by Burke, Dez
She gasps as I finger fuck her slowly.
I want to taste her now.
To bury my face between her legs and stay there the rest of the night.
“I think you’ve been punished enough,” I say. “Will you be a good girl now?”
She nods vigorously. “Oh yes. I’ll be good, Master Sam.” She giggles and I pop her ass again then lift her up to place her on the bed.
“Don’t move,” I tell her. “I’ll be right back.”
I go to the kitchen and grab the bottle of olive oil I had spotted earlier sitting on the counter. Uncorking the top, I walk back into the bedroom and hold it up for her to see.
“Sam? What are doing? Put that down right this minute. You’re holding a bottle of expensive artisanal olive oil from Tuscany.”
“So close your eyes and pretend I’m your own personal Italian stallion. Whatever makes it good for you, darling. It won’t bother me one bit. I can be whatever you need me to be.”
She rolls her eyes.
“As if I could ever think of another man when I’m with you? You’re going to owe me a bottle of olive oil.”
“I’ll owe you a lot more than that,” I say. “Roll over and scoot up on your knees.”
She eagerly obeys and props herself up on her elbows, face down with her luscious curvy ass in the air. I can’t help stopping just to stare.
How did I ever get so lucky to be marrying the sexiest woman in the world?
I place the bottle on the floor and quickly strip off my clothes before crawling across the bed to settle behind her.
“My plan just took a detour. I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you. Right now there’s nothing I need more that to put my face deep in that sexy ass of yours.”
My hands smooth slowly up and down the back of her thighs. She could never possibly understand how much I love touching her. Every time I look at her I’m in awe all over again that she’s really mine forever.
My thumb skims over the infinity tattoo and I lean down to touch it with my lips. Her ass is getting a little plumper and I love it.
I grasp her ass cheeks, drawing them wide apart so I can run my tongue up and down the length of her crack. When she whimpers in appreciation, I nuzzle my face on her pussy then settle my tongue on her slit, lapping up her delicious taste.
Heaven.
She grabs the sheet with both hands and pushes her ass up higher. “Oh my God,” she says breathlessly, squirming underneath my tongue. “You are so wicked bad.”
I grip her ass tighter so she can’t squirm away while I eat her pussy out the way I love to. She intoxicates me with her taste and her smell. I can’t imagine ever getting enough of her. And now that she’s pregnant she’s even sexier than ever. I dip into her deeper with my tongue, savoring the burning moist heat on my face.
Her breath catches and I know she’s close to coming. I recognize the sound and it thrills me every time. I vigorously rub her clit in a circular motion and she cries out, grinding her ass back into my face.
She’s coming on my tongue.
Absolutely fucking amazing.
I can feel every pulse and contraction of her pussy as it goes on and on. My brain explodes and my cock feels like it’s about to do the same. I don’t stop until her breathing slows.
“We’re not done yet,” I say, reaching for the bottle of oil.
She watches me over her shoulder as I drizzle a thin stream of oil down the crack of her ass.
“Oh that’s cold,” she says with a shiver.
I put the bottle back down and start rubbing the oil into her skin with both hands.
“Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up again in no time.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Lila
“Promises, promises,” I say, knowing Sam will make good on his word.
He always does.
Minutes ago I was coming on his face and now I’m already burning hot again.
Between my crazy pregnancy hormones and not being able to see Sam often, I’m always in aching heat for him.
He rubs the oil all over my ass, down my crack and between my legs. The longer he caresses me, the harsher and more uneven his breathing becomes. The thick erection pressing against the side of my hip reminds me of the pleasure yet to come. When he wedges two fingers deep inside my pussy I gasp out loud.
“Oh...that’s good.”
I clutch around him with eager muscles, starving for any kind of penetration. My whole body trembles as he pumps in and out of me in a steady fucking motion. Just when I think things can’t feel any better, he teases his thumb over my ass. Before I realize what he’s doing, he pushes in past the knuckle until his thumb is embedded in my ass all the way.
A delicious fullness overcomes me and my brain starts to short-circuit. The forbidden sensation of his thumb fucking my ass and his two fingers thrusting in my pussy at the same time blows my mind.
“Oh...fuck!”
I’ve never felt a sensation so intense and I begin to grind my hips to match his relentless dual penetration. Bucking against his hand, I desperately seek more pressure, more burning friction. In this position I feel totally exposed and completely under his control.
“Lila,” he mutters. “This is killing me. I need to be inside you now.”
He slips his fingers out of me. The tip of his hard cock nudges me and I brace myself on my elbows as he plunges into my pussy in one long, hard power thrust.
“You’re huge,” I cry out.
His thickness threatens to split me apart in this position. He lubes a finger with the oil on my skin and slides it all the way up my ass. I bury my head in the pillow and whimper at the erotic sensation of being filled so completely.
“Tell me if you like this,” he says, stroking the finger in and out of my ass while he holds perfectly still inside me.
“I don’t like it, I love it,” I whisper.
Oh Jesus he feels fucking fantastic.
