Page 101 of Ask Your Mom If I'm Real

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.”

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