Epilogue
Leah
Two Years Later
“Steel, come on! We’re going to be late.” I can’t stifle the half laugh, half groan as he sinks down to the floor in front of me in our motel room.
“What does it feel like, knowing you can bring a man like me to his knees?”
My hands tangle in his thick, glorious hair.
It’s hot out, even for Florida, and the air conditioner is working double time to keep the room a bearable temperature during the insane late June heat wave.
We’re spending the weekend in Miami for Harley’s graduation, and Steel booked us a fancy hotel for the occasion.
“Normally I’d say it makes me feel like a queen,” I say hoarsely, “but at the moment, considering we’re going to be late for your daughter’s graduation—you know, that thing you work so hard for your whole life up to this point and only get to do once—I’m going to tell you that it makes me worried.
Please get up, Steel.” I apply pressure to the strands of hair tangled around my fingers, but he doesn’t budge.
He grins up at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes before his hands trail up my thighs and push up the red knee-length cotton dress I have picked out for the dinner.
“Don’t worry. We have lots of time.”
“Steel…” My protest dies when Steel pushes my dress up a little further, exposing my black silk panties. He brushes his thumb over the already soaked fabric.
“We definitely have time. Gonna bend you over that bed and take you in your sweet, tight ass, just the way you like.”
“Oh my God…” The words leave me in a breathless rush. “We can’t… You can’t…”
“You saying no, darlin’?”
“Hell, no!” I say as Steel’s hands work my panties down my legs until they’re at my feet. I kick them off.
“You wanna bend over the bed?”
My hands hit the mattress hard, my fingers fisting the comforter as I get into position.
“Yes,” I moan. “Like this.”
His hand throws the skirt of my dress over my lower back, baring me to him. I love being in this position, so submissive, my ass in the air, my head down, my legs spread for him to look at all of me.
“Like this?” His hand swirls over my ass cheek before he rears back and slaps me hard. I let out a whimper at the sting, but pleasure rushes through my veins, sweeping through all of my limbs. “Or like this?”
He brings his hand back, spreads my folds, and coats his fingers in my juices. He brings his hand back, parting my ass cheeks, running his index finger through my crease, smearing my wetness all the way back to my bud.
“Y-yes.” My legs begin to tremble, and I lean harder onto my arms.
“Or maybe like this.”
When he brings his face close, his mouth hitting me hard on my sex, lapping and suckling my folds, punishing my clit with his tongue, I nearly come undone.
I know he won’t be pleased, though, if I come so soon, so I hold out, waiting for him to take me higher, into a harder climax, my reward for waiting.
Steel doesn’t stop. He licks me until I am panting, then he trails his hot tongue up my crease. Spreading me with his hands, he then flicks it over my bud. I let out a broken sounding sob because it feels so fucking good.
His index finger replaces his mouth a second later, and he swirls over the tight pucker, inserting just the tip in, just enough to tease me.
I never thought that I would enjoy this kind of play, but after two years with Steel, I’ve found that I enjoy a lot of things I didn’t think I’d like.
And a hell of a lot else I didn’t even know was possible.
The sound of his zipper and belt buckle echo through the room. I hope the other motel occupants are out sightseeing, because if they aren’t they’re going to hear everything.
Steel slides the nightstand drawer open beside us, and I know what he is reaching in there for, I saw him pack it yesterday.
He pops the cap on the bottle of lube and warms it between his fingers before he brings them back to me, massaging my tight pucker so gently that it makes my whole body convulse.
He pours the lube liberally all down the length of his cock.
I turn to watch him do it and seeing him, big and throbbing, veins trailing up the length of his shaft, his head swollen nearly purple, makes me shake even harder.
“I want to see you touch yourself when I fuck you here.” His fingers massage my bud. “But no making yourself come. You hear me? That’s my job. Mine and mine alone.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Yes, what?”
“I hear you.”
“Good. Not sure if this is a punishment or a reward.”
I don’t respond because he splits my cheeks with his hand, opening me up to him, and he steps closer, so close that I can feel his hot cock throbbing against my ass cheek.
I wriggle back, trying to take him to the place I need him most, knowing that when he slips inside of me, the fullness back there will ease the ache I feel everywhere.
