Merry Blissmas (Biker Bitches 3)

“You have to wait until Christmas morning,” Drake told her as he pulled off his bloody clothes.

“Is it bigger than the palm of my hand?”

“A little bigger.”

“Is it this size?” Bliss moved her hands several inches apart, mimicking the size of his dick.

“A little bigger.”

“Wow. Now I’m really curious.” She stopped bouncing. “Men’s dicks don’t get bigger as they get older, do they?”

“No, they typically shrink.”

“Is that true?” She had an adorably bewildered look on her face. “How did I not know this?”

“Because men don’t want women to know.”

Damn, I bet they don’t. He doesn’t have an inch I want to give up.

“I’m only asking out of curiosity, but how much do they shrink? A little or a lot?”

“Not much. Only a little … about half an inch.”

“That’s all? That’s okay, then. I mean, that’s good for you. You don’t have to worry like some men would.” Bliss started bouncing on the bed again.

“Bliss, I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about how much my dick is going to shrink.”

“Why not?”

“Because all I need to satisfy you is my tongue.” Drake threw his dirty shirt at her as he went into the bathroom.

“Ew. Stark’s blood is all over that.”

“That’s why I gave it to you. Figured you deserved it for everything that bastard put you through.”

“I should frame it, but I won’t. I’ll burn it like he is right now. By the way, this shirt isn’t my Christmas present, is it?”

She smiled when she heard his laughter over the shower.

“Make sure you don’t get those stitches wet,” she called out.

“Why don’t you come in here and keep them dry for me?”

Not needing any more of an invitation, Bliss wiggled her ass out of her jeans then took off her blouse.

She was about to grab a condom from his nightstand where he always kept them but stopped. They had never fucked without protection, even though there was no chance of her getting pregnant.

She closed the drawer, empty-handed.

Drake was soaping his body when she opened the shower door.

“Let me.” Bliss took the washcloth he was using, rubbing it across his chest at the same time her hand went to his already hard cock. “I see you’ve been warming yourself up.” She ran her hand over the sensitive slit, not lingering before she stroked downward to cup his balls.

He brought his hand between her thighs, sinking a large finger deep inside of her. “This is all I need to warm me up.” His finger moved deeper. “Want to give me a hint about my present? Is it bigger than the palm of my hand?”

“Yes,” Bliss moaned, going back to stroking his cock.

“Is it bigger than my dick?”

“Yes,” Bliss moaned. “It’s not fair to ask me questions when you’re finger-fucking me.”

“Being fair is for sissies.”

“You’re definitely not a sissy.” Thank God for that, she thought when he inserted another finger, steadily fucking her.

Bliss wrapped a thigh around his hip, pressing the heel of her foot against his firm ass. Then she licked at his pebbled nipple, raking her teeth against the tip.

Drake moved her thigh down so she was standing on her feet again. “It’s too slippery to fuck you like this. I don’t want to be the next episode on Sex Sent Me to the ER.”

“Drake, if fucking you was going to send me to the ER, it would have happened the first time. Baby, you’re big, but you aren’t that big,” she taunted.

“Is that so? Let’s see how big it feels when I put it where I want to.” Drake ran a soapy finger between her ass cheeks.

Bliss lost her smile. “Hell no! I’m not that crazy!” She tried to move past him to the door; instead, she found herself bent over the marble seat at the end of the shower. “Drake!”

“Hush!” Drake smacked her ass then ran his hand up her back, leaning over her so she couldn’t rise. “If you don’t like it past the first inch, I’ll stop.”

“The head will kill me before you get an inch inside of me.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him take a tube of lube from the shelf.

“You keep lube in the shower?”

“I believe in planning ahead,” Drake mocked as he smeared a heavy amount of lube along the length of his dick. “It might be easier if you don’t watch.”

“You’re an ass,” she snapped, becoming aroused despite her misgivings.

Bliss felt the spongy tip of his cock press against the rosebud of her ass.

“Oh, God.”

“You have a habit of doing that. I really wish you would find something else to say right now. It kind of kills the mood.”

“Good.” Bliss tried to rise again, but Drake pressed her back down.

“It doesn’t kill it that much.”

Bliss began to feel the pressure of him trying to enter her tight hole. “It’s not going to fit.”