Hell's Angel
She grinned, sneaking out of her daddy's house. She knew he'd be waiting for her. He was always waiting for her. She ran down the dirt driveway, her sundress flowing around her, and found him waiting by the gate, his leather jacket and motorcycle, a cigarette hanging from his lips. She walked over and climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "Hey baby," she whispered as he flicked his cigarette into the ditch.
"Ready?" he asked, looking back at her over his shoulder. She grinned and nodded, a jolt of thrill going through her as he started the powerful engine they were sitting on. He pulled away from the driveway and drove out to the pond a mile up the road. It was their secret place; they were the only ones there when he pulled up like always, the full moon reflecting off the dark glassy water through the circle of trees, the stars looking like a million little diamonds. She waited until he kicked the stand down before slipping under his arm and swinging her body around so she was straddling his lap.
"I want to try something new," she whispered, playing with the sewed on angel wings on his back.
He smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tighter against him. She mewled softly and rocked her hips. "What's that?" he asked, growling as she ground down against his cock.
She looked up into his blue diamond eyes. "I want you to fuck me, right here, on this bike." He groaned into the crook of her neck and looked at her.
"Kinky little thing," he muttered, pulling her dress around her hips. When he discovered she wasn't wearing anything underneath his eyes rolled as he bit his lip. "Kinky and fuckin' dirty." He gently eased her back so she was resting against the handle bars and ran his fingers over her. Beth moaned, letting her head fall back as he parted her slick lips with his fingers, expertly finding her clit and rolling it in tightly little circles. She rolled her hips, grinding herself onto his hand as he drove her closer to orgasm. He always knew the right buttons to push with her. She heard him ease his zipper down and licked her lips as she watched him pull his hard cock from his jeans and pump it in his hand.
"Daryl, I need you," she whined, sitting up. He kept the bike steady, making sure they didn't fall over. She was going to have to do all of the work here. She eased herself onto his cock and moaned as she sank down him, letting him fill and stretch her in the best ways. He growled and reached around her, gripping the handle bars. "Fuck you feel so good," she moaned, holding onto his shoulders as she started to ride him. Sex with Daryl was always mind blowing.
"Fuck Beth," he ground out as she clenched around him, moving her hips faster. "Not gonna last long, never do with you." He buried his head in her neck kissing and biting as she rode him.
"Talk to me," she whispered. "Love hearing you talk."
He smirked against her skin. "You're fuckin' dirty, always hot and needy for my big dick." He growled as she tightened around him. Oh yeah, his little angel loved it when he talked dirty. She always came the hardest when he was whispering filth into her ear. "Fuckin' slut for it, but you're my little slut." She cried out, throwing her head back as she slammed her hips against his. "You're gonna come for me, ain't ya?" he asked through gritted teeth as she clenched and contracted around him. "Oh yeah, she was close. "Gonna cream all over my dick, ain't ya. Let me feel it baby girl."
She gasped and came hard, squeezing him in the best way. He grunted, his hands tightening around the handlebars as he came, spilling deep inside of her. She rested her forehead against his shoulder as she slowly came down from her high. "I love you," she whispered into the stillness of the night.
"Love you too angel." After they'd cooled off in the pond and made love in the water, he was driving her home, loving the way she was pressed up against his back. She was an angel alright, but she was hell's angel.