As she pushed the door to the bathroom open, I followed, wrapping my arms around her. “I need you, Remi.”
Remi turned and stole whatever I was about to say right out of my mouth with her tongue. As she subdued me with a kiss. Her hands worked my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slipped inside to grab my hard cock.
I was so stiff I knew she could feel my cock jumping in her hand as she ran her fingers down the length of my dick. Remi was ravenous, and I’d never seen her like this. Maybe it was the freedom of the ride that got to her. Perhaps it was the vibrations of my bike. I didn’t give a fuck because my baby was just as hungry as I was.
I didn’t stop her when she pushed my pants down, giving her greater access to my cock. While she stroked me with one hand, I removed her jeans, lowering them, and shoved her panties to one side. I could feel that they were soaked as I slipped a finger between her lips to see that she was, indeed, dripping with need.
She was driving me crazy as she pumped my cock with her soft hand. I needed to get control before I came all over myself. Removing my fingers from her juicy cunt, I flipped her around and placed her hands on the sink before her.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, baby.”
“Please,” she moaned, arching her back, showing me her pussy slick with need.
I slipped my finger between her lips and moaned as I felt how wet she was.
Gripping my hard cock, I didn’t wait as I pushed my dick between her moist lips, shoving my way inside of her tight, wet pussy. Her breath rushed out of her with a satisfied sigh as I gripped her hips and began to thrust vigorously in and out of her.
I kept pumping in and out, in and out, picking up speed, increasing my rhythm. She was so fucking tight, gripping my cock like a vise, I wanted to cry. I would never get enough of this woman. Her willingness, eagerness to be fucked hard anywhere and time.
She was made for me.
She was perfect.
My thrusts became deeper and harder as she raced to keep up. I buried my head in her neck and sucked at her tender skin to muffle my moan as her walls clamped tightly around my cock as Remi screamed out her orgasm. She was veracious, and I couldn’t stop myself as I pumped furiously cumming inside her at the same time.
Never in my life had I ever come so fast as I gasped for air, my dick stick pulsing inside her as my cum coated her walls and dripped down her leg. I wanted her again, to devour her, but now was not the time. Today wasn’t about me. I wanted Remi to experience what I did on my bike. I wanted her to enjoy the freedom of it all—the wild abandonment of worries that marred her lately. Today was for her.
Carefully slipping out of her, I pulled up my pants and righted myself as she did the same. I loved seeing the dreamy ecstasy on her face after a good fuck, though I still wished It lasted a bit longer.
With a satisfied grin, she said, “What do you want to show me now?”
Laughing, I hugged her to me as we left the bathroom to find the others.
Over the next hour or so, I walked Remi around the area, showing her all the beautiful sites the area had to offer. Though it wasn’t the best of days for a hike, she enjoyed herself, and soon we were all heading back to the compound.
The sun had already set as we pulled onto the long dirt road that led to home, only to see off in the distance strobing lights and sirens. Revving my engine, I pushed my bike faster, eager to get home and find out what the hell was going on.
I pulled into the compound to find it surrounded by local, state, and federal agents, walking around as if they owned the place. Quickly shutting off my bike, I hopped off and ordered Grimm to not leave Remi’s side for anything. The tall mute man nodded, picked Remi up, and placed her on the back of his bike, waiting for a sign to get the hell out of dodge fast. I had to give it to Grimm, though the man didn’t speak worth shit; he sure knew how to take charge.
“Reaper!” the local sheriff Brian said, coming towards him. “I tried calling you.”
“I took Remi for a ride.”
“I figured, anyway, they have a warrant. They’ve been searching the clubhouse for over two hours now.”
“What are they looking for?”
“According to one of the FBI creeps, they got a tip that you are harboring women and are working for a known sex trafficker.”
“What the fuck,” I growled. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
“I know, but man, they found your stash of guns. They’ve called in the ATF.”
“We have permits for every single one of them. They are on file with you at the sheriff’s station.”
“I know that, and I’ve already sent my deputy to get them copies. Look, Reaper, whatever is going on, they are looking for more than women and guns. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you have a nark.”
“Fuck.” I stared as several agents carried boxes out of my clubhouse. I wasn’t too worried about what they were taking. The documents that mattered would never be found, but still, the thought of having them in my house bugged the shit out of me.