Page 69 of Slate
I tilt my hips as I feel his cock rub over my g-spot. Normally he’ll give me at least two orgasms from his mouth alone, but today I can’t wait.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
“Come for me, darlin’…” His breath is hot against my face. He lifts his hips and makes a movement that practically has my eyeballs rolling back in my head.
“Oh God!” I scream out as I come.
“Fuck, that’s it!” Slate gasps as his hips give a final thrust and he buries himself balls deep. With a roar, he shoots his release into me.
I’m lying there enjoying the aftershocks as Slate’s hand lazily traces circles on my belly. That’s when I feel it. A sense of peace that I haven’t known in years. Here under the open sky, on the blanket overlooking the land where we’ll build our future.
Being with Slate is like a dream come true. Slate is the only man I could ever see myself settling down with and I thank God that he feels the same way. Us building a life together in the shadow of his family legacy feels right.
I never thought I’d find my happily ever after with a hot biker and live at his clubhouse, but I’m loving it.
