Page 103 of In Death, Love Survives
I slam into her harder as requested, not letting up as I play with her pussy and keep ahold of her with my other hand. She pushes up slightly on the seat and arches her back more.
“Fuck, baby. I hope no one else sees you like this. I’ll have to fucking cut out their eyes if they get to see my angel coming undone.”
She pushes back just as roughly as I keep pounding into her pussy.
“You’d do that for me. Wouldn’t you?” She pants.
It’s a rhetorical question, but I know my girl already.
“I’d kill every fucker for looking at you.”
“Oh, Wolfe…”
“I’d do anything for you.”
Nova screams loudly for the first time since we’ve been together, and it makes me come instantly. My cum starts to seep into her as I continue to do smaller thrusts as she comes down from her high.
As her limp body rests in my arms, I lean forward and place a kiss, followed by another and another down the length of her spine.
She shivers from the sensation.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get going. We can shower at the house.”
Nova nods, still slightly disoriented, before she turns around.
She wraps her arms around my neck, a new favorite of mine, and smiles sweetly.
“I don’t know what you do to me, but I love every second of it.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Nova looks startled as she glances down and sees my cum seeping down her leg.
“Now, how do you suggest I clean that up?” she asks with a grin.
“I have a rag.”
“Of course you do.”
She playfully swats my chest before I go find the rag for us to pull ourselves together. Nova may not fully understand what it is I do to her, but I know the feeling all too well.
“We’re justa short drive away from the house,” I shout.
“I can’t believe it,” she says.
Nova’s nervous about this. I know she has to be. She’ll like the ranch when she sees it. It’s the perfect hideout and getaway all in one.
It’s close to the clubhouse and my bar, The Lodge, where the boys and I primarily get together when we aren’t at the club.
“Coming up is Andrews Ranch. They have great flowers that they’ll open up seasonally.”
“That would be great. I’ll have to find out more about it.”
Victory.
“Over there is Stiman Ranch,” I call out.
“Oh wow,” she comments as she passes the large, grandiose sign.
