Chapter 17 The Bike Ride

• The flashlight beam cut through the darkness, just barely missing them as it made its way over the wet bricks. Ethan did not react, but the danger made him only more vicious in his thrusts. His hips moved with animalistic speed, the fabric of his jeans rubbing painfully against her inner thighs, which were bunched up underneath her skirt.
• Quin could barely breathe because her face was still pressed to his palm. She tried to scream, but the only thing she managed to do was moan incoherently through his hands that covered her mouth. She could no longer bear it.
• All the tension caused by the fear of being caught and the continuous penetration of his dick in her vagina finally got to her, and everything went dark around her, while her body tightened in reaction to the events. Her pussy clenched rhythmically several times, pulling him even deeper into her. Ethan responded to her actions with a moan of pleasure, pressing himself into her with all force and then spilling his seed inside her.