The Biker
Chapter 1
Jack
The warm Florida sun rose over the Atlantic exposing the Daytona Beach shoreline and all its trimmings. The ocean's epic struggle between night and day became more pronounced as she clawed her way to high tide, extending her wet footprint over the sandy shore. As the moon slowly relented control and disappeared, Jack stirs silently as the fog of sleep erodes.
The ceiling fan rotated at a steady RPM creating the sound like a hifi needle reaching its journey's conclusion across the face of an old LP. As his senses slowly came online, the scent of her dark black hair possessed him in familiar ways.
The warm feeling of her gorgeous body resting in the rightful place under his arm, her head on his chest, engulfed him completely. For no other reason than his desire to enjoy her sheer beauty, his hand softly slides from her lower back to her sweet, gorgeous ass causing his eyes to lose a bit of focus as well as delivering an endorphin overload that floods his operating system.
Knowing her day ahead is packed with the chores associated with being the CEO of a fortune 500 corporation, and that her complete staff will be in the resort for the conference, he will not allow himself the luxury of keeping her all to himself just this once.
It had been about two months since he last saw her. Due to her arrival late last night Jack was tempted, especially since she crept in quietly at some point while Jack slept. He was highly delighted to wake and find her snuggled up to him this morning.
As he attempts to slip away, Layla stirs, murmuring those sweet little moans and whimpers which essentially say: "Stay Jack, I'm in the most delicious rem cycle and I never want it to end!" Her fingers press against his chest and her top leg grips him vice like while she slides her arched foot up and down his calf. The electrical shiver sent up his spine causes him to reconsider.
Knowing "she" has a big day ahead of her, he gently kisses her forehead and slips away, crossing the cold marble floor and into the cavernous bath. He enters the large shower stall, one larger than most complete bathrooms, and turns on the multi head system.
The room fills with steam as Jack washes away the previous day's events, kick-starting the next 24-hour cycle that is his daily life. Standing exposed to the steam and hot water spray, he fails to detect the shower door creek open and close.
The silky predator stalks her prey with the intent of sensually devouring him! The intruder's planned attack worked to perfection, at least temporarily. Layla's hands slid around her victim's waist quickly, grasping for his handhold but in her haste, she missed her mark.
The intended victim wheeled around swiftly, countering the attacker by sweeping one arm under her left leg, his other around her rib cage, lifting her off the floor swiftly, and pulling her close to mitigate any flailing attempts at retaliation.
The attacker lets out a squeal which the victim cuts off by planting his lips firmly against hers. He further silences her by sensually sliding his tongue between her lips, modulating her squeals into sweet silky moans. Pinning her against the glass shower wall, his hard cock slides between her slippery inner thighs. Slowly, he relaxes his grip, and enjoys the feeling of her wet gash settling onto his rigid shaft. Her phat lips divide and cocoon his throbbing manhood.
Layla's legs stop flailing and firmly wrap around his waist tightening and relaxing, over and over as her hips roll fore and aft efficiently greasing his rod. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she begins to nibble his shoulders and chest, ascending into hard and angry gnashing, intent on consuming her prey with hot vicious passion.
Jack grasps her gorgeous hair, pulling her head away from his neck, as much out of his need for self-preservation, as well he loves seeing her facial expressions whenever she morphed into this wild sexual vixen. Her wild eyes and her seething deep breathing mesmerize him. Pulling her legs up high against his rib cage Layla whispers in her sultry voice: "fuck my greedy pussy with your mean hard meat you mother fucking man-whore!"
Jack's legs shake as her words slice through his brain like a well wielded karambit. His balls burned and his cock seethed. His hand tangled in her hair and the other under an ass cheek, he lifts her high off his cock breaking the sweet seal they had just created moments prior. As his cock stands erect and pulsing Jack maneuvers her deftly into place, splitting her labia with his raging staff. Jack loves the feeling of her silky petals raking along his shaft as it plunges deep inside her tight juicy slot.
Layla's eyes grow wide, and she slams her mouth against his forcing her warm breath down his throat. Jack slowly withdraws his hot rod until he feels her tight lips close around his cock head like a vice. Automatically he reverses course, forcing his granite phalanx back into her pleasure palace, over and over and over, again, and again and again.
Layla digs her nails into his broad back and uses that leverage to ride his hardness violently. Jack has an out of body experience as his sweet little fucking machine goes to work all by herself, doing everything she can to milk him for all he has to offer.
Layla's rhythmic grunting and in-time heavy breathing makes Jack think..."this little minx is using me like a cardio machine...she's multitasking as we fuck" and his next thought is to give her a big grin and say..."Daddy like, baby girl!"
The rhythm of their hot activity is manic, redlining as one valve slapping chain reaction. Breathing heavily, Jack looks in her fierce eyes and says, "Ready for the heat sexy?"
Layla gasps and whispers in his ear "give me every drop you got daddy, fill me baby" as she rams her juicy pussy fast and hard on his throbbing cock. All at once they both explode in the most vicious and rough orgasms each had experienced in a long time. Good thing they occupy the whole 25th floor...otherwise...!
They traded their secretions, so hot and slippery, pumping each other over and over. Layla's moans run through his ears and digs into Jack's soul, implanting her essence firmly with him forever...again!
Sharing their energy completely, Jack relaxes his grip on his beauty, holding their kiss long and dragging Layla under the shower spray. Jack watches as she quickly washes away their liquid assets. She smiles at him, standing on tiptoes to peck his cheek. She winds up and smacks his ass hard, before saying, "thanks for making me orgasm so wildly you big man-slut," and she dances out of the shower to get dressed for the first day of the conference. Jack stands under the shower and relishes the endorphin rush which Layla so expertly injected into his aura. "What a way to start the day" he chuckles to himself.
Layla
That damn rooster! Layla mused as she shook the cobwebs out of her brain. She stretched herself long while still tucked inside her warm and cozy bed in the master bedroom of the sprawling ranch style house. Jack's 1,000-acre cattle and horse ranch was just outside of Dallas Texas. The name of the ranch is "The Rider's Ranch." The logo is that of a cowboy, hat in hand and high overhead, riding a bucking bronco in a cloud of swirling dust.
As familiar as it was, she still hasn't adjusted to "Robert the Rooster's" manner of waking her every morning and probably never will. But without fail, he's always on time and keeping a tight schedule...rain or shine. Layla pats the bed twice and "Shooter," her Blue Heeler cattle dog, launches himself from his sleeping pad directly on top of her, showering her with licks and kisses. Layla laughed and wrestled him around until he had enough, and he jumped down to the floor, ready to get to the kitchen for his breakfast which Maria already had waiting in his bowl.
Layla drags herself out of bed and staggers to the kitchen seeing that Maria, the house manager, has a fresh pot of her favorite coffee waiting, as she did every day. "God bless you Maria," she thinks. Pouring a cup, she then wanders to the back door, stepping outside on the covered porch to greet her alarm clock.