Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
When I made it back inside, I contemplated my two options.
One, the couch that looked comfortable, but wasn’t really. Or the bed beside the woman that was quickly taking up a space in my heart.
I weighed my options while using the bathroom and changing into some comfortable sweatpants.
In the end, I decided to go to the couch, because it would be weird for her to wake up and find me next to her.
And I wasn’t a complete asshole.
Heading for the couch once I came out of the bathroom, I began to climb into it when I heard a soft, “Hey.”
I looked over to find the mussed woman in my bed smiling at me. “Come over here.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I detoured to the other side and climbed into the bed next to her.
By the time I was settled in next to her, her eyes were once again closed and she was back to sleep, her face buried in my usual pillow.
Turning onto my side, I watched her sleep for a few minutes before succumbing myself.
“I’ll make it worth it, Dix.”
I grinned at my woman. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She giggled and turned, tugging my hand. “Come on.”
I followed my beautiful woman, allowing her to pull me into the rest stop.
“Oh, look,” my girl said. “A family bathroom. For families.”
Her eyes twinkled as she looked at me over her shoulder.
I grinned like a damn loon and followed her inside.
The moment the door was locked behind us she started on the belt around her hips.
Those supple, makes you want to squeeze them tight while you fuck her, hips.
I watched in avid fascination as she slowly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped.
My cock was hard as a rock by the time she turned around and shoved those molded-on blue jeans over her ass and exposed herself to me.
She bent over the sink and wiggled, urging me to take her.
Sidling up behind her, I smoothed my hand up the soft skin of her ass, then brought that hand down hard.
The satisfying smack of my hand meeting her ass filled the air around us.
She gasped and pushed back against me, begging for more.
I didn’t give her more.
I wasn’t a masochist.
I liked a little spanking in my sex play, but I didn’t like it more than I wanted to sink inside of her.
Pulling back slightly, I unzipped, unbuckled, and then unbuttoned myself.
The moment my jeans had some slack, I pushed them down just far enough to pull my hard cock out of them, then pumped it twice before pressing it to her entrance.
I knew she’d be wet.
She always was when we rode for hours, and the vibration of the bike paired with her being pressed up against me was ramping her up.
The moment my cock head touched her soft warmth, voices sounded in the lobby outside.
I ignored them and pressed into her, sinking myself in a few inches before pulling back out.
“I think I’ll wait for the family bathroom,” I heard someone say.
I ignored them but thought, ‘it’s going to be a while.’
“Oh, Dix,” she whispered as my cock pressed forward, sinking farther and farther inside of her.
“Yeah, baby. Take my cock like the good little girl you are,” I growled, my hands going to those hips I loved so much. “You take me so good.”
She wiggled her butt and…
I woke up, my cock rock hard, and blinked.
When my eyes finally focused, I found Merriam staring at me with heat in her eyes.
“Do you own a motorcycle?” she asked curiously.
My heart started to pound. “Actually, yeah. I love riding it around, but it’s too cold yet, so it’s in storage.”
She scrubbed her face with her hands, then scooted closer so that she could whisper.
“This is going to sound really weird,” she admitted. “But I just had the weirdest dream.”
“What about?” I asked, hoping she didn’t ask about my dream.
“Motorcycles. And riding,” she said. “I’ve never ridden on one before, but I swear, I could feel the wind in my hair.”
I reached for her curly black hair and tugged loosely on one curl before saying, “Your hair would be wild if you let it go free on the back of my bike.”
She licked her lips, her eyes going to my hand, then back to my face.
“Is it all vibraty?” she asked. “Are your legs noodly when you’re done?”
I grinned at her inventive terms. “Yeah.”
“And, uh.” She scooted closer, not quite plastered against me, but close enough that if she breathed deeply her breasts would touch my chest. “Will you take me on it?”
I laughed. “Of course I will.”
She nodded, her eyes curious.
“What did you dream about, exactly?” I wondered.
She opened her mouth and then closed it.
“Well,” she said. “I guess maybe just riding on a bike.”
I frowned. “I had a similar dream.”
Her brows rose. “You did?”
I nodded. “I did. But it was more than just riding a bike.”