Chapter 47
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
RATTLER
I’ve wanted to make Ames — Jayne — mine in every way for weeks now. If I’m honest my desire for her started that night we were locked in the store cupboard together, that was the first time I’d noticed her. Yeah, I was an asshole, denied my attraction even to myself.
I had club girls who’d do anything for me just because that’s what they were there to do, and numerous women in town who’d drop their panties with just a crook of my finger.
Women existed for one thing, just to get me off.
I took because I could, and never gave back as they weren’t in a position to argue.
Looking back I deserved every insult the club girls had made about me.
It’s one thing to know the reason, my childhood had fucked me up, but quite another to grow the balls to become better.
What would I have been if Jayne had never come into my life?
A biker who was outwardly content with how he was living, but who deep down knew something was missing, and never knowing what.
I realise now I’d been so hard on the brothers who’d found their old ladies because I’d accepted I’d never find anyone who’d love me, and couldn’t see myself finding someone I could love.
My feelings for Jayne had snuck up on me. But once I admitted what I felt for her, I was in deep.
And now the moment has come when I place the final brick in the wall of my past and embrace my future completely, when I do something I’ve never done before, make love with my old lady.
I’m nervous as fuck. Sure, we’ve messed around.
I’ve made her come numerous times, as she has me, but this final step I’ve been putting off as I’m terrified of fucking it up.
It’s never before bothered me what any woman thought of my performance, I wasn’t there waiting for a scorecard to validate how well I could use my dick.
But my Pixie Girl’s never had a man before.
I’ve tried to tell myself, given her innocence, she wouldn’t know good from bad, but that’s not the point.
I want her addicted to me as much as I’m so far fucking gone for her.
No take backs, we both agreed. But what if I disappoint her?
I breathe in deep as I line myself up with her gorgeous cunt, truthfully the prettiest I’ve ever seen.
Bracing one hand on the bed beside her, I place the other on one of her thighs and ease it over to give myself more room.
Glancing up at her face, I see her biting her lip in anticipation, then can’t resist looking back down to see the tip of my dick disappearing.
She tenses, then forces herself to relax, as I start to push in. She’s so fucking tight, I thought it would be easier from all the times she’s taken my fingers, but my cock is clearly much bigger.
I advance a little further, then ease out, using her own moisture as lubrication.
“Flynn,” she softly cries, an entreaty for me to keep moving.
I don’t want to hurt her, but doesn’t taking someone’s virginity always cause pain? Or is that just a rumour?
“You doing okay?” I ask, as I gain another inch.
“You feel so good,” she gasps.
The way her cunt is stretching around my thick shaft is gloriously obscene, and it’s taking everything I have not to sink completely in in just one thrust. But I’ve got to go slow, got to give her time so she can get used to my size.
Removing the hand I had on her thigh, I use my fingers to strum her clit.
“Flynn!” she exclaims, and I feel her channel clutch at the part of my length that’s already inside. “More.”
More fingering? More dick? I don’t stop to ask, just proceed with both. She’s pushing against me as if trying to take my whole length in. I oblige until there’s not much left to go. It’s then I give one final push, hearing her gasp.
“You good?”
“I feel so full.”
“Good or bad?”
“Are you going to move or spend the night analysing shit?”
Snorting a laugh, I decide to show her just how I can fucking move. Sensing she’s alright and we’re over the worst part, I pull out slowly, then push back in. Then repeat my action.
“More, Flynn, more.”
I’ve no more fucking dick to give her, but I can make what I’ve got count.
Without losing our connection I get my heels under me, ignoring the discomfort in my knees, and pull her ass onto my thighs.
Keeping my eyes fixed on her face, I take my cues from her expression.
This time when I push in, her eyes roll back. I start to quicken my pace.
Fuck, she feels good. I couldn’t give a damn this is the only pussy I’ll feel around me for the rest of my life, she’s already got all others beat. As unintelligible sounds start to come from her mouth, I fasten my pace until I’m hammering in and out. Her tits bounce as I pound into her.
I can feel her muscles fluttering around my dick, and then they start clenching. It ramps up my own sensations, and I throw my head back. Have I ever felt anything as amazing as this? Fucking never.
Oh fuck. I feel that warning tingling sensation running down my spine before taking root in my balls. Before I’d never have even considered holding back, but this time it’s essential I don’t come before her.
I move my fingers back to her clit, and find the rhythm I know that she likes. I’m rewarded by a strangling sensation around my dick.
“Flynn… Flynn… Oh God…Flynn, I’m close.”
“Get there,” I demand, my voice choked from my effort to hold back.
“Oh God!” she screams.
And I’m right there with her as her body first stills, then convulses before my eyes, her back bowing off the bed.
