I was panting so loud that it filled the large room full of cars. I held on tighter to the handrail of the bike as he started to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

"I will have to fuck you so hard that you can only remember my name. Make sure that you only ever think about me." He growled, continuing to rut against me at an animalistic speed.

He entered me like he owned the place. Like he owned me. He was rising to my challenge and showing how much he possessed me.

Nothing had ever felt so perfect.

My mouth was desperate to part as tears filled my vision at the force of pleasure coursing through my body. Whimper and whimper left my o-shaped mouth at the sensation of his sex against mine.

Creaking noises came from the bike underneath me as I received the pressure from the giant's merciless thrusts. The whole mechanical machine shook underneath me as I held on firmly to the handlebars.

I breathed out his name in the form of a whine as the force exerting on my clit increased. His huge body pressed between my thighs as he filled me to the hilt. I screamed at the feeling of being impaled and feeling so connected to him.

The image of me naked on his bike while he was pounding into me roughly still fully clothed was enough to make me tip over the edge.

"Stone." I gasped and then I gasped even louder "Stone."

All I could think about was him. All I could think about was how perfect he felt inside of me.

My legs began to shake as my fourth orgasm rolled through me. My little legs that dangled off the edge of the motorbike wrapped around his waist so that I would not lose feeling in them.

Every time he touched me, it was like he was doing it for the first time. Every time he looked at me, it was like it was the first of him seeing me. It was almost as if he was just grateful, I was there.

His hands moved to my hips and moved my body so that I was now sitting up. He continued to go at a vicious pace while never letting his gaze drop from my face.

As well as legs wrapped around him, I moved my hands around the back of his neck and held onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

"Nobody can hear us." He grunted, moving the skull-tattooed hand to cup my jaw "Scream for me, baby."

I did. Until my throat went sore.

The skull covered hand brushed hair behind my ear that had stuck to my face as more wetness coated the most sensitive part of me.

He held me as I came apart in his arms.