His breathing is heavy and his body is taut with tension.
“Fuck me now like I know you want to,” I say. “Fast and hard.”
He moves his hand and begins slamming his cock into me with rugged thrusts. When I start to slip on the bed, he wraps one arm underneath me to hold me upright as he fucks me wild and powerfully.
Again and again he pounds me, his penetration so deep that he reaches all of my inner secret spots. Between the angle, the friction of our bodies and the intense pressure it’s all proving too much to hold out. I cry out as my second orgasm hits, my body jerking uncontrollably.
“That’s it, baby,” he says. He grabs my ass and pulls me roughly back against him. His cock slams in deeper than I would have believed possible. “Let me feel you cum again.”
He fists my hair and tugs my head back hard to bring my mouth closer to his. I moan in his mouth as he devours my lips hungrily. Deep within my core, I feel him swelling and throbbing. He intensifies his thrusts to lightning speed. Trapped beneath his muscular body, I’m overcome with a rush of sensations. He’s fucking me into a hazy cloud of oblivion.
His body jerks raggedly several more times and then he cums with a loud groan sending an explosive rush inside me. I close my eyes, relishing how powerfully he loses control, just like everything else he does.
Holding nothing back.
Giving me everything I want and could ever need.
Making love with Sam is a mind-blowing experience every single time.
I love him more than life itself.
As always, he knows what I’m thinking without me having to say it.
“I love you too,” he murmurs against the back of my neck. “I miss you so much, sweetheart.”
He rolls off and stretches out close beside me on the bed so our faces are almost touching. Gently he touches my hair and trails the strands through his fingers.
“How much longer do we need to wait before you can leave the ATF?” he asks. “I need you and I want to be here for you too. I’ve hated being away f
rom you knowing that you aren’t feeling well. I worry constantly.”
“I know you do,” I say, snuggling closer to him.
Sam is going to be the most loving, considerate husband a woman could ever possibly hope for. I’m a very lucky girl.
“I’ll give my notice this week. It’s time to end this and put it all behind us.”
I reach over and smooth my palm over the muscles on his chest and down his arm. To think I almost walked away from him for good. I’m so thankful that he didn’t give up on us.
“Sam? Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“What was the deal with the belt?”
He chuckles and his chest rumbles underneath my hand. “Why are you asking me? You’re the one who was turned on. I saw it in your eyes.”
I lean up from his chest and look at him in surprise. “By the belt? Uh..no. I was getting turned on by watching you take off your shirt. That’s my kinky thing. I could watch you do that all day long.” I lean in closer to kiss him. “You’re ridiculous and a hot mess. And I love it.”
“Does that mean I’ll never get to call you Master?” he teases. “No fair.”
“Oh yeah, we can definitely still do that. I’ll make you take off your shirt over and over again.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Sam
“Are you sure you’re okay with not having a big wedding?” I ask Lila for the hundredth time.
We’re standing on the front steps of the Bardsville courthouse, and any minute now we’ll be going in front of the justice of the peace to be married. I would have been fine with a wedding if she wanted one, but she insisted on a private ceremony. The ‘sooner the better,’ she keeps saying, which is okay with me.
“All I need is you, the justice of the peace, and two witnesses,” she says. “And a honeymoon. I want one of those. We need some time alone and away from all the madness.”
“Oh, you’re going to get a honeymoon alright,” I say. “Isn’t that supposed to be the best part about getting married? The virgin bride?”
“Whoops! Sorry. There’s something I haven’t told you.”
“You’re not a virgin?”
“No, afraid not.”
“Damn! Can we pretend you are?”
“Sure we can,” she says, laughing. “I’ll play any game you want to play. On the honeymoon. Are you ready to go in and do this? Or are you having second thoughts?”
I gaze down at her and brush her hair back from her face.
“No second thoughts. I’ve been fighting like hell to make you mine since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I feel like I’ve been climbing a big mountain and am finally at the top.”
I step back to get one last look at her before the ceremony. She’s gorgeous as always, dressed in an off-white linen dress and high heels. Her hair is longer than when we first met and now falls below her shoulders.
“You couldn’t look more beautiful in a fancy wedding dress than you do right now. Being pregnant agrees with you. You’re glowing.”
“You might not think that in a few months.”
“I will, and I’m the one that should be asking you about second thoughts. Are you sure you want to go through with this? Speak now.”
She leans against me. “Don’t even try to get out of marrying me. You’re my Baby Daddy, so don’t make me turn this into a shotgun wedding.” She takes a deep breath. “Let’s go do this.”
I interlace my fingers with hers and we start walking up the long courthouse steps. The loud sound of motorcycles roaring down the street causes me to stop and turn around.
The Steel Infidels.
What are they doing here?
Jesse throws up a hand at me and parks his bike in the first parking spot. Flint pulls in beside him, then Toby. I count the motorcycles as they file in. All of the Steel Infidels are here.
Every last one.
Trish and Kendra are following behind the motorcycles in a car.
“Look who decided to show up after all,” Lila says with a big smile.
