Epilogue #2
While I’m thrusting into a cunt that’s pure fucking heaven, I trail my finger through the slickness glistening on her thighs. I soak my thumb in her juices before I part her cheeks, smearing more moisture from her dripping cunt all the way up to her tight little rosebud.
I’ve wanted her here for a long time. She’s asked me, but she never truly sounded ready.
I didn’t want her to do it just to please me.
I wanted her to do it because she wanted that new level of both pain and pleasure.
She whimpers when she feels my finger. We’ve done this before. We’ve even used toys before.
But none of them were ten inches long and so wide she couldn’t wrap her fist around them though.
“You positive about this, Ami? Because I can’t just go in an inch. You know me. I take you here, I’m taking you good and proper. I’m taking you all the way.”
“Yes,” she moans, bucking her hips back into me, forcing my thumb inside up to my first knuckle. She whimpers and her cunt spams around my cock. “Yes, please, Gage.”
I pull out, my cock soaking. I have lube in the nightstand, but she’s so wet that I won’t need it at the moment.
I fit my cock to her tight, perfect little rosebud.
She doesn’t shy away from me. She doesn’t hesitate.
Instead, she grinds her hips back into me in a dirty move that steals my breath.
I love watching her. Love the show. I love that she watches me too, over her shoulder and between her spread legs.
That she loves watching my cock pumping into her.
I love that she loves tasting me, tasting us, sucking my cock after it’s been inside of her, just because it’s that much more erotic to taste herself on me.
I ease the tip of my dick into her tight passage. She’s hot. So fucking hot that I nearly see stars. My balls draw up tight and Christ, I want her. It takes everything in me to hold myself back.
Obviously, she doesn’t share the same reticence. She pushes herself back on my cock, taking me deep. I help her out the rest of the way, thrusting gently, but firmly, until I’m seated inside of her. She moans and wriggles and her fingers turn into claws on the sheets.
“Fuck,” she breathes. “I’m so fucking full, Gage. I want you to move. Fuck me. Make me come with your cock in my ass.”
At first, Ami was shy about telling me what she wanted.
It took a while before she’d really open up and tell me what pleased her, what she wanted to try, and what her darkest fantasies were.
She put her trust in my hands, knowing that I’d die before I broke it.
Now, she talks like I do half the time, and it’s so fucking hot that even though we fuck at least twice a day—sometimes more—I still want her just as badly as I did that first time.
We’ll probably be like this at ninety, breaking our hips and giving each other heart attacks.
What a way to go out.
I pull out, sliding back home, burying myself deep in her ass, right up to my balls. She mewls, low little whimpers that turn into pants. I know she’s close. I can feel her legs shaking. I know exactly how her cries of pleasure change. How she grows breathless right before she screams.
Which she does when I pump her full one more time.
She shatters around me, her body kicking and vibrating, her hips bucking and gyrating, grinding down on me. I feel those spasms all over my cock and when I watch the rush of moisture trickle down her thighs, I reach between her spread, shaking thighs, and tap her clit. Lightly.
She screams.
The second climax she tumbles into, right on the heels of the first, is brutal and beautiful. She screams my name. Curses me and begs me all in the same breath.
It’s so fucking hot. I’ve been waiting so long for this, to feel her straining to take me back here, in the most taboo spot, to fuck up into her, bury myself deep, and unleash.
I’m careful, even when my thrusts get more frenzied, I take care not to hurt her.
I dig my fingers into her hips. I spank her ass cheeks so hard that I leave red palm prints there.
She loves it. She loves every second of it.
She takes it all and when she comes for a third time, I let myself find my own pleasure.
I let out a roar and unleash hot, wild spurts inside of her ass, filling her with my seed. I pull out carefully after, taking my time, enjoying every single fucking minute.
I fall to the bed beside her after, completely spent. There’s a good chance that she might kill me yet, but I’m not going to tell her that. I might as well just serve up my balls on a silver platter.
I swear she knows though, because her eyes are sparkling and her face is flushed and even though she’s sweating and flushed, even though little bruises and bite marks bloom on her neck and collar bones from my hard, open mouthed kisses, even though her lips are swollen and the skin of her chin red and slightly raw, even though her ass bears my handprint on both cheeks, even though we’re sticky and wet with arousal, she grins at me.
My heart stutters and I actually feel it restart with a hard slam.
“I’ll wake you up in a few hours, husband. You know… if you’re up to it.”
“Aren’t I always up for you?”
“Always,” she giggles before she gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
I grip her face in my hands and kiss her good and proper, bruising and plundering her mouth. After that, she nestles back down into my arms and lets out a contented sigh.
“Love you, Gage,” she mumbles sleepily as she drifts off.
Her breathing evens out and she’s asleep within seconds, her hair splayed over my shoulder, her skin still sweaty and sticking to mine. Her cheek resting on my chest.
It’s these moments that I love the most. I always stay awake for a few extra minutes after she falls asleep, just to have this.
I listen to her even breathing and savor the way the heat of her body floods through me.
I love the feel of her skin, so soft and velvety against my own.
Love the tickle of her hair, like a field full of flowers.
And yes. I realize how unmanly that sounds.
I don’t fucking care one bit.
I nestle my head into the crook of Ami’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin and close my eyes.
I came so close to never finding this, and then when I did, I nearly lost her.
The black tide of exhaustion sucks at me, and this time, I let it take me.
I know that when I wake, she’ll be there.
Tucked in my arms, or jabbing at me with her index finger, demanding this, that and this again.
She does that often. And yes. I even fucking love the nagging.
The point is, she’ll be there. Always. Just the same way I will move heaven and earth to be there at her side.
We’re definitely flawed. We’ve both walked through the flames and waded through years of heartache to get here.
We’ve known the brutality of life and the ugliest sides of humanity.
But we’re here. We’re. Still. Fucking. Here.
She might have run, my princess, and I’m no fucking knight, but I caught her.
I refused to let her go and I fucking loved the shit out of her until she believed me. Believed in me. Believed in us.
We found solace and strength, courage, acceptance, and love in each other. We were made for each other. We’ll always be made for each other. End of story. And that, that is truly our happily ever after.
THE END
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The next book in the Steel Riders MC
series is Wolf