“I’ll buy you more,” I say, thrusting into her again.
Her legs wrap around my waist as she pulls me into her, moving her hips to meet mine.
“Fuck, Angel,” she moans.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“You want me to be rough?” I ask. She whimpers in response, and I thrust into her even harder before pulling out completely. “On your hands and knees.”
She doesn’t even hesitate to follow my demand, and I’m soon faced with her round ass raised in front of me, her pussy beautifully pink and ready. I thrust into her again, gripping at the crease between her hips and her thighs.
“Look at you taking my cock so well.”
She moans at my words and reaches her hand beneath her to play with herself.
“You gonna make yourself come on my cock?”
Another moan escapes her as she clenches around me, she’s getting close, those orgasms I gave her in the shower had her ready for me.
“You feel so fucking good, princess. So perfect, and you’re all fucking mine.”
She comes and when she clenches around me it triggers my own orgasm. I spill into her with a few final thrusts, before pulling her back into me and kneeling with her against my chest.
“I love you, Elizabeth,” I whisper against her shoulder.
“I love you too.”
We arrive at the clubhouse just in time for everything to kick off. I park my bike in its usual spot, and we’re met with cheers from Tank and Pretty Boy who are crowding around the BBQ, always prioritizing food. Alejandro’s been boasting for the last couple of weeks about his grill master skills, so everyone’s ready to put the food to the test.
He’s blended into the club smoothly, better than we all expected; and he’s great with bikes and seems happy working with us in the garage. It’s clear that he loves how much more relaxed everything is without the constant threat of arrest or attack.
“Everything smells amazing, Alejandro,” Elizabeth says as we wander over.
“Hey, back off,” Tank says, holding onto his plate as though it’s made of gold. “I’ve been waiting since this morning, I’m first.”
“Don’t worry,” Alejandro says, “there’s plenty for everyone. I’m half-Italian, if there’s one thing I know how to do well, it’s feed people.”
“Lucky for us,” Pretty Boy says, patting his stomach.
Elizabeth shakes her head. “I don’t know where you both put it all.”
“Bottomless pits, the pair of them,” I chuckle, “come on, let’s go and say hi to everyone else.”
Tables and chairs have been set up around the lot, we’ve got friends and family here as well as the club members. I lead Elizabeth over to the table where El Jefe is sitting with his wife.
“Hey,” I say, “Rosa, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is El Jefe’s wife, Rosa.”
“Hi,” Rosa says, shaking hands with Elizabeth. “Rafael has told me all about the two of you.”
“Good things I hope,” Elizabeth says. “You, uh, you look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere? The campus maybe?”
Some color drains from Rosa’s face but she quickly replaces it with a smile.
“No, I don’t think so, maybe I just have one of those faces.”
“Yeah,” Elizabeth says, “it must be that, sorry.”
