Like a statue

“Yes, Nick.”

“Good girl, Red. Now let’s see if your pussy is wet, or not.” Jacket still held tight in his grasp; Nick’s free hand snaked around MJ’s hip to gently caress her taut stomach. Her chest was at its fullest as MJ held her breath as the seconds ticked by. A passerby would probably think Nick was abusing, or even **** her right now, but she hadn’t uttered a hint of disapproval since he suggested the bet.

Reaching between her legs, he bent further over her, while pulling more forcefully back on the stretched windbreaker, twisting it one more time, pushing her slightly forward on the saddle, so her ass was left clinging to it. MJ actually felt some relief as she could stand a bit firmer. However, MJ didn’t think about it and could still probably breathe if she tried, but only if she pushed her entire body snugger to Nick’s, still she didn’t dare move a muscle. Not due to fear of Nick, no she understood she only feared disappointing him, not fully pleasing him.

Just like she wanted to fully please Craig and return his love with love, his devotion with devotion, his addiction with addiction. She wanted to return Nick’s lust with lust, his depravity with depravity but his dominance with submission. She knew but couldn’t fathom why she acted this way. Was it just for a giant cock, the anticipation of a giant cock. Maybe, but this was turning into something else entirely. Probably because of what Nick demanded, submission. Craig had craved her body, her love, her devotion, but Nick only demanded she submit on his whim and hers. Craig wanted to lock her up, with him cutting her from others. Nick allowed her freedom and a place to hide from freedom. She knew what Nick wanted and she realized she was more than happy to give it to him.

His fingers didn’t reach directly for her pussy but ran traces up and down her inner thighs all the while watching her face and listening to her breathing.

“Please, Nick.” MJ whispered.

“Please, what Red?” MJ could hear faint amusement in his voice.

“Please, touch my pussy, I need it.” MJ begged.

“You need me to touch your pussy.” A now more forceful Nick questioned.

“God, yes. Please, I’m begging you.” MJ whispered.

“Good girl, Red. But how?”

Smacking his lips in anticipation, Nick finally brought his hand down to MJ’s mound and cupped it, feeling the drenched fabric.

“Is that enough, my Red slut.”

“No, inside.”

“Inside your shorts.” Nick said, playing dumb, wanting her to clearly state her needs, her wants. To explicitly ask him, no, beg him to do what he wanted.

“No, inside me, Nick, please.” MJ pleaded with desperation

Tauntingly Nick paused before running his index finger along the middle of her cunt saying, “So kinky, no panties. Inside your cunt?”

MJ continued to play the game, knowing what Nick wanted, “Yes, Nick, please.”

“Where Red? Say it.” Nick said with a growl, letting it reverberate through his sagging chest so she could feel it in her back.

“In my cunt, Nick, please Nick.” MJ mewed.

“Do I win the bet?”

“God, yes Nick. Please faster.”

“Inside whose cunt Red?”

“Mine, yours, ours. Please.” MJ was whining like a baby now, knowing the verbal game was over, for now.

When she answered, his hand reached the hem of her shorts and snuck inside, glacially moving over her neatly trimmed red bush to cup her mound, his ring finger curling to lightly rub her clit with his knuckle. Just as MJ was anticipating penetration and was dripping from the stimulation, she felt a tug cutting off her air, seconds passed as she began to run out of breath and Nick continued to rub her clit, her mouth tried to gasp searching for air, pushing as hard as she could into Nick, forming her body to his. Still, she couldn’t breathe. She could feel him growling into her, letting her know not to fight, not to move, that he was asserting complete control, complete dominance. Like a male lion grabbing its mate’s neck while mating.

Just as she was about to let go of the handlebar to fight for air, Nick released the tension to let her breathe, jamming two of his pudgy fingers straight into her. The suddenness of it all left MJ gasping in mid-complaint as her toes began to flex and her knuckles turned white on the handlebars. Quickly Nick curled and pumped, hitting her soft, rubbery G-spot over and over as Nick began to suck on her ear, his tongue tracing along its edges. As he hit her G-spot he continued to test her response by switching between hard thrusts, light taps, smooth circles, until he found a combination that seemed to unlock her body even more.

“Ohhh my god you are so good Nick, right there daddy. Right there.” MJ hissed between shallow breaths.

“Yes, rub my clit while you finger bang me, honey.”

“Your hands are magical, baby.” MJ was at a loss on what to call him and spouted whatever word she thought would please him.

Everything was in concert, as Nick smirked and let MJ babble. A quick nibble on her lobe was the final sensation to send her screaming in orgasm. Her knuckles clenched pale white, as she bucked back against Nick, nearly throwing them both to the ground.

Her jacket at some point thrown on the path by Nick as he brought his hand to her chest. She was held up by the one hand pumping in and out of her shorts and convulsing pussy. His other hand wrapped around her chest pushing under her sports bra, freeing her gloriously heaving chest. He switched back and forth between using his fingers to tweak her diamond cutting nipples and slapping down on her full breasts, turning them a light pink. This was simply prolonging her agony, extending her pleasure.

“My fucking god. I’m cumming, sir.”