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“Beth,” I grind out. “You’re actin’ like a woman who wants my cock.”
She acts innocent. “Whatever gave you that idea, babe?”
“You brazenly handlin’ my junk first thing in the mornin’.”
“If I’d known that was the top-secret signal, I would have taken advantage of it long ago.”
I fuckin’ love the lilting, teasing sound of her voice when she flirts with me. I pin her gently against my stomach and rub myself against her soft stomach.
“You’re rubbing the wrong place. I thought big, sexy bikers knew where to put their cocks.”
I groan as my lust surges. I fuckin’ love it when my old lady talks dirty. My cock is so hard it’s throbbing with pent-up need. I always go from zero to a hundred in seconds with Beth.
“If you spread your legs right now, you’re gonna get fucked,” I warn her, just on the off chance that she’s playin’ around and doesn’t really want to have sex with me this mornin’.
“Really?” She grins seductively. “I think you’re going to waste all morning talking about sex rather than having it.”
That’s all it takes for me to roll her onto her back and slide down her beautiful body. Before she can protest that she wants kisses first, I have my mouth on her pussy. Absolutely nothing tastes better on my tongue than my old lady first thing in the morning when I’m dying to fuck.
I do all the things she likes best, circling her clit with my tongue and using my fingers to find her G-spot. Nothing turns me on more than hearing the sexy sounds she makes while I pleasure her.
Looking up along her gorgeous body, I love the way the morning sunlight reflects off her pale skin. I don’t speed up or slow down. I keep up the same relentless pleasure until she loses control, rubbing herself shamelessly on my tongue. Fuck, I love it when she does that.
“Striker, please,” she whispers, begging for what only I can give her.
I tip her over into the first orgasm of the day and feel fierce joy at how easily she responds to my touch. When I move up, she spreads her long lovely legs to make room for me. Sinking into her warm heat beats every other sexual experience I’ve ever even thought about having. I like the way she uses her legs to pull me close.
I set the kind of hard pace she likes, and we fall into a rhythm that only we know. I know all the way down to my bones that Beth is it for me. I don’t ever want any other woman. Our lovemaking is usually rough because that’s what she likes—and what I like too, if I’m being honest. But not today, not after what she’s been through. I give her firm, relentless thrusts, but nothing rough.
She comes all over my thick cock three times before I let myself flood her soft pussy with my seed. Afterward, we lie wrapped in a warm embrace with my cock going soft inside her. I brace my weight on one arm so I don’t crush her.
She reaches up to trace around my tattoos. I never thought of myself as a particularly prideful man until I got with Beth. But I’m proud that she isn’t afraid to touch my body or ask for what she wants sexually, and that she is fascinated by my ink.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” she says breathlessly.
“You’re out of breath and your pussy is still flutterin’ around my cock. Just so you know, I did that.”
She lets out a strangled laugh. “You’re an arrogant man. I hope you know that, Mr. Cooper.”
I lift my head and look down at her. “Maybe, but you love that about me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come runnin’ back to me.”
“True,” she murmurs, like it’s the world’s best-kept secret.
“Look, darlin’, nobody knows what the future holds, but whatever it is we do, we do together. What do you think about that?”
She smiles up at me. “I’m all in, handsome.”
“Marriage and babies it is, then,” I say, using my grandest voice.
She just laughs and wiggles on my dick. It’s her way of asking for round two. I always oblige. “Welcome to the rest of your life, Beth,” I whisper into her hair before I get busy pleasuring the mother of my child one more time.
Epilogue
Beth
Two Months Later
There are moments when I still wake up and I don’t quite know where I am. Not because I’m scared. That part has mostly passed. It’s because for the last three years, home meant whatever cheap apartment I could afford without dipping too deeply into my savings.
