Bikers and Tinsel
Page 5“Wore it just for you,” I giggle nervously.
“Well, I’m very grateful.”
He pushes me further over the truck. His fingers slide up through my wet pussy, and I hear the sounds of him sucking my arousal off. God, why does that have everything inside of me clenching? I hear his jeans, and then the sound of a condom wrapper. I begin to shake lightly. Oh, I want him.
“So fuckin’ nice down there, Jaybird. You’re like candy.”
“Stop teasing me, Muff...”
“Soon, precious.”
He runs his fingers up and down my spine again, and then he leans over, peppering kisses across my shoulders. I feel his cock probe against my ass, and I know he’s right there. I jerk my hips up, trying to hurry him along. A throaty chuckle escapes his throat, and he gently tugs my hair. “Patience, sweet thing.”
“Please,” I plead.
He reaches around and finds my clit, and, gently, he begins to rub it, making small yet pressured circles. I feel him adjust himself, and then he’s pressing against me once more. God, I want him inside me so bad. I want that sweet burn as he stretches me. I want to feeling him pulsing as he comes deep inside my body. It’s the little things that make sex so amazing.
I feel the slight burn as he begins to push in, his finger still sliding around my clit.
I whimper as he begins to fill me. Muff is bigger than my ex-husband, by far. I’m almost certain my ex-husband was on steroids because while his body was huge, his dick was tiny. Muff on the other hand? He’s long, and the perfect thickness. He’s exactly what I need. A little mewling sound leaves my throat when he is finally sheathed.
“M...m...move,” I whisper. “Muff, fuck me.”
“You’re a little minx, Jaybird,” he rasps, and then pulls his hips back before plunging his cock back in.
I cry out, gripping the hard metal and dropping my head. Oh, yes. Yes. Muff drives into me, giving me the perfect rhythm, the perfect strokes. He tilts his hips upwards, making sure to stroke me exactly where I need to be stroked. His finger works my clit, his hard body is curved over mine, and the moment is utterly erotic. I feel myself building higher and higher. My pussy begins to clench tightly around him.
“Come on, princess,” he grates out. “Come for me.”
“I...oh, God...Muff!” I cry, as I tip over the edge.
My orgasm rips through me in molten waves, causing my body to jerk. Little noises escape my throat, and I rasp Muff’s name over and over. He releases my clit, and pulls back, clutching my hips—and then he begins to fuck me, hard and deep. My little noises turn into full-blown screams as he thrusts his hips, skin slapping, fingers digging into me. Oh, God. Yes.
“Goin’ to come, fuck me, I’m goin’ to...aw...”He lets off a rugged hiss, and I feel him swelling inside me before I feel the distinct pulsing as he finds his release. My body shudders, and I feel myself getting tingly inside at the thought that he’s enjoying me so much. When he stops shaking, he drops his head down onto my back. We’re both panting, and my hair is sticking to my forehead even though it’s cool out here.
“I can’t move,” I whisper.
“Want me to carry you, Jaybird?”
I chuckle softly and he pulls back, discarding the condom and pulling his jeans up. He smooths my dress down, and then pulls me back into his arms. I drop my head into his shoulder and sigh. My body is warm all over, and I feel amazing.
Muff leads us back to the truck, and he opens the door for me, letting me slide in. The instant I feel the heating, I realize just how cold it was outside. God, the things we do for a quickie.
“You want a beer, Jaybird?” Muff asks, opening the driver’s door and looking in.
“You’re going to get me drunk?”
He grins, big and beautiful. “No, but it’s your break, so if you want to drink, I’ll happily get you there.”
I think about it, and decide why not? It’s been so long since I’ve had time alone. “Sure, throw me one.”
“That’s my girl.” He winks.
I needed this break.
More than I knew.
Chapter 2
Everywhere it’s Christmas.
Muff
Goddamn, she looks so sweet sittin’ there, singing along to the radio, tapping her hand on that bare creamy-white thigh. She places the beer bottle to her lips and I want to replace that bottle with my cock. I finish gassing up the truck and wink at her through the glass when she turns to me, smiling. Her lips are puffy from all our kissing, and it only makes me want to crush my lips against hers again and keep kissing her.
I turn and walk into the station to pay for the gas. The little blonde at the counter grins at me. Most of the time, I’d wink at her and flirt, but now, I just want to get back to my truck and put my lips on that sweet-ass lady sitting in my passenger seat. She doesn’t know how much she means to me. In such a short time, she’s crawled into a place I’ve left closed, and hidden for so long. She’s changing everything in me, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
When I get back to the truck, I climb in and lean over the seat, gripping the back of her head and pulling her close. With a gasp, she comes to me. Her lips part and I press mine against them, tasting her. Her body has that musky scent that a lot of women get after sex, and her breath smells like beer. It’s fucking divine. I slip my tongue between those plump little lips and I tangle it with hers. She groans and reaches up, tangling her fingers into my hair. I love when women pull my hair. Call it a fetish of mine.