Page 9 of Merry Merry Biker
“I’m guessing this was for you,” Sprite grinned up at me. Nodding, I returned her grin with a smile of my own, “Yeah it was. The last one was when I was twelve and I went to live next door.”
She didn’t say anything about my comment, just pushed me until I was standing at the doorframe, pen in hand, looking at me expectantly. With a beleaguered sigh, I pretended to be put out but dutifully stood still while she rose up on her tiptoes, her small, pink tongue peeking out between her teeth as she concentrated at drawing a line above my head. Happy, she settled back down on her heels, pulling me away from the doorjamb. Standing on her toes, she wrote Tommy under the line, the date, then looked at me, eyebrows raised in query, “How old are you?”
“Forty-five,” I told her, wondering what she’d think of my age. Not saying anything, she wrote my age down with a small smile, stepping back looking satisfied.
Taking the pen from her, I pushed her gently back against the doorframe and made a mark above her head, before writing her name and then looking at her, my brow raised in question. She hesitated, then asked, “If I tell you, are you going to freak out?”
“I won’t know unless you tell me,” I replied honestly.
“Twenty-seven.”
I groaned when I did the math, fuck me, there was eighteen years between us. A hard slap on my arm brought me out of my thoughts to find her glaring at me.
“I knew I shouldn’t have told you. It’s just a number,” she grumbled. “It’s not like you’re sixty.”
Then she grinned cheekily at me, “I’m not calling you daddy, though, just so you know. Although I won’t say no to a spanking if you feel the need.”
It took a while for her words to penetrate my lust filled brain, but when they did, I lunged for her as she ran away laughing hysterically. Catching her, I swept her up into my arms ignoring the twinge in my ribs and took her to her bedroom where I dumped her on the bed with a wicked grin as I pushed my pants off and pulled my shirt off at the same time. And then my fingers were gripping the bottom of her jumper. Lifting her arms for me to take it off, her laughter stopped abruptly, her eyes were heated when they met mine. She swiped a tongue over her plump, pink lips. Slipping my fingers into the elastic of her leggings, I pulled them off her, taking her socks with them. Ten seconds later, my head was buried between her legs, and she was calling my name as I licked and sucked at her delicious pussy. Gently, I thrust a finger into her channel, wondering how the fuck I was going to get my dick in there it was that tight. Slowly, I added a second, but I could already feel her orgasm building. I knew it wouldn’t be long now, and I was right as she gushed over my fingers, nearly strangling them with the intensity of her orgasm. Humming against her clit, I ignored the way her fingers were pulling at my hair.
“Tommy,” she pleaded as she sobbed out my name on a whimper. Lifting my head slightly so that my eyes met hers over her belly as I looked up the length of her body.
“I need you,” she whimpered, tugging at my hair. Crawling up her body, I pulled the cups of her bra down as I pressed kisses first to her stomach and then up her body until I got to her breasts, her nipples hard ruby red points just begging for my mouth. Lowering my head, I sucked first one in, then the other into my mouth, releasing them with a pop, loving the cherry redness of them glistening and wet from my mouth.
Wrapping her legs around my hips, she pulled me closer to her, the tip of my cock butting up against her clit, making her writhe and rock her hips against me. Lifting my mouth from her breasts, cupping her head in my hands to get her attention.
“Sprite,” I growled, she turned her hazy lust filled gaze to me. “Protection, do we need it?”
My words finally penetrated her need, and I breathed a sigh of relief as she shook her head. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in two years.”
‘Well, that explained the tightness of her pussy,’I thought.
“You?” she asked a little hesitantly.
“I’m clean, baby, I’d never put you at risk. But I can go get a condom, if you want.”
She contemplated me for a bit before tightening her legs and tipping her pelvis until my cock was notched in her opening. I closed my eyes in bliss as the tip of my cock met her wet heat and gently thrust against her, slowly inching in a little at a time. Sweat was beading my brow by the time I made it all the way inside her.‘Fuck me, she was tight. I wasn’t going to last at this rate,’I thought.
With one last thrust, I planted myself deep inside her, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head at how good it felt to be so deep inside her. Staying still was sweet agony as I waited for her to adjust to my size. Only when I felt her relax did I move, thrusting into her depths, gritting my teeth and getting harder and harder at her every moan. I wasn’t going to last much longer; she needed to come and come now.
Sitting back on my heels, I unwrapped her legs from around my waist and brought them both over my left shoulder. She was gorgeous in the morning light, head thrown back, body arched in bliss as she took all of me. Putting my thumb in my mouth, wetting it, I then stroked it across her clit.
“Come for me, Sprite,” I commanded, “Come for me now.” And did she come? She came so beautifully, sweat beading her chest that heaved with each breath, her nipples hard and red. Following her not long after, I gasped for breath as her pussy strangled my cock, pulling every bit of cum from my body.
Panting, I lay her legs back on the bed. Bending forward, I take a hard nipple in my mouth, her pussy contracting with every suck, I moved from one to the other, slowly getting hard again.‘I guess we weren’t done yet,’I thought as I gently thrust into her. Lifting my mouth from her breast, I find her lips, kissing her long and deep until we come once again. With a sated sigh, I sink into her and relax, my head tucked into the crook of her neck.
“Jesus,” she muttered, “if that’s what you can do at forty-five, I hate to know what you could do at eighteen. I think you broke me.”
My shoulders shook with laughter at her words. Lifting my head, I looked down at her, “Trust me, baby, at eighteen, I would have been done two seconds after I was inside you. Stamina comes with age.”
“Thank Christ you’re older then. Bring it on, I say,” she grinned at me, her eyes sparkling happily, before tapping me on my side to move. “I need to clean up. Do you want to join me in the shower?”
With a groan, I moved off her and stood by the bed, bending to pick her up. I winced a bit as my injuries pulled; I was feeling all the pain now that the painkillers and endorphins were fading away.
“Put me down,” she grumbled at me, slapping me gently on the shoulder, “you’re injured.”
“Bathroom’s not far, Sprite,” I assured her as I put her down on the bathroom mat, reaching in to switch on the shower.
I should have known that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. By the time we were done in the shower, I was ready for a nap, feeling every one of my forty-five years, but I didn’t feel too bad because my Sprite joined me, falling asleep as soon as her head hit her pillow.