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“You squirt, baby? That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Wanna make you do it again.” I lowered my face again, but she grabbed my hair and pulled hard.
“No! Oh my god, no, no more!” I grinned, swiping a finger from her clit, through her drenched pussy, and lifted it, to lick it again.
“It’ll turn back into pleasure, babe, I promise.”
“Fuck me, dammit!”
I grinned widely, licking my lips again.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I crawled up and over her, grabbing her left leg, and dragging it with me, to open her up so I could fill her with my cock. Every time I’d been inside her, it felt like the first time, and the millionth time, like we were made to be locked together like this, and nothing else mattered.
“God, I love you, Micro,” Sophie whispered, lifting her hips to meet every sharp thrust of my cock deep inside her. Hearing her words of love enhanced every breath, every thrust, every gasp of pleasure, the way her wide eyes stared into mine, as she sawme, the man who loves her, giving her everything I had.
See, being with Sophie has kinda turned me into this pussy guy who thinks sappy shit like that, but I think she’s made me a better person. Maybe a better kind of man. I was raised by a monster, but somehow she’d dug through the wreckage of the man I’d become, and found who I should always have been.
Her pussy clenched around me, and I followed her right into that fucking bliss, filling her with cum, and wondering if this would be the time that created life. Our child.Our future.
Epilogue
Overthenexttwoweeks, several things happened that solidified our new future together. Firstly, my shipments of drugs were now earning me a salary, which was a refreshing change to how things had been, and also delivery day was no longer this horror that I was forced to endure. Micro made sure his prospects collected the product from me, and they dealt with moving them on to their distribution chain. He had four new prospects, and one who’d remained with the club, and all of them seemed to behave in a manner befitting the Phoenix ethos.
The club had settled down, with no further attempts on Micro’s life, and things had become almost routine there, which was why it was so weird to get a message from Micro at midday today.
Micro:On my way to collect you, babe. Dress nice. We have plans.
What kind of plans did he mean, and where would we be going? I had no idea what kind of thing to wear, because he’d been so vague in his message.
Me:How nice? Are you on your bike?
It took long minutes for a reply, and when I got it, it was short and sweet.
Micro:Two-wheeling it, baby.
Fine. Okay, I could figure something out. Going on his bike meant wearing something to protect me, in case we came off, so I dug out the one thing I hadn’t let him see yet, that I’d ordered once his motorbike had been returned by his old club, and he’d got it running again.
Leather trousers, a leather jacket, and the sexiest ‘biker’ boots I’d ever seen. Under the jacket, I added a fitted grey top, and a thin grey sweater. I had no idea where we were going, but I planned to look as sexy as I could for him.
I was just touching up my makeup, when I heard his bike rumbling outside, and I grabbed my phone, tucking it in my jacket’s inner pocket, and hurried to the door to meet him.
His face, when he saw my outfit, was something I wished I could photograph, to remember again and again, because he looked like he’d just had his mind blown, and had spontaneously orgasmed, all in one go.
“Fuck. Me.”
I smiled, twirling for him. “That means you like?”
He grabbed me, and shoved me back against the kitchen counter.
“No, it means I fucking need to be inside you immediately.”
“So you don’t like?” I teased, and he licked my lips, kissing me hard, before replying.
“Yes, I fucking LOVE, and I want you on my cock right now.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, lifting a leg to hook around his.
“We have time?”
