Pulling His Trigger(11)
Mac still has her boots on, and she puts them on either side of the bike so she can fuck me how she wants. I keep a grip on her thighs as she rides me so she doesn’t fall off, but her motions are sure and strong, and she looks like a fucking goddess on top of me with the last of the sunlight streaming in behind her.
She needs this right now. She’s been struggling with the fact that she’s pregnant and the idea of juggling remaining who she is while becoming a mom. I can see the push and pull she’s been dealing with lately, and now that everyone knows, it’s a relief it’s out in the open. MacKenzie is used to being in charge of herself and what happens around her. A baby isn’t something she thought was possible, but her life has gone in a different direction, and now she has me, she can have anything she damn well wants.
Her pussy squeezes me, and she leans forward, rubbing her clit against my cock as she slides down. I look up and our eyes lock, her dark hair falling around her face.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, pretty boy.”
I smile at her, and she moans, working her body down on me. I try to think about baseball to keep from cumming too soon, but then I remember fucking Mac on the couch while we watched the Royals play and that’s no good.
“Goddamn. I won’t last.”
She gives me a rueful smile and squeezes me even tighter, causing me to grit my teeth and grunt.
“Keep it together, Shield. I’m not done with you yet.”
She keeps working me up and down, and I throw my head back, trying with everything in me to hold on a little longer. It’s too good. Her pussy is too fucking good.
When I look back at her, I see MacKenzie lost in pleasure. She’s taking what she wants, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I watch her and think about what a lucky bastard I am.
In that moment, she looks up and locks eyes with me. A passionate, intimate moment passes between us, and she whispers “I love you.”
“I love you, too, MacKenzie.”
She drops down on me, and I feel her orgasm roll through her. She throws her head back and moans my name, squeezing me tighter than I ever thought possible.
Her own orgasm triggers mine, and I empty into her tight heat. We cling to one another on the back of her motorcycle, both of us gripped by pleasure. We are both breathless as we come down from the peak, and Mac falls on my chest once she’s done.
“Feel better?” I ask, brushing her sweat-dampened hair out of her face.
After a second she looks up at me and quietly nods.
“You know that just because you become a mom, it doesn’t mean you have to lose who you are.” Tucking another stray hair behind her ear, I tell her what she needs to hear. “You’ll always be you. Now there’s just another part of you that I get to love. And you get to see what life is like as a mom. With me by your side.”
She smiles at me, and I can see her doubt lifting.
“You think I would ever let you stop taking me on sunset drives to fuck me on the back of your bike?” I wink at her, and she laughs. “Now take me home and put me to bed. I’m an old man, baby.”
Mac sits up and grabs a fistful of my shirt, pulling me to her. I sit up, and our lips are almost touching but not quite.
“You’ll stop fucking me when I tell you to, Shield. I said I wanted a long hard ride. You up for it or not?”
Thrusting up, I answer her question with my cock, and she gives me a wicked smile. “Anything you want, MacKenzie. Anything.”
Epilogue
Vincent
About 8 months later...
“We need help!” I scream into the emergency room, carrying MacKenzie in my arms.
“Vincent, I swear to God, if you don’t put me down and stop freaking out, I’m going to shoot you with one of my rubber bullets. I’ve got two in my back pocket, so quit fucking around.”
The nurses rush out from behind the desk, and I walk over and gently place Mac in a nearby wheelchair.
“Her water broke,” I look down at my watch and back at the nurse, “thirteen minutes ago.” I can feel panic start to rise, and I know the baby will be here any second. “We don’t have time to sit around and talk. We need doctors and nurses. Someone needs to boil water.”
Mac kicks my shin, and I lean over, grunting.
“Simmer down, Shield. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna shoot you if you don’t calm the fuck down.”
Taking a deep breath, I look over and see the nurses shake their heads at us. They wheel Mac down the hall and over to the elevators, and I follow. They hit the button for the maternity floor, and I just stand there, tapping my foot and willing the elevator to move faster.