side of his neck, crying out with a blinding, explosive orgasm. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” I panted weakly, before biting down on him during the uncontrolled movements of my body.

He grunted, and continued to fuck me fast and hard. I felt his cock swell and turn even harder, and then he was coming with a lion’s roar against my neck. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, releasing deep inside of me, so hard that I could feel the warm jets of his cum against my womb.

We stayed wrapped around each other for a long time, holding each other tightly, our hearts beating as one as our panting calmed into regular breaths and Brody gradually slipped out of me. I loved him. God, I loved him. And while part of me thought it was too soon, it’d been years in the making. Wasted years that we’d never get back. Where would we have been today if things had been different? I suddenly felt overwhelmed over a loss for something I’d never really had. Tears burned in my eyes, and I realized that I was getting emotional.

“You okay, Hellcat?”

The soft rasp of his voice soothed me instantly. I pulled myself together and snorted. “Are you?”

He huffed, “I’m getting too old for fucking beautiful women on my bike.”

“How many women have you fucked on your bike?”

“You really want to know?”

I thought for a moment, reminding myself that it was all in the past. “Yes.”

“One.”

One? I drew back to meet his eyes. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? I couldn’t help the smile from spreading across my face. It was too dark to fully see his expression, but woman’s intuition told me what I wanted to know.

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a lot about Brody that I didn’t know. “Just how old are you, anyway?”

“Thirty-seven.”

Seven years older than me. I laughed. “You have a lot of good years left for fucking women on your bike.” I thought about some of the things that I’d seen over the years at the club. Age had never stopped any of the men I’d been around when it came to fucking their women, wherever they wanted.

He grunted. “We going to spend the night here on my bike or head inside?”

“I’d love to spend a night out under the stars,” I admitted, surprising myself. A lost memory worked its way into my thoughts, one of my sister and I putting a tent up in the backyard and sleeping outside. We would stay awake half the night talking and laughing, snacking on grapes and pineapple when mom was around, tearing into the Oreo cookies we had stashed when she wasn’t.

“Babe? You got quiet.”

I lay my head against his chest with a sigh. “Just reminiscing.” My tone was a little sadder than I’d intended it to be.

His hand began to brush up and down my back, as if he recognized that I needed comfort. “About what?”

I told him.

“What was her name?”

“Blanche.”

He snorted.

“Yeah, I know, but mom named her after her best friend. We were only a year apart, so we were very close.”

“I’m sorry you lost them.”