Page 66 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Camden. But . . .” My fingers move to her chin, lifting her head to look up at me. My lips ghost over hers as I speak, ready to claim her mouth with my own, ready to taste her sweet flavor on my tongue.
“But what, vixen?”
“You need to catch me first.” Her knee moves quicker than I’m ready for it to, connecting with my junk just hard enough to get me to release the hold I have on her hair, my knees buckling and slamming my weight against the floor.
“Fuck, Saige!” I bellow as she runs out the door, her laugh dancing on the wind. The rumble of her engine is next, and I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough that my mouth fills with iron. Nausea rolls through me quickly as I get to my feet, racing after her. The dust from her back tire sprays behind her like a thick fog as she races off. “Saige!” I yell.
I reach my bike as she disappears at the end of the road, the engine rumbling to life under me. I rev her hard, my back tire spinning out and squealing as I race after the demon spawn that’s inhabited my wife’s body.
Watching Saige ride her bike in front of me reminds me of the first moments we had together. I had no idea she would be the woman I would spend the rest of my life with; hell, I didn’t even know she was a damn woman in those moments. She bends effortlessly into each curve, taking them far faster thanshe should, but I know she’s got it. Her bike is an extension of her, just like mine is for me. We know just how far we can push it, just how much room we’ve got to get by. It’s so sexy, and I’m so goddamn proud of her.
I stay hot on her tail the entire time, not giving her much room, wanting her to feel the pressure of me behind her like I did that first day. The large fence opens for her before she even gets to the barrier, like a fucking army opening the gates for their queen returning from war. We race up the long dirt driveway just as the sun starts to peek over the mountains behind the clubhouse, bathing everything in a glimmer of reds and oranges.
Our bikes come to a screeching halt, and I’m off mine a second before she is. I grab her quickly, hauling her over my shoulder as her scream echoes into the early morning. My hand connects with her ass, slapping her hard several times as she pummels my back with her fists.
“Put me the fuck down, Camden! I swear to god!”
“Swear to your false god all you want, Saige, he won’t be saving you; you tied yourself to a Hell’s Heathen.” She screams and fights the entire way to our bedroom. Even after a year, neither of us is eager for our own space from the clubhouse. I’m sure at some point we may outgrow it, may want more space or privacy, but when the only thing that matters is between these walls, you don’t want for much more.
I toss her down onto the bed, gripping her shorts and dragging them hard down her legs, panties in tow. The fabric gets caught on her boots, and I roughly grab her ankle, yanking her toward the edge of the bed as I pull them off her, ripping her clothes from her feet and chucking them to the side.
“If you think I’m going to go down without a fight, Camden, you married the wrong woman.”
“Fuck, baby, you know when you fight me it’s like foreplay, right? I know exactly who the fuck I married, and I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing about her.” I let her go just as she rips her shirt over her head, her perky, plump tits falling free with no fucking bra. I squint my eyes at her, cocking my head to the side as she gropes them, flicking at the metal pierced through each of her hard nipples. I quickly strip myself of my clothes, knowing that if I’m going to be fighting with her, I don’t want to be fighting to take those off at the same time.
When my clothes are in a pile, I look back up at my wife, her legs spread wide, her torso lifted up by her elbow as her other hand plays with her pussy. My mouth waters at the sight. Her pretty pink lips spread open wide, her hole already glistening.
“Hungry,husband?”
“For your cunt? Always,wife.”
“Too bad,” she says as two of her fingers disappear into her wet center. A growl works free from my chest, my fists resting against the mattress as I lean forward. I slowly prowl up the bed until the sole of her foot presses against my chest, holding me back.
“Saige,” I growl through gritted teeth, a warning.
“Fuuuck,” she moans as she pumps her fingers into herself. It’s so fucking hot, but I want her pussy against my mouth, want my cock buried deep where her tight walls flutter around me.
“If you make yourself come, there willbe hell to pay, Saige.”
“Promises, promises,” she moans. Enough of this shit. I grip her ankle, nipping at the tendons on the inside of her foot before dragging her forward. Saige is quick to respond, her other leg coming up quick to kick me, but I expect it, my fingers circling her dainty ankle and spreading her legs wide.
My cock is rock hard, ready to pump into her tight heat, as I drop my body down on top of hers. Saige’s legs wrap around my waist, quickly flipping us, the fucking viper. She sinks down on my cock not a moment later, taking my full length in one swift drop of her ass. I’m so consumed by her heat, by her body, that I don’t register the cold slap of the metal cuff tightening around my wrist. My hand is yanked upward quickly, connecting to a rung of the headboard.
I’m so fucking stunned by the turn of events, my mouth hangs open like a fucking guppy.
“What? Poor baby, are you speechless?” she goads, even as she lifts her hips and drops back down on my cock. Pleasure sparks between us, my cock slick with her arousal as she fucks me.
“Goddamn, woman, you take my cock so well.”
“Because it’s mine, Camden. Mine to suck, mine to fuck, mine to make come.” Jesus Christ, the mouth on her.
“That’s right, vixen. Remind me. Show me who I belong to.” Fuck teaching her a lesson, she can’t be tamed, I’ll take whatever this is instead.
“Your fucking queen.” Saige grips a handful of her tits as she rides me, a slow lift and hard fall, her hips rotating and dragging her greedy little clit against my pelvis as she goes.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking ride it. Fuck, Saige, that’s it. That’s my girl.”
Saige reaches behind us, lifting my heavy balls into her hand, rolling and massaging them as she rocks her hips back and forth, riding me like she was made to. I can feel her walls contracting, her abs clenching as her orgasm nears. It’s so fucking hot to watch.
