Epilogue #2
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 will be 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.
When Saige comes, it’s fucking beautiful, her entire body letting go to the pleasure coursing through it.
Her toes curl, her head thrown back in euphoria, a silent scream on her lips.
Saige’s pussy tightens like a fucking vise around my cock, choking the shit out of me as she comes, pulling my orgasm out of me.
“Fuck, wife, look at what a mess you’re making over us. Goddamn, don’t stop, you’re making me come.”
“Fill me up, Camden, let me have it.”
“Fuck! Saige!” I come. Hard. My balls draw up close to my body, my thighs shaking as I unload inside her tight, warm center.
My favorite place in the entire fucking world.
Wetness drips around my dick, coating my pelvis and dripping down to the sheets as we come together, and I know exactly why. I goddamn love it.
“I love when you squirt for me, love when you drench us,” I pant as my orgasm starts to ebb. Saige’s eyes glimmer with mischief, the pretty amber swirling in the center of deep, dark brown.
“Be a good boy and clean it up then,” she purrs as she lifts herself off my cock, climbing quickly up my body.
Her hands grip the headboard as she sits her perfect pussy down to meet my waiting mouth.
She tastes like fucking heaven. A mix of both of us—sweet and musky.
I get lost eating her wet cunt, our arousal weeping from her slit, my tongue eagerly lapping it up. “Just like that, Cam. Fuck yes.”
Saige rides my face into an orgasm, her body collapsing forward as she heaves in breaths and regulates her heart rate. With one hand, I pull her down against my chest, wrapping my arm around her bare back.
“Goddamn, my wife knows how to fuck.” Saige giggles on top of me, lifting herself slightly so she can look at my face. “Will you uncuff me now that you’ve had your fun?”
“I don’t know, are you still going to try to punish me for being me?”
“Are you ever going to stop being so reckless?”
“I know you track me, you know I’m always careful.”
“But you’re the most precious thing in the world to me, and while I know you can keep yourself safe, it doesn’t change the fact that I feel like it’s my responsibility to help with that task.”
“You want in on it completely?”
“Yes. If it’s something you feel like you need to do. I want to be there. Even if I sit on my bike and smoke a joint. At least I’m at your back if you need me.”
“I can do that. I like the idea of you watching.”
“I bet you do.”
“I love you, Camden.”
“I love you, my queen.”