“Ah!”
Connor’s fingers found just the spot as my pussy clenched and an orgasm seemed to gush through my body. I was paralyzed with pleasure, barely able to move a muscle as I seemed to lose the ability to control anything at that moment.
But Connor seemed to have no interest in letting my first orgasm slow me down. He spun me around, told me to stick my ass out, and pressed up against me. I could feel his cock brushing over my ass and still-clenching pussy; I was still coming down from the orgasm.
But I had no time for recovery because Connor slid inside me. My eyes went wide, my hands grabbed whatever they could, and soon, Connor was pounding me from behind, his thick cock sliding in deeper than I had thought it could go.
He went like this before he spun me around, grabbing a leg and pulling me in as he went back inside.
“I wanna see you as I come,” he said. “Because you’re mine.”
Oh, fuck, Connor.
And he did just that. His eyes never left mine, their intensity bearing deep into me. I felt locked in place, locked into a relationship with him—the kind of locking down that I welcomed. I had my rock, finally.
No more games. No more bullshit. Just us, expressing an unreal desire for each other.
I just hoped we survived all the wild fucking that was sure to follow.
The sex was almosttoointense because it didn’t take long for Connor to start grunting that he was going to come. I grabbed his face and kissed him as he grunted and groaned, his cum swimming to the tip of his cock.
“Give it to me, Connor,” I said. “Give it all to me.”
And then, biting into my neck as he groaned, he came. His cock twitched inside me, its seed pouring out into me. I moaned his name, encouraging him, relishing this moment—and knowing we’d have endless ones like it.
As he finished coming into me, my hands slid down his back, feeling for his bare ass. He had a mighty fine ass, and I didn’t mind giving it a few gentle squeezes as I felt him come down from his orgasm.
Fuck, that was different.
And that was awesome.
“Don’t you dare ever tell anyone this happened,” he said. “Not a soul.”
“Please, you think I want everyone knowing that I had sex at a bar?” I said. “I’m wild about you, but I still have my privacy to protect.”
And then I reached for his lips and kissed him.
“But there’s something I don’t need to feel private about,” I said. “And that’s how I feel about you.”
“Yeah?”
There was a strange softness to his voice.
“I know I have a tendency to bullrush into things,” I said. “I go for the hot guys, but what I haven’t told you is that when the hot guy—in this case, you—reciprocates, I fall hard. And so for better or for worse, I’m just going to say to you how I feel. I love you, Connor.”
Connor pulled back, looked into my eyes, gulped, and…
Said nothing.
But I could tell it wasn’t from a lack of wanting to say something. He just looked like the words genuinely got lumped in his throat. He was, dare I say it, emotional.
“Connor?”
“I’ve never heard anyone say that to me,” he said softly. “And I never thought anyone would.”
He collected himself, clearing his throat and smiling at me. No, bikers didn’t cry or show weakness. But I’d seen enough. I knew how much it meant to him.
“I love you too, Katie.”
And with that, he pulled me in for a kiss, a kiss that meant I was special and one-of-a-kind.
I had treated him like no one had ever had, and he me, and as a result, yes, following our coffee date, I finally got what Connor had once crassly said I never would have.
Our happily ever after.
