Page 25 of My Christmas Biker

Iwoke with a jolt, feeling Brick’s warmth as his arm draped across my stomach, cradling my breast in his palm.

“Shhh, you only slept an hour. We’ll get up in a few minutes.”

Good. I didn’t want to lay here too long since I needed to get home, but I hated the idea of leaving this bed before either of us was ready.

His hips slowly began rocking into my ass as he stroked the underside of my breast, lifting his long fingers to tease my nipple.

I nearly purred with delight.

“Like that?”

“Mmhmm,” I answered as the hard ridge of his cock slid between my thighs from behind. He slowly turned me onto my stomach, pushing my arms up.

“Grab onto the bed, Babygirl.”

I slid my hands around the wooden slats as he lifted my bottom and helped me onto my knees.

“Spread wide for me.”

I widened my legs, feeling the head of his dick bump into my thigh. “A little eager?” I asked, teasing him.

“You have no idea,” he replied in that low, gritty tone I was growing addicted to.

Without warning, he filled me, plunging deep as he held onto my hips. A groan escaped as he began to move, pulling me back against him with every thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight. I love the way you grip my dick.”

Brick liked to talk dirty, and I had to admit it turned me on.

“I want to play with my clit and get good and wet for you.”

A growly sound rumbled through his chest. “Fuck. Do it.”

I slid a hand between my legs, feeling my pussy slicken as I rubbed faster over my clit, that sensation taking over when I felt my orgasm nearly reach its peak. “I’m going to come.”

“Let me feel it.”

I cried out as the release overtook me, pushing against his thighs as I rode his dick, impaling myself on his shaft because I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him buried deep, riding that line between pleasure and pain when all I felt was him, and we were one.

He pumped a few times and joined me, shuddering through his release as I felt him hold me in place. We both panted as he stroked his dick, emptying every drop of his cum inside me. I felt it as he stayed partially buried, grunting as I felt his cock spasm.

“Goddamn, Ginny. Your pussy was made for my cock. I wish you could see how greedily you suck me in or how perfectly you hold all my cum inside.”

“I guess you like it.”

“No. I fucking love it.” He slapped me lightly on the ass. “We need to get you dressed.”

“No shower?”

“No. I want you to feel me inside you all day.”

And I did. Our combined fluids soaked into my underwear, and it was a good thing I wore black sweats, or everyone who saw me all day would know what I had done with Brick.

He seemed pleased with himself, laughing when we finally left the bedroom. Birdseye winked as he spotted us cooking bacon on a giant griddle in the kitchen as we entered.

“Mornin’. Figured you’d both wake up hungry, so I’ve got flapjacks and bacon. There’s coffee and orange juice if you want it.”

“And real maple syrup?” I asked, eyeing the pint.