Beauty and the Biker(16)
As I say the words, she comes undone, shouting her release, and wetting my dick with her pleasure. I can feel her honey coating my cock. The culmination of all these things—the sounds, the feeling, everything—sends me over the edge. I push into her as far as I can go and I cum inside her. Her unprotected body opens up for my seed as I shoot my cum inside her, filling her with me.
I cum and cum until I can barely hold myself up any more. I don’t want to crush her, so I prop myself up on my elbows as I finish. There’s so much cum, it runs down the sides of her pussy and onto the bed. Our juices are everywhere, mixed together, coating her thighs. It’s a wonderful feeling, having an orgasm, but having the best orgasm of your life? Priceless.
After I catch my breath, I roll us both over. I’m still inside her as she straddles me. Since my cock finally came back to life, it doesn't seem like it will ever go down again. I reach down, removing my dog tags, and I put them around her neck as she sits atop me.
“What are these for?” she asks, pulling at the tags.
“It’s just another way to mark you as mine, baby.”
She reaches out and touches my wedding band, smiling at me. “I like seeing this on you. Marking you as mine.” With her words, she lifts up a little and moans at the sensation.
“Remember all those times we practiced this, shortcake?”
She starts to rock a little more, working her hips, finding a rhythm she likes. “I remember you teasing me. Not taking off your pants to give me what I wanted. I remember having to ride the ridge of your cock to get off because you wouldn’t put it in me.” The jingle of my tags sounds as she starts to really move on top of me.
“Well, now it’s all yours, baby. Do your worst.” I give her a cocky grin, and I feel the skin pull along my cheek where it’s scarred. She must sense my apprehension, because she leans down and kisses the part of my face that got the worst of the blast.
“You’re still that same gorgeous, arrogant bastard I fell in love with.”
I feel her lips trail down my neck and to my chest as she rocks up and down on my cock. I love the tight feeling of her around me, sharing our bodies with each other. I don’t plan on pulling out of her for the next three days. I want her as much as possible.
“Oh yeah? I’m a wounded vet now, shortcake. I think I’ll need some extra attention.”
She sits up and rolls her eyes at me, slowly sliding up and down my shaft. The feeling makes me moan, and she knows exactly what she’s doing. She looks down into my eyes, and I can feel us clicking into place again. Like two lost puzzle pieces being put back together. I’ve got my girl, and all's right with the world.
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3 a.m.
I wake up, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I realize I’m standing and my ears are ringing. I look around the room and see that it’s trashed. It looks like someone took a bat to the furniture and broke everything that wasn’t nailed down.
“Julie.” The word is dry in my throat, and I’m having flashbacks of trying to talk in the hospital. The room is spinning, and I look around, desperately trying to find her.
I hear something in the corner of the room and look over to see her crouched and naked, huddled with her back pressed against the wall.
“Julie, baby, what happened?”
As I reach for her, I see the blood on my hands. It’s all over both of them, and I don’t know how it got there.
“Abe, please don’t,” she whispers, and I look to see her push herself further into the corner.
I stand up, blinking a few times, trying to remember where I am. Suddenly, flashes of my nightmares come back to me, and I realize I did this. I must have been dreaming about the bomb and destroyed the room when I was sleeping.
“Oh fuck.” I go back to Julie, and she’s still huddled tight in the corner. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I swear I won’t hurt you.” As the words come out of my mouth, I realize I don’t know if they’re true. “Jesus, Julie, did I hurt you?”
I look down and see a little blood on her legs, but I don’t know if that’s from something I broke or if I physically put my hands on her. My stomach flips, and I start to dry heave. I’m going to be sick. I get up off the floor and run to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time. “Oh God, what have I done?”
I hear movement in the other room, and I know what I need to do. I walk back out and grab my bag, throwing on jeans and a t-shirt. I glance over at Julie, and I see she’s got a sheet wrapped around her, and there’s blood on it too. Seeing it makes me want to vomit all over again.