Page 53 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

"And?"

"Grew up there."

She leans forward curiously, flashing those gorgeous brown eyes at me. "In Joplin?"

"Closer to Springfield. Dad brought us all over with him. I liked Joplin the best. Good riding. Good spots to gamble."

"Hm," she says. "Gambling, not so good. Anything else out there?"

"Beautiful countryside. Beautiful house."

Amanda laughs.

"What?" I grunt.

"Getting information out of you is a challenge, Ethan."

"You don't need information," I grunt. "You need food."

We talk about Missouri for a little while longer. Her past in Chicago. The rivalry between the Chicago Cubs and the St. Louis Cardinals. She's playful and sweet, and eventually, I open up and tell her about how I got into riding, adventures I had with my brothers, and some of my better gambling wins.

She doesn't judge me at all for the past I've had or the mistakes I've made. But what about her feelings? I can't control those. I can tell her about my past, listen to hers, I can buy her dinner, but that doesn't mean shit about her feelings.

I finish dinner first and watch Amanda eat slowly. I pay before she realizes it and try to get closer to her as we leave the restaurant for the bike. She lets me put an arm over her shoulder.

"Tired yet?" I whisper as I hand her the helmet. She shakes her head.

"Nope."

"Good," I whisper. "Because I don't think I'm done with you tonight, doc."

Back at the motel, Amanda lets me kiss her in the doorway. It's almost like a kiss goodnight, except we're getting into bed together instead of separating. She reaches up to touch my beard and I take it as tacit permission to strip her clothes off and drag her to the bed. I toss her on the bed and get on my knees for her.

"I won't fuck you tonight but... I haven't gambled in days. Thank you."

I kiss the tops of her thighs.

"You did it," she whispers, her fingers slipping through the black strands of my hair and sending shivers of pleasure straight through me. "You did it on your own."

I peel her clothes off and Amanda's pussy scent hits me again, driving me to push my tongue between her legs and eat her out slowly. I'm still hungry for her wetness after a 13 oz steak.

My tongue enters her wetness and I fuck her properly until she cums a few times. I squeeze her thighs and drag her pussy closer to my face as I eat her out to a final climax. She pushes my head with as much force as she can muster when she can't take it anymore. There's too much pleasure for her to handle, so I pull away from her and kiss my lips dry on her thighs before I gesture to the other side of the bed.

"Bed."

Amanda looks up at me worried.

"I can restrain myself," I say to her, my heart fluttering nervously as I climb into bed next to her. I barely believe my own words. My dick is so hard she can see the tent in my pants. Her body still shivers and reverberates with pleasure. She responds to every light touch and as I stroke her shoulder, she turns to look at me.

"You can cuddle me tonight," she says. "As a reward for your gambling streak."

I grin. "See? You're fixing me already. Must be good at your job."

"Ethan. Nothing about this is real therapy. But... if it works, it works."

"Come here, doc."

She scoots over to my side of the bed and I hold her tightly, doing a shitty job of hiding how much it scares me that she could roll out of bed and away from my grasp.

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