Fantasy Boyfriend (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) by Vanessa Stone Page B

Before I realized it, he had both hands on my breasts, his erection
pressed against my pubis. He kissed me, his lips hot and moist on my own, and
then he pulled slightly away. I groaned in protest until I felt his hands push
up my t-shirt and bra. His lips and tongue suckled first one nipple, then the
other. My back pressed hard against the tree, but I didn’t mind. Then, to my
vast surprise, he suddenly lifted his head, found my mouth again, and lifted me
off the ground.
    The next instant, he was inside me, his hard length
filling me, his breath coming harsh as he froze for a moment. I couldn't
believe how strong he was. Desire overwhelmed me and I wrapped my legs around
his hips. He held me pressed against a tree while he began to shove his penis
deeper, but not too fast. I had never had sex like this, and it was the most
amazing experience. My position and his strength allowed him to plunge deeply
upward, deep inside me, my pubis pressing against his. His mouth was
everywhere, on my lips, then my ear lobes, then at the crook of my neck. Before
he knew it, I felt the waves of ecstasy overcome me. Quicker than I thought
possible, I reached my pinnacle and nearly screamed out my orgasm.
    He kept going. Panting, every nerve in my body
thrumming with waves of pleasure, I tried to catch my breath, my arms clutched
around his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. One of my legs dropped from
around his waist, and he crouched down slightly, allowing me to slide back down
the tree while I gasped for breath on shaky legs, every vein in my body
drumming with passion and excitement. I had not even caught my breath when he abruptly
pulled out of me, turned me around, and told me to hang onto the tree. I did,
wondering-
    The next thing I knew, he was entering me from behind.
Oh God. I was leaning slightly forward at the hips, my arms outstretched in
front of me and grasping the rough bark of the tree while he placed his hands
on either side of my hips and continued to pump steadily. One hand relinquished
its grip on my hip and reached upward underneath my shirt to cradle my breast. His
fingers began to tease and play with my nipple, gently squeezing, twisting, and
caressing until both my nipples were as hard as pebbles. My breath came in
harsh gasps as once again I felt the upward wave and surge of an orgasm coming.
I couldn't believe it. He seemed to sense my ecstasy and pumped harder, faster,
and deeper. Then, to my amazement, I experienced a second orgasm. That had
never happened before. Just as the drubbing sensations began to ease somewhat,
he pulled out. I almost moaned in disappointment, but then felt his semen
squirting against my lower back, hot streams of fluid that offered him the
release I had just experienced.
    "Oh my God, oh my God," I gasped, riding the
waves of ecstasy until every nerve in my body seemed to be attuned to his
presence.
    "Oh my God is right," he finally gasped.

 

Chapter 8
    To say that I had never had sex like that was an
understatement. My body felt like a bowl full of Jell-O as we return to the
motorcycle and prepared for the ride home. Neither one of us said anything, but
I didn't mind. What kind of a comment could someone make after mind-blowing sex
like that?
    I climbed on the bike behind Luke, leaning my body
against his back, my helmet resting against him the entire ride home. My hands
were wrapped around his waist, relishing his warmth, his strength, his solid
form. By the time we got back to my building, I was so relaxed I could've
fallen asleep. As the bike pulled up to the curb and rumbled to a stop, he sat upright
and removed his helmet. I quickly did the same and climbed off, standing near
the back end while he once again climbed off the bike and attached my
motorcycle helmet to the locking mechanism near the seat. His helmet rested on
the place that I had just vacated. He stared down at me, his eyes searching
mine, a strange expression on his face.
    "What's the matter?" I asked. He