Vengeance didn’t have a fucking clue what was happening to him, not one clue. One minute he was going through life feeling like he was hitting a brick wall. Then one stumble into a graveyard, and now here he was, kissing Constance.

Her lips were so soft as he slid his tongue across her mouth, and she released a little gasp, allowing him to delve into her mouth. She stroked her tongue across his, and he held her tightly, needing something hard to press her against. Spotting a tree past her shoulder, he moved her so that he had her against it. Taking hold of her hands, he locked their fingers together and held them above her head as he ravished her mouth.

Biting her lip as he pulled away, he stared into her eyes. She was on fire for him.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

She licked her lips, and her gaze landed on his mouth.

“I want you to be with me.” She gasped. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Is that what you want?”

She nodded. “Yes, it’s what I want. I want you.” She was shaking. “I’ve never been so wanton before, but this feels so… right.”

He glanced back at his bike and was about to lead her back, when she held him close to her again. “No. I don’t want you to go back there. I want us to do it here and now.”

“Anyone could stop and see.”

“I don’t care. I need you, Vengeance. If we go, I will find a reason for this not to happen. I want you. Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Then take me.”

The tree provided them with enough shade, and he moved her so they had a little more privacy. Once he got started he didn’t want a reason to stop. Something told him her pussy was going to be fucking perfection and that was exactly what he wanted.

Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes.

“Right here?” he asked.

“Right now. Come on, Vengeance, show me exactly what it’s like to be taken on a wild ride by a crazy ass biker.”

He chuckled, seeing the fire within her. How long had she been pretending? What kind of life had she been living?

Something told him that deep down inside, she had been acting a part all along.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked again.

Staring into her eyes, he waited to see if she would still demand or if she would back away. The smile in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

“I want you to fuck me, Vengeance. I want you to make sure I never forget what we’re doing. I want to be able to feel you for days to come. I know I shouldn’t be asking stuff like this, but I can’t help it. I need it. For once in my life, I want something that I shouldn’t. There’s no one to stop me from wanting it.”

He stroked her cheek, seeing so much inside her eyes.

She had been in prison in a life that had demanded she conform, and he wasn’t going to let her feel like that anymore. Not on his watch.

Slamming his lips down on hers, he attacked her pants, releasing the button and then the zipper. She took over, shoving them down her thighs until she stepped out of them, along with her panties.

Constance grasped his head and pulled him down, kissing him, deepening the kiss.

“I’ve never done anything like this before, never felt so free,” she said.

Opening the button of his jeans, he eased them down, pulling out his erect cock. The tip was already leaking pre-cum. He’d prefer to have her on a warm bed, but his woman wanted him now.

His woman?

Yes, she was all his.

Grabbing Constance’s ass, he lifted her up, and then, guiding his cock to her heat, he looked down, watching. “Hold my cock. Put it inside you.”

She reached down, taking his dick, and he eased right inside her tight cunt. With every inch that he slid inside her, she moaned his name.

“Oh, God,” she said. “That feels amazing.”

The shirt she wore protected her against the hard bark biting into her back. Gripping her ass, he slammed her down onto his cock, making her take every single inch. He tried to remind himself he needed to be gentle, easy with her.

Constance cried out his name and arched up toward him. “That feels so good. Please, Vengeance. I want more.”

She was like a woman straight out of a wet fucking dream. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her tight cunt squeezing his dick, he was in heaven, pure heaven. She kissed his lips and he rode her pussy as hard as he could against the tree with the chance of them being caught.

He didn’t fancy being thrown in a cell for indecent exposure or shit like that.

“You like that, babe? You like my dick inside you?”

“Yes, please, Vengeance. Fuck me.”

This wouldn’t be enough, but for now it would have to do.

“Touch your pussy. I want you to come all over my dick. Come on, Constance. Show me how much you want this.”

She whimpered, but her fingers began to stroke her clit. Looking down, he watched her touch herself. Her pussy tightened around him, pulsing with each wave of pleasure she was giving herself.

“Oh, my. Vengeance, I’m so close.”

“Then come, baby. Come on my cock, and I will hold you. Give me what I want.”

Constance screamed his name as she came, and it was such a beautiful thing to watch. Her pussy soaked his cock in cream, and he relished every single second of it. The pleasure, the feeling that he had just found the one woman for him. She had been a constant in his thoughts.

Holding her close, he waited for her release to be over before he found his own, driving inside her as deep as he could. Closing his eyes, he took possession of her lips, and when his release rushed through him, he quickly pulled out, and finished on her pussy.

The smile on her face shone brighter than anything he had ever seen before. He lowered her to the ground, and she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips against his.

“That was amazing.”

Her excitement was contagious.

Gripping her juicy ass, he knew he didn’t want to let her go, or for this day to end.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“If you love being out in the open and riding a biker, why haven’t you done it before?”

She pulled away, and he set her on her feet. She stared at him as if he was something foreign. “I have been living my life for other people.”

“You had a fiancé. Didn’t he want to take you out, show you off, be wild with you?” He was curious about her and wanted to get to know her. To understand her.

She stared at him. “My fiancé would have considered anything but staying at home dangerous, stupid, reckless, and I think primarily something a tramp or slut would do.”

Vengeance watched as she pulled on her jeans, not caring to clean away his seed, not that they had anything.

He pulled up his own jeans and stared at her. She ran fingers through her hair and sighed. “Did you even like your fiancé?”

“Yes, I did. I thought I loved him, but I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t the idea of not being alone that I loved. He was everything that my parents wanted, and I did want to make them happy.”

“What about yourself? Do you not get to make yourself happy?” he asked.

“This was supposed to be fun. Not to analyze why we do certain things. I really enjoyed this, can’t we just have that?”

She was running. He knew it, and she knew it.

Vengeance shrugged. “You know me. I’m the one you call for a good time.”

Something twisted in his gut though. Not because she wouldn’t talk to him about her problems, but because her running and denying the truth could have a whole different effect on herself.

There was a carelessness about her. She wanted to be free, but free from what exactly? There was no one left, and she spent many nights in her graveyard staring at the people that kept her grounded.

Something was going to snap inside her soon, and Vengeance hoped that he was there to catch her when she finally fell.