Alyssa

I follow King to his black and blue Harley, already regretting my eagerness. I just wanted the pleasure he offered me, not the ride on his roaring death trap.

Damn King and his filthy promises.

"Can't you just eat me out and fuck me right here?" I ask, my voice betraying a hint of nerves. "Maybe pretend we went on a ride?"

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head slowly. "No can do, kitten. Even if no one else knows, I'll know my ol' lady didn't ride with me on ...