Something I’ve only ever had with her.
“Come with me, Amelia,” I tell her, pleading. “I want to see the girl I love coming on my dick, no wrapper.”
“Fuck!” She slams her eyes shut, face screwed up like her orgasm is within reach, and it pushes me to throw her over the edge.
“I’m gonna fill you,” I promise her. “You’re gonna feel it all day with how much you’re about to get out of me.”
She moans louder, nodding her head frantically.
“That what you want? To feel my cum between your legs?” I ask her.
“God, yes.” She nods faster, O face on, and it’s so fucking hot, the thought that she wants to be glazed by me, my pace turns feral. Hips slamming into hers, my balls slap against her back hole, jeans low on my hips, as I do my best to fuck her into next week. A better time and place, when we’re together and the past is in the rearview mirror.
“I love this,” I confess, breathless, as I pound into her faster and faster. “It’s only like this with you. Only you.”
Her eyes open again, watching my face. “I fucking love you,” she says, then she’s gasping, and I feel it hit her.
Back arching in my hands, I watch as her mouth pops open, blood rushes to her cheeks, her chest, and her body convulses, impaled on my cock as she breaks for me. Clit puffy and swollen, pussy soaked and nearly red in color as she takes my cock, over and over again.
It feels just as good as it looks, pussy throbbing around my dick, squeezing me, and sucking the cum right out of me with that insane pressure.
My balls tighten, spine tingling, every nerve alight, and I blow. We come together, bodies peaking, just like our souls do when it’s her and me.
When I pull back, I watch the mess drip out of her, right onto the motorcycle seat. Her release and mine, mixed together.
She lifts her head, watching, as mesmerized as I am.
Scooping and swiping the sticky liquid up with two fingers and a thumb, I shove the cum back inside of her, making her cry out, hips jerking from the sudden contact when she’s still so sensitive. I watch as her abs tighten, trying to hold herself up and take what I’m giving her at once.
Her whimpers urge me on, my thumb against her clit, and I massage her, slower and less rough than I was when I fucked her but bringing her to the edge all over again as I watch from above her.
Two fingers inside that perfect pussy, a thumb on her clit, and one hand behind her back, I watch as her legs and upper body shake, breaking for me once more, her eyes on mine in a way that screams this is deeper than sex.
Damn right it is.
I’ve never cared for anyone the way I do for her. There’s nothing that compares to seeing her happy and fulfilled. Getting to see to her needs, emotional, physical, and beyond? It’s better than I ever dreamed getting to this place with someone else would be.
Richer, like a sixth layer of perceptions got added to the world, one I never even knew existed, and wouldn’t know how to describe to someone who hasn’t experienced it. Life before her was bland, no taste, no color, no fragrance. With her, it’s complete.
I spent the last fifteen years longing for a connection like this. Now that I have it, I’m not letting anything jeopardize it.
TWENTY-SIX
AMELIA
The ride back to the shop is much different than the one to our little wooded getaway. For one thing, he wasn’t all talk. I can still feel his cum dripping out of me, legs spread on the passenger seat of the bike, pussy sore from the way he owned me how he did. Every rumble of the bike sends a reminder straight through my core and into my clit about what just happened.
I’m not complaining, justveryaware of my current state offucked and fucked well by Weston Grady.
By the time we get back to the garage, to his pickup, I think I might be ready for another round, which is saying something, because when we left I thought I’d need an ice pack and a couple days to recover. But if I haven’t said it before, this man is magic in more ways than one.
Weston parks the bike inside the shop, wiping down all the surfaces we…touched.
While he works, Wyatt comes out of the office, face drawn.
“Do you have your phone on you?” he asks me.
“No,” I say, shaking my head.
