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For me, when she’s here, I want her like this. Red lace panties and a matching bra showing off all her womanly curves.

Or, of course, nothing at all.

The motorcycle engine rumbles beneath us as we weave through traffic on our way out of town to a little spot I know that should be quiet. I’m aware of her pussy, pressed against my back, just a little strip of cloth between us as she sits behind me in that fucking nothing of a sundress, but I’m trying to concentrate on the ride ahead, while my cock strains to draw my attention elsewhere.

Last night, I ate her out three times as she screamed my name, moaning and panting as she writhed against her bed. Then she returned the favor, sucking me off until I filled her mouth, then swallowing it all like a good little cum guzzler.

Then this morning, with her dad still gone, she suggested going out somewhere. Together. Like a proper fucking couple.

So that’s what we’re doing.

As I slow the bike, turning off the road and heading down to a spot by the river, where the grass is lush and the shade from the trees is just right, I can’t resist running my fingers along her thigh. Away from the noise of the other traffic, I hear her mewl clearly, even through her helmet which I will always insist she wear.

“Is this the place?” she asks, shouting to make herself heard.

I nod. “You like it?”

“It’s beautiful!”

“Not half as beautiful as you,” I tell her as I slide the bike onto a little dirt parking lot. No other cars are here, which means we’re all alone, just the way I’d hoped.

In the saddle bags of the bike is an entire picnic she made and packed up before we came out. Sandwiches, little sausages, cold meats, salad, wine, cake. There’s enough there to feed an army, which is just as well. Being the size I am, I eat a lot, and I’m also going to make sure Annie has whatever she needs to stay healthy. I love her curves and in time, with each baby, I imagine them getting more generous and that thought has my already thick dick chubbing up another inch or two.

As we sit by the river, eating and laughing, I ask her all about herself. A lot I already know from stalking her for two years, but there are things in her past I wasn’t aware of. The fact that her mother left when she was young, walking out on her and her father. The fact she’s always dreamed of working with children, but only went into teaching because of her dad. The fact that sometimes her father scares her.

Well, that last one doesn’t surprise me.

If there’s anyone that deserves the label monster it’s that man, but I hold my tongue for now. A woman doesn’t need to know her man thinks her dad’s a villain, just that he’s there to keep her safe, and that’s something I intend to show her.

“Sometimes it’s good to try something new,” she says as I frown at the glass of wine in my hand.

I don’t think I’ve ever drunk wine in my life. Give me beer and I’m happy. But for her, I take a sip.

“Well?”

I grunt. “It’s fine.”

Annie laughs, taking a long sniff of her own glass before sipping the pale liquid. “You have to learn to savor the scent and flavor. You’ll get there.”

As she’s speaking, a small car pulls off into the dirt parking lot, sliding in beside my bike, and I watch as three guys in their early twenties climb out, laughing together as they glance over at us. I start to clench my teeth together as I notice the way they’re lingering on Annie. Clearly, they think their all something, with their gym-rat bodies and metrosexual moisturized skin. They don’t even bother hiding their glances, and it isn’t long before I’m seeing red.

Nobody looks at Annie like that, not with me around.

“…I did this wine tasting course when I was in college, and it’s all about the—Chewy?” She stares at me, then follows my gaze. “Ignore them, they’re just a bunch of—hey, where are you going?”

I’m on my feet, heading their way with a growl in the pit of my stomach. “Hey, who do you think you’re looking at?”

Annie is at my side, but I push her behind me, not wanting their eyes on her.

“Free country, buddy,” says one of them in a Hawaiian shirt, starting to laugh.

“You think so, huh?” I reply, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him clean off the blanket him and his friends laid down to sit on in the grass. Fuckers. “Nobody looks at her like that except me, you understand?”

He nods, his eyes wide, but his friends are still laughing and that sets me off. I glare at one as I drop Hawaiian-shirt guy to the floor, listening to him scramble away as I stomp forward, ready to throw punches.

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