Even though I love this, love everything with Steel, his cock is huge, and my back entrance is still really fucking tight, and it always burns for those first few seconds. The pain is sweet, though, and I groan, wriggling and writhing back into him as my body struggles to take him.
“You like that? You like having my big cock splitting your sweet peach ass?”
“Y-yes,” I moan. “Oh… Oh god… Steel…”
He fills me, gripping my hips hard as he plunges inside of me with a hard stroke that makes me see stars.
He barely gives me time to brace myself, my fingers kneading the blanket before he pulls out and hammers back home again, seating himself so deep inside of me that his balls slap against my cheeks.
“You like this? Long and slow, just like this?”
Steel pulls out, his strokes echoing his words, and slides back inside of me, filling me completely.
He continues those long, hot strokes, and through the fog of crazed pleasure, I remember his command to touch myself.
I slowly bring my hand between my legs, my fingers applying just the slightest pressure to my clit.
The sensations are so much sharper, harder, deeper, every jolt of pleasure tearing me into what feels like a thousand tiny pieces.
“God…” Steel groans behind me. “You have the most perfect ass. So fucking tight and hot, clamping around my cock like a fucking vise. Love watching my cock fuck your perfect little asshole.”
I am used to his dirty words, but they never fail to fill me up with a delicious sense of pleasure.
He speeds up his strokes, and I know by the way his leg muscles vibrate when he slams into the back of mine, that he’s close.
His cock throbs back there inside of me as he holds it still for a few seconds, letting my body tremble around him.
I grind back, bucking my hips into him hard, letting him know that I want him as badly as he wants me.
His hand replaces mine on my clit, and while he fucks up into me hard from behind, he swirls one finger over my clit, spreading the moisture from my weeping pussy all over me.
He fucks me with punishing strokes that fill me up so full I want to burst. I love the burn and the pain that combines with the heady pleasure of having him back there, of taking me in the most intimate of spots.
“Come for me. Gotta watch you come all over my cock. Feel that ripe ass of yours rippling on my dick.”
He pinches my clit so unexpectedly that it tumbles me straight into a climax, just as he commanded me.
I come hard, my climax shattering over me, making my legs so weak that I can’t hold myself up, and I am thankful for Steel’s big hand gripping my hip, hauling me up into him.
He punishes my ass with long strokes that increase the pain and pleasure of the waves already ripping through me.
My body breaks out in a clammy sweat, and the slick moisture spilling down my thighs makes our skin stick and slap together with every hard thrust. I love that sound, the messy, slapping sounds of him fucking me hard, of my body taking all of it, giving a man like Steel all the pleasure he deserves.
Steel lets out a roar as he finishes and I feel the hot jets of his cum burst inside of me. It sends me into another smaller, sweeter climax, feeling his pleasure flood me, hearing that primal sound of pleasure that I have torn from him.
Afterward, he pulls out and disappears into the bathroom adjoining our room. He brings back a warm washcloth and cleans me up so tenderly that tears spring to my eyes.
After he has cleaned up as well, I tug my dress down and turn around slowly, perched on the edge of the bed.
My eyes track his every movement as he goes to our dresser and pulls out a clean pair of panties for me.
He hands them over with a dirty wink, and when I get to my feet and waver a little, he lets out a full belly laugh.
His hand shoots to my elbow to brace me.
I lean into him, my hand going to his shoulder to steady myself.
My fingers graze the spot, over his dark shirt, where the bullet used to be, the one my father shot into him.
I didn’t realize that the club had a doctor on their payroll, a retired old man who could perform certain surgeries, but the only pain killer he had was a bottle of whiskey.
I watched as Steel had the piece of cold metal removed from his shoulder.
He didn’t make a sound. Just sweated and grunted through it.
It left him with a wicked-looking scar, raised and pink, one I kiss every single night, so thankful it is there and not a few inches lower, where it would have stopped his beautiful beating heart.
“You know, Leah… “
I look up into Steel’s shining gray eyes. “What’s that?”
“I fucking love you.”
I feel my face break into a grin so wide that it hurts. “That’s a good thing,” I tease. “Because I fucking love you, too.”
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The Canteen is dressed up, but only just enough to mark the occasion.