Midnight Motorcycle Mamma (Flash Fiction)

For Kate Valentine's Unleash Creativity Flash Fiction Friday - Forbidden Fruit

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🔞 18+ ⎹ NSFW ⎹ Enemies to Fucking ⎹ Fucking the Neighbor ⎹ Outdoor Sex ⎹ Cheating ⎹ Rage Fuck ⎹ Cream Pie ⎹ No Aftercare ⎹ Motorcycle Maintenance

The old Harley’s engine roared and yanked me out of the best fucking dream I’ve had in months. My eyes shot to the clock: eleven-eleven.

‘Fucking cunt!’

I rolled out of bed and headed to the open window.

There she was—the usual black yoga pants hugging her thick, round ass, a tight black concert tee from some band she probably couldn’t name a single song from. She killed the engine of her piece-of-shit hog and wiped the sweat from her brow.

‘It’s fucking late, cunt! People with jobs are trying to sleep.’

Her head swung around and she laughed.

‘Suck a dick, asshole,’ she shot back.

I hated myself for how hard my cock was already. I can’t stand this bitch, but there’s no denying what a tease she is—shaking that fat ass while she bends over her eternally busted bike.

‘Just shut the fuck up and roll that piece of garbage back in the garage,’ I shouted, feeling the pre-cum beading on my tip as the thick summer air pressed in through the open window.

She stared up at me, a cocky smile blooming across her face. The silence was palpable, the only sound was coming from the buzz of the flood light illuminating the driveway.

She pulled her shirt over her head revealing a stained white sports bra, her long auburn hair catching in the neck.

Balling it up, she wiped the sweat from her chest.

‘Drag your ass out here and make me, fuck stick!’

That did it.

I flung the door open and charged toward her, guns blazing.

‘Bitch, where’s your useless boyfriend? Maybe he can fix this. You obviously can’t.’ I said, baiting her.

He worked the early shift, so I knew he was asleep inside.

Her face flushed with anger.

‘Fuck you,’ she spat.

‘You’d probably like it too much,’ I said laughing.

‘You couldn’t handle me on a good day.’

She glanced at the bulge in my boxers and smiled. ‘Sure looks like you want to give it a try, though, fucking perv.’

I stepped closer, so close I could smell the grease and sweat on her skin. Her chest heaved, I could taste her anger in the air between us, but there was something else there too.

The mix of hate and lust was dripping from us like sweat. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer.

‘Let go of me,’ she growled low, almost a whisper, but didn’t flinch or pull away.

‘You don’t want that,’ I said, ‘you’ve wanted this for months. Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll go back inside.’

A soft, skeptical breath escaped through her nostrils, but she didn’t move. Didn’t say a word.

The tense moment was shattered when our lips crashed together—a wet swirl of tongue and teeth. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of my boxers and pulled my cock free, slick with the humid air and my arousal. I spun her around by her hips and bent her over the seat of her Harley, ripping her leggings down around her ankles. Her slick was dripping down her thighs as she spread open for me.

Grabbing hold of her pale cheeks, I thrust into her hard and her feral moans echoed in the darkness. I slapped my hands over her mouth and pulled back, recklessly fucking into her drenched cunt. The bike shook and rocked with each brutal thrust. Her muffled screams slicked my palms, causing me to lose my grip. I reached under her and traced rough circles around her throbbing clit.

Her knees buckled as she broke, her own hands clamped over her mouth now, face pressed against the Harley’s patched leather seat.

She clenched around my cock like a vice and I exploded inside of her, growling as I filled her pussy with cum and all the months of pent up anger and lust.

Overflowing with my seed and panting, gripping the bike to keep from collapsing, she looked back at me, her face full of awe and longing.

I tucked my cock, still filthy with her cream, back into my boxers, went back inside, and turned off the outside light.

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