It’s the most wonderful sensation in all the world as I finally empty myself into the condom. I stop breathing, I feel cum rise through my dick in pulsating waves, as her muscles massage my length as if trying to suck in everything I have to give her.
When her movements still, I know my cock is spent, but still I stay inside. Manoeuvring so I’m able to lean my body over hers, I take her lips in a ravishing kiss, having to pull away far too soon as both of us need to take air into our heaving lungs.
When I can finally speak, I tell her, “Never been so fuckin’ good. You’re mine for fuckin’ ever.”
Glassy eyes look up at me as she reaches to touch my face. “I love you so much, Flynn.”
I’ve never asked for a review before, but suddenly I’m nervous. “Was, was it good for you?”
“Five stars. Would highly recommend.” She grins. Then asks, “Can we do that again?”
I give an exaggerated glance toward the mega box of condoms. “There’s one hundred and forty-three left in there.”
She laughs, and even though my dick’s deflated, the way her body jostles mine is enough to make it twitch. “That will do for a start.”
“Woman, you’re going to kill me.”
“But what a way to go.”
She clenches her muscles again, and my dick responds. Fuck, that’s a first, I’ve never got hard again so soon. The wise part of my brain reminds me I’ve got to pull out and change the condom.
I’ve never wanted kids before, but some primate instinct tells me I’d love to see her belly swelling with my child. But she’s so young, and so am I. We’ve got a whole lifetime in front of us, and serious decisions need to be made together. I’ve sworn to protect her, and that means in everything.
“Hold that thought,” I tell her. “Got to get a new condom.”
She groans as I hold on to the base of the latex and ease my cock out of her, then after removing it I tie it off.
Instead of throwing it on the floor for the prospects to tidy up in the morning, the new me walks into the bathroom and flushes it down the toilet.
As I flush, an idea comes to me. Would there ever be a better time than now?
Returning to the bedroom, I open the nightstand drawer and surreptitiously remove the box I’d hidden there.
It’s irked me I can no longer call her my wife, Ames Ellington is legally dead and buried. And that day when we tied the knot it was cold, emotionless, and something neither of us had wanted. Now I’ve got a chance to do things properly.
Well, as proper as it can be with me naked as the day I was born with my dick swinging in the wind, but still I get down on my knees.
She’s lain back in sated bliss, her eyes closed as she waits for me. I get her attention by clearing my throat.
Propping herself up on one elbow, she sees me kneeling by the side of the bed. “What are you…?”
“Jayne Rushton,” I start. “I never expected to find you. Never expected anyone would love me. And never dreamed that I’d be able to love someone as I do you.
I married a woman called Ames Stone without intent and for all the wrong reasons.
Now I’ve a chance to do it all over again, and get it right this time.
If you say no, I’ll deserve it for all that I put you through, but Jayne Rushton, I’m asking you if you’ll take this step with me, and do me the honour of marrying me?
” I bring the box to my front, flick it open and show it to her.
Last time there was no engagement ring, there was no fucking engagement at all.
No question, no answer, just a demand, and two unwilling people coerced into signing a license.
I’d chosen the ring carefully, as pretty as her, and one that doesn’t whitewash the past, giving us both something to remember.
Our journey to here hadn’t all been roses, there were none at all at the start.
But it had been Ames Stone that had brought this biker to life, and I never wanted to forget our journey from enemies to falling in love.
To reflect that, the ring has a fair sized diamond set in the middle of a ring of amethysts.
She stares at it. She says nothing.
Is it me… or… “I can change it if you don’t like it.”
Suddenly she bursts into life. “I love it, it’s perfect. I love you, Flynn. And it’s yes ten thousand times over.” She holds out her hand, and I slide the ring onto it. It’s the right size. I’d had her old wedding ring which she can no longer wear for obvious reasons to get the correct fit.
Then she launches herself at me. Our kiss seems to go on forever, my dick swells predictably, and there’s only one way to celebrate our engagement.
“Got to be inside you,” I tell her, letting her go so we can get back into bed.
Only…
“Fuck, shit…”
“Flynn?”
I roll over in agony. Kneeling on the soft mattress had been one thing, kneeling on the hard wooden floor with knees not yet healed? Pure fucking hell. But even as agony goes through me, I start to laugh.
“Flynn?” She joins me back on the floor. “Oh fuck, it was too soon, wasn’t it? Do you want me to get some ice for your legs? Or painkillers?”
Trying to stop laughing, I reply, “Just help me back on the bed, Jayne. At least there’s nothing wrong with my dick. Just this time, I think you better be on top.”
She stares, then snorts. And now she’s laughing with me.