Asphalt stood up, took me by the wrist, and jerked me to my feet. “Let's get outta here, babe. We've got some shopping to do.”
One Week Later
“Ass up. Hands behind your back, babe.” Asphalt grunted, pulling my wrists together behind me when I complied. “Fucking shit. I'm never gonna get tired of seeing my brand all over you.”
I smiled, enjoying the next few seconds of naked anticipation, before he mounted me from behind with a growl.
One apartment, one move, one new tattoo later, and we were about to reap some serious rewards.
I'd gotten his name imprinted on my left ass cheek in a second brand.
PROPERTY OF ASPHALT, two lightning streaks beside it, a target for his eyes as well as his hands when he decided I deserved to be spanked.
This evening, though, his cock just slammed me raw. I pushed my fingers through his and held on, bound by his hands, his personal fuck toy for tonight, and every night after.
If servicing his body as his old lady, his wife, and his woman was my duty, then I must've been the most eager, obedient girl on the planet. We hadn't stopped fucking since the move several days ago, sharing a real bed for the first time together.
Holy shit, what a workout we gave it.
Asphalt growled a little more with every stroke, his hips crashing into mine. Sweet, familiar tension roiled me near my center. I pushed back at him a little harder each time, bucking against his cock, always desperate to draw him deeper.
We fucked like the animals we were. My vision went white after a few more bone shaking strokes, and the fist holding my wrists closed tighter. He pulled me up against him, using my arms for extra leverage, fucking me even harder.
“Sweet Jesus!” I rasped. “Fuck!”
Yeah, fuck.
I'd come to know that word like hello and goodbye. It was the only sound I could make before he tossed me over the edge, into the churning, white hot pleasure tearing through me.
I said it, panted it, screamed it. And I always lost everything except that word when I came, feeling my pussy clenching on his cock, hungry to wring every drop of come he had inside me.
“Fucking hell, you're hot tonight. So fucking tight. All fucking mine.” His tempo rose, and his cock plunged deeper, pushing me into total, blissful submission.
God, I loved this badass. I'd really fallen for his cock, too, a total junkie for the only man I'd ever have inside me, the only one who'd fuck me, please me, and knock me up when the time came.
Maybe today.
We'd both discussed it. All the drama and danger of the past few weeks meant I'd gotten dangerously sloppy with my birth control. I'd decided to go off it with his blessing, and now there was nothing between my womb and his seed, the deepest branding an outlaw biker could give his old lady.
Beyond ink, words, and love itself. He took me like a wild beast, trying to get me pregnant, and I wanted it at some deep, dark, primal level I couldn't understand.
“Oh, fuck,” Asphalt rumbled, making me smile.
I loved it when he went into a frenzy. He worked for every single spark of his pleasure, fucking me harder. I had to make him explode, pull him deep inside me, grind his cock inside me.
“Fuck me,” I growled back at him.
He met my challenge with more savage thrusts. His free hand wrapped around my waist, pinning me down, and he picked his entire body up and slammed it into me, crashing down again and again.
His pure, masculine strength drove us both to heaven. When I reached it again, my toes curling and my fingernails twisting in the sheets, I shrieked myself breathless.
This time, he came with me. Roaring, cursing, fucking my whole body with his, wedging me against the mattress as he turned me into a vessel for his seed.
“Shit, baby girl. No fucking clue what you do to me. All I know is I'll never, ever stop.” He paused just long enough to pull badly needed air into his lungs. “Come the fuck with me!”
His hand twisted in my hair. He yanked it hard while my back arched with pleasure, his cock pushed deep, and he held it there, making me feel the imminent flood as he swelled.
Damn!
My eyes rolled as he roared, holding himself inside me, hurling hot seed straight from his balls. His cock jerked, pulsed, shot his load into my depths. And every single drop burned me so good I couldn't hold back.
I came all over again, my eyes rolling into my head. Burying my face into the cool sheets was the only relief from the fireball incinerating my entire body, blinding me, lashing me from head-to-toe with the frenzied pleasure he'd addicted me to.
We came so fucking hard my breath stopped. Suspended in that timeless space of twitching flesh and sweaty skin, I wished we could stay there forever, even if the intensity would've killed us both.
His cock kept pumping, and he rubbed it deeper into my sucking pussy. My teeth bit into a rough fold in the sheets to make sure my heart didn't stop.