Cowboy Bikers MC #5
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My cock is brushing her opening, flawlessly finding home. All it takes is a shift of my hips and I’m diving into a tight hotness welcoming me into bliss. We both moan and I start to sink in deeper and faster.
Our mouths disconnect when I slam into her body, making her head fall against the wall as she moans loud enough it echoes through my balls. Fuck, yeah. This right here is also the reason why we book a hotel every once in a while.
Mad fucking without the need to keep quiet for either the neighbors or a kid who doesn’t need to hear those things. But fuck if it doesn’t unleash pride inside me to be able to make my woman go crazy with lust.
Her nails trail over my back, silently asking for more as I keep tunneling in and out of her tight pussy. It doesn’t matter what time or where we are, as long as we have each other we have the ability to fill our surroundings with all the love overflowing our hearts.
“So close,” she gasps, making my cock a little harder to feel her pussy already starting to strangle me.
“You’d better come hard enough to take me with you,” I grunt.
She screams when I change the angle and find her favorite spot. Knowing she won’t last long if I keep hitting it, I roughen my thrusts and love the way we can tear each other up to shatter in a sea of pleasure, always being there to pick up the pieces and start all over again.
“Always,” she grunts and takes another breath to fill her lungs with enough air to moan my name as she surrenders to the orgasm slamming through her body.
Two more pumps and her pussy is ripping the cum straight from my cock. My head falls into the crook of her neck while I try to hold my balance. Our hearts are racing in an effort to release the heat our bodies created.
“So. Fucking. Good,” I whisper against her skin.
A giggle escapes her. “I won’t ever grow tired of hearing you say those words.”
“And I won’t ever grow tired of voicing them, ’cause it’s the damn truth.” A grunt rips from me as I shift and feel my cock sliding out of her pussy. “Shit. My body does grow tired from all the hard fucking, though. Damn, I’m beat.”
Another giggle leaves her as I carry her toward the bed, placing her in the middle and crawling in next to her. I don’t care if the cum is leaking from her pussy. We’re trying for a little brother or sister for Walker and I’m hoping tonight might be the night.
Would be fucking perfect with today being our anniversary. I can’t believe it’s only been six years since I gave in to the fact this woman stole my heart at first sight. And I can’t believe I was foolish enough not to admit to myself sooner how I had to have her as my woman.
None of it matters because all of it led us to this point in time where we’re in bed together. A solid friendship, a deep connection rooted within our relationship where we share the same goals for our future.
Freedom in every minute passing as we greedily enjoy what life brings us. Today, tomorrow, next year, decades, until we’re old and gray where my woman is still the most gorgeous woman who holds my heart for as long as it beats.
“I love you so much,” she murmurs, reaching for me as our silver cuffs connect.
I lace my fingers with hers. “Pretty sure I love you more,” I reply to her sleepy face which lights up with a smile.
Yeah, we will always have the will to carry on together, our love is enough to face anything, and shall only grow stronger from here on out.
Thank you for reading Colt’s story. Next in this series will be Alfie’s story. More Cowboy Bikers, standalone stories, will follow soon.
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