I grin down at her. “You know something about this?”
Jesse runs up the steps and grips me by the arm. “What the hell are you doing?” he says. “A brother of mine can’t get married without me. I’m the big brother, otherwise known as the best man.”
“How did you know?” I ask.
I purposely didn’t tell anyone about the ceremony because I was afraid they would try to stop me from marrying Lila. They haven’t warmed up to her like I had hoped they would. She keeps telling me to give them time, but I’ve been worried. The Steel Infidels have been known to hold grudges for a very long time. I want my family to love her as much as I do.
“I called Trish,” Lila says from behind me. “This is a big day. I wanted the Steel Infidels to be here for our wedding and for you. They’re part of my life now too. We’re all in this together.”
“And I’m glad she did,” Flint says, reaching over to shake my hand. “We would have been so pissed if you had gotten hitched without us.”
Trish and Kendra make their way up to us. Trish is carrying a big bouquet of flowers and Kendra is holding a pretty blue box. Trish hands Lila the flowers and takes her arm.
“We’re going to steal Lila for a minute,” Trish says. “We brought along something borrowed, something blue, something old, and something new for you in the box. If you’re going to get married, you have to do it right from the get-go.” She slaps me hard on the arm. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were getting married today, Sam. I am so mad at you right now.”
“Give us ten minutes to fix Lila up and we’ll be ready,” Kendra says. “Sam, please tell me you brought rings.”
“Of course I have rings.”
“Just checking,” she says, shaking her head. “I know how you are.”
I watch the girls lead Lila into the courthouse. She’s smiling ear-to-ear and seems genuinely happy to see Kendra and Trish. I love seeing the three girls together.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Jesse asks.
“I was afraid you would try to stop me,” I answer honestly. “Kendra didn’t take the news of our engagement well, and I didn’t want to cause any more trouble within the MC.”
“Are you kidding?” Flint says, slapping me on the back. “Lila saved our asses. We’re in debt to her, not the other way around. Kendra was shocked and caught off guard. That’s all. We’re all over it now. Time for a fresh start.”
The rest of the Steel Infidels walk up to join us on the steps.
“So the player finally gets caught,” Toby says with a chuckle. “Never thought I would live to see this day. I wouldn’t have missed being here for anything. I’m just mad we didn’t get a chance to throw you a bachelor party. Think of all the fun we missed.”
“I don’t know about that,” Jesse says. “You weren’t here for the last bachelor party, Toby. We don’t exactly have a good track record when it comes to weddings or bachelor parties.”
“It means everything to me that you’re all here,” I say. “And Flint, I need to thank you the most. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be getting married today.”
“Believe me, it was worth it,” he says.
No one else knows what went on between us that day, not even Jesse.
Things are good again.
No.
Things are great again.
My girl, my family, and the Steel Infidels.
Life can’t get any better than this.
Epilogue
Sam
Several months later...
“Hold my hand,” Lila says as an intense contraction hits her. “I’m scared.”
She grimaces and holds her breath to fight against the unrelenting pain. Her grip on my hand is so tight that I probably won’t be able to use my hand tomorrow, but I’m not letting go.
“Breathe, baby,” I encourage. “Stop holding your breath. Blow out like they taught us in the class.”
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bsp; She tries to breathe and lets out a cry instead.
I’m watching the monitor, carefully tracking every contraction.
“This one is almost done. Hang on a little bit longer and it will be over.”
She nods and braces against the last wave of pain.
When the contraction is over, I wipe her forehead with a cool cloth. Watching her suffer is absolutely killing me. I would have never gotten her pregnant if I had realized how much pain labor caused. Why doesn’t she hit me or curse at me or something?
“The childbirth classes we went to are all bullshit,” she says weakly. “You can’t breathe through these damn contractions. Trying to breathe is stupid. I could kill that instructor about now.”
“I know. I’ll stop telling you to breathe.”
“Thank you,” she says, laying her head against my shoulder. “I’m too exhausted to breathe anyway.”
I rub Lila’s cheek with my thumb. Her face is unnaturally pale and I’m worried sick. No way am I letting her see it though. I have to stay upbeat and positive to keep her focused. The labor has been going on for hours, and the doctor keeps saying she isn’t dilated enough for an epidural.
Whatever the fuck that means.
I don’t understand why they can’t give her something now to help her with the pain. Lila is such a tough cookie she would probably refuse it anyway. She hasn’t taken any medications at all through the entire pregnancy.
“What can I do to make you feel better?” I ask.
“Stay with me. And don’t get me pregnant again anytime soon.”
“Believe me, I won’t. I can’t stand seeing you in pain. This is all my fault.”
She tries to laugh. “Your fault? Like I wasn’t right there with you? Oh shit! Here comes another one.”
I almost remind her to breathe and stop. “You’re going to be an amazing mom,” I say instead. “Keep thinking about that. You can do this. It will all be over soon.”
“Please keep reminding me because this seriously hurts.”
“If I could take your pain away and give it to me, I would in a heartbeat.”
She cries out again with the next contraction.