Dirty Rider: A MC Biker Romance by Kay Perry Read Free Book Online Page A

her.
     
    Stripping her clothes, she flopped back onto the bed, opened her laptop and went over the article about anal sex again.
     
    With her rubber cock eventually inside her ass, she brought herself to several major climaxes which seriously made her wonder about becoming a sex addict. It didn't sound that bad of a way to go really. Better than drugs or booze.
     
    She had just taken a shower and cleaned up the room, getting ready for bed, when Nolan knocked on her door. She was wrapped in a towel as she walked toward the door. It had to be Nolan, she didn't know anyone else. But this was much earlier than she expected. She thought he would blow her off until tomorrow and then maybe take her for that ride he promised.
     
    She checked the peep hole and there he was. She opened the door a crack, "Yes? I was just getting into bed. Do you need the truck?"
     
    "Did you fill it yet?"
     
    "No, I was going to do that in the morning."
     
    "No matter. Thought I would take you for that ride."
     
    "Now?" she said, looking back at the clock on the nightstand.  "Tomorrow? I would really like to, but honestly I'm seriously tired. You really used me last night." She smiled at him, "Not complaining. Honest, but I'm still sore and stiff. Tomorrow, maybe we could ride to the ocean and then back here again?"
     
    He looked her over, and she felt nude under his scrutiny. She really didn't want him to push, because her venus was trembling to have him again, she wouldn't be able to resist long. But while she got her training to the point of enjoying her ass today, she knew she wasn't ready to take him there yet. So it was his own damn fault she needed to wait.
     
    "Tired huh?"
     
    "Yeah," she said, in a hoping-you-understand voice. "If you really need something, I could suck you off again," she offered, and cursed her own weakness as soon as the words came out of her mouth.
     
    He smiled, and took her chin in his hand and kissed her, "That's a tempting offer, but I'd rather take you tomorrow, I want a full ride."
     
    She smiled, "I really want that too."
     
    "Tomorrow then."
     
    "What time you want me ready for you?"
     
    "Six, and keep the truck. I won't need it for a while."
     
    "Alright. I'll be ready at six," she told him, hoping her ass would be ready for him by that time.
     
    "Take that towel down, I want to see you," he told her.
     
    She felt herself blush a little, looking furtively around she opened the door a little more, and dropped her towel. She gazed submissively into his eyes, arching her back a little to press her breasts out and lift her ass. "Still liking what you see?"
     
    He didn't answer but she saw he was hard in his jeans. It took everything ounce of will power not to reach out and stroke his cock. With her eyes fixed on his cock she said with a slight whimper, "Sure you wouldn't like me to suck you off? I'll do better than I did last night. I promise."
     
    She saw something in his eyes that looked like a brief flash of shock before the lust filled them. But his voice said, "Naw, tomorrow though," he nodded. "You get some rest. You're going to need it."
     
    A flush of apprehension went through her, "Alright. Tomorrow then."
     
    She closed the door quietly and then leaned back against the wood, pressing the back of her head back, and squeezed her nipple while her hand got between her legs and rubbed between her slit to soothed her ache. "Well, that was a little disappointing," she murmured. "He wants me, but he can wait. Didn't even want a blow job. So, I'm nothing special, just better than anything else around."
     
    She sighed and clicked off the light when she heard his bike start up. She watched him ride away through the curtain, and then got into bed.
     
    Kristina tossed for nearly an hour before she pulled back out her rubber cock, lubed her ass and fucked herself as hard and deep as she could push herself. She rode the violent climax that came, twisting in the waves of blissful-agony that thrummed