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“A Lyft? For what?”

“To bring us to our next destination.” She scoffs.

“Marrone Dolce, our ride is right here.” I say, stopping next to my bike.

“Uh, no it’s not. That’s hardly a safe way to travel.” I’m not sure what has me laughing so hard, the fact that she doesn’t think it’sa safe way to drive or how cute she looks with her hand on her hip, ready to fight me over this.

Recovering from laughing so hard, I say, “Really, this is our ride. I even have an extra helmet for you. Although, your hair will get messed up, but not more than it already is.” Her face flushes again when she catches on to what I’m talking about.

“I-I-I can’t get on there, Abel. I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

“Luckily I do. All you have to do is sit behind me, hold on, and be my beautiful, little passenger princess.” I say, urging her on by placing my hands on her waist. She rewards me with a smile. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

She silently nods before reaching for the helmet. “Safety first and you better not let me fall.” She pouts.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Now stop pouting, or I’ll be forced to bite those kissable lips of yours.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief, telling me she’d like it if I did do that. “Face it,Marrone Dolce, you’re stuck with me. Now, get on the bike.”

Tossing my own leg over Gertrude, loving the way she feels under me.

I can’t wait til I have Ivy under me, too.

The thought of her warm body on top and underneath mine has my cock straining against my pants.

“Okay, don’t look at me, because if you do, I’m probably gonna fall.” She admits.

I know she said don’t look, but I turn around when she mentions falling. “You better not. I don’t wanna give anybody a peep show of what’s not underneath your skirt.”

“Point taken.” Tucking the skirt between and around her legs, she turns it into some shorts. “There, that’s better.”

How in the hell she came up with that idea is beyond me, but fascinates the fuck out of me at the same time. “That was some fast thinking. Where did you learn that?”

“My grandmother. She was a country woman through and through. She always had a trick up her sleeve for something or another.” She says.

“You’ll have to tell me more about her.”

“Yeah? Maybe I will.” She says, slipping the helmet on and tossing her leg over my bike. Getting all the way on, I feel her body slide down mine as she makes herself comfortable.

“Put your hands around my waist.”

She wraps them snuggly around me, placing them on my stomach right above my cock.

Slowly, her hands begin to slide down, inching closer to my dick. I should stop her, but I don’t have that type of restraint in me.

Next thing I know, her hands are caressing my cock through the fabric of my jeans, making me harder than I want to be while riding this bike.

“Oh, you’re playing with fire,Marrone Dolce.”

“As long as we don’t get burned, we can play as much as we like.” She whispers, taking my earlobe into her mouth and sucking. “My ex made me feel like I was too much on the vanilla side for him, so this is me exploring.”

“Your ex sounds like a piece of shit.” I don’t know that mother fucker, and he already has my blood boiling.

What a shitty thing to have your girl thinking, but I should probably thank him. Otherwise, she would have never met me.

“Yeah, I don’t know why I wasted as much time on him as I did.” She says.

“Fuck your ex. You can do all the exploring you want with me,” I say, preparing to start my bike. Once she purrs to life, and we prepare to take off, I tell her, “Don’t move those hands away from my cock, I like them right there.” And we take off as squeals of excitement fill my ears.

The ride home is quick.

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