The adrenaline still pumping through my system from the recon mission, combined with the relief of having her in my arms again, ignites something urgent and primal. I need to claim her. Need to remind us both who she belongs to.
I bend to capture her mouth in a kiss that's all possession, no gentleness. She responds instantly, arms winding around my neck, body melting against mine. The taste of her—sweet and familiar now—centers me like nothing else can.
"Need you," I growl against her lips. "Now."
She nods, understanding without words the desperation driving me. But I don't want to take her here, in our bed. I need something different tonight. Something that matches the wildness coursing through me.
"Come with me," I say, taking her hand and leading her through the quiet compound.
The garage is deserted at this hour, the smell of oil and metal hanging in the still air. My bike sits in its usual spot, still warm from the ride back. I guide Wynter toward it, watching her eyes widen with understanding.
"Here?" she whispers, looking around at the cavernous space.
"Here." I lift her easily, setting her on the seat of my Harley, her legs dangling on either side. "Need to see you on my bike. Need to make you mine all over again."
Her breath quickens, pupils dilating with arousal. She's learned to read my moods, to anticipate what I need. And right now, I need surrender.
I push the oversized t-shirt up her thighs, revealing she's wearing nothing underneath. The sight of her bare pussy on the leather seat of my bike makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
"Perfect," I murmur, hands spreading her thighs wider. "My perfect little wife."
I drop to my knees before her—the president kneeling for no one but her—and bury my face between her legs without preamble. She gasps, hands flying to my shoulders for balance as I devour her, licking and sucking with single-minded purpose.
"Vance," she moans, head falling back, hips bucking against my mouth.
I grip her thighs harder, holding her in place as I worship her with my tongue. The taste of her, the sound of her pleasure, the knowledge that she's safe and mine—it's everything I need after hours of violent thoughts and dark plans.
When she's close—trembling and begging—I pull back, standing to unbuckle my belt with urgent fingers. My cock springs free, rock hard and leaking, ready to claim what's mine.
"Turn around," I order, voice rough with need. "Hands on the handlebars."
She complies without hesitation, positioning herself on the bike's seat, bent forward with her perfect ass presented to me. I push the t-shirt up further, bunching it around her waist,revealing the curve of her spine, the delicate bones of her shoulder blades beneath pale skin.
"So fucking beautiful," I growl, positioning myself at her entrance. "So fucking mine."
I push inside in one powerful thrust, making her cry out, her inner walls clenching around me like a vice. The position, her on my bike, taking my cock—it's ownership in its most primal form.
“Nothing in this world is better than this, baby doll,” I praise, setting a brutal pace, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "This perfect little pussy that was made for fucking. Made just for your daddy.”
The garage fills with the sounds of our coupling—skin slapping against skin, her breathless moans, my guttural groans. Anyone walking by would hear us, would know exactly what I'm doing to my wife. The thought only drives me harder, deeper.
"You feel that?" I demand, reaching around to circle her clit as I pound into her. "Feel how deep I am? No one else gets this. No one else gets to touch you, to see you like this."
"No one else," she gasps, pushing back to meet each thrust. "Only you, Daddy. Only you."
Her submission, freely given despite everything, breaks something loose in me. I'm rough, possessive, claiming her with every thrust, every touch, every filthy word I whisper in her ear.
"Gonna fill you up, baby doll," I growl, feeling my release building. "Gonna put my seed so deep in you. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to."
She tightens around me at the words, close to her own climax. "Please," she begs, voice trembling with need. "Please, Daddy."
"Come for me," I command, rubbing her clit faster, thrusting deeper. "Come on Daddy's cock while he breeds you."
She shatters with a cry, her body convulsing around mine, milking my cock with rhythmic pulses. It's enough to push meover the edge, and I bury myself to the hilt, erupting inside her with a roar of satisfaction.
For long moments we stay joined, both panting, both trembling with the force of our release. When I finally pull out, I watch with possessive satisfaction as my seed trickles down her thigh, marking her as mine in the most primitive way.
I turn her gently in my arms, gathering her against my chest, suddenly tender now that the urgent need has been satisfied. She clings to me, face pressed against my neck, her breath warm against my skin.
