Page 66 of Loyal
He beams at me. “That makes you the VP’s old lady. How does that feel?”
“Spectacular. I do have one demand, though,” I tell him.
“What is it?” he whispers against my lips.
“Put a shirt on. I don’t want to share what’s mine with others.”
He growls. “You being possessive is hot as fuck.”
Then he kisses me senseless, making me forget why I was anxious in the first place.
Having Sami on the back of my bike is a dream come true. I have imagined how her hands would feel wrapped around me, the way her body would cling to me as we take a curve, but my imagination couldn’t do it justice.
Having her behind me is better than anything I could have come up with and feels more natural with each ride we take. It feels right. Like this is where she has always belonged.
I take the backroads, avoiding traffic as I head out of town to a secluded area only the club knows about. We don’t come here often, but it’s a nice quiet place to clear your head. Exactly what Sami needs today.
When we pull up to the open lot, I help her off. Then I pull the blanket tied neatly to my bike and put my arm around her.
“Oh? A blanket for our spontaneous date. It’s almost like you planned this,” she teases.
“Nah. I always keep one on the bike in case I need to impress you. Like now.” I tell her, leading her to the only thing on the property other than nature. One lone picnic table.
It’s old and weathered, but I lay the blanket over it, then turn and grab Sami by the hips and set her on the table.
“Five-star service. I don’t even have to lift myself up,” she jokes, draping her arms around my shoulders as I fit myself between her legs.
“Anything to make your life easier.” I lean in, kissing her softly before wrapping her in a bear hug.
She sighs, relaxing into me as she holds me just as tight.
We stay like that for several minutes, enjoying the silence.
“I wish it could be like this always,” she finally murmurs.
“It will be. One day we will be able to be happy together. Farrah will accept us. Billy will be a thing of the past. The only concern you will have is how sore your pussy will be from the way I plan to fuck you like a rabbit.”
She laughs, throwing her head back. “I guess I should be glad you’re young. You have all the energy and stamina to follow through on that promise.”
I cup her cheek. “I want to make up for the decades of neglect. I want you so sore that you don’t remember what it feels like without my cock sunk deep inside of you. I want you so satisfied that even