Page 263 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Yes?”

“Take my cock out of my jeans.”

“What?” she asks.

“I said, take my cock out of my jeans.”

“Why?!”

“Do it.”

She hesitates for a moment, but then I feel her unwinding one of her arms and carefully sliding it between us while she has a death grip with the other one on my neck.

I’ve been hard since the moment she climbed onto this bike, and the fact that with every bump we go over has her rubbing against my erection isn’t helping.

Actually, this is exactly what I had planned.

It takes her a moment, but she manages to get my cock out of my jeans.

My attention is on the road, but as she wraps her hand around my shaft, giving it a stroke, my brain goes offline fora moment.

“Fuck,” I snarl.

“What?” she asks. “Is this not what you wanted?”

“Not quite,” I shout.

“Then what?”

“Pull your panties to the side and put me inside you."

“You're joking, right?”

“Not even fucking close.” I groan as she strokes me again.

“We’re gonna fuck on your bike?” she shouts. “While you’re driving?”

“Yes,” I shout back.

“You really do have a death wish,” she says.

But she does as she’s told. It takes a second, but she adjusts her body, and my hand grips the handle bars wheel as my cock slides into her slick cunt.

It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes back as her heat wraps around me. So fucking warm and tight.

“Now what?” she asks, wrapping her arm back around my neck.

“Ride me, Lotus Flower. Make us both cum before we get to our destination.”

“I can’t move!” she yells. “We’ll crash.”

“Figure it out.”

Nola leans her head against my chest, her legs tightening around my waist.

She starts to roll her hips; it’s small and subtle, but it’s enough.

Between the vibrations of the bike, the fact that she’s pressed up against me, and that I’m buried inside her, it’s enough to make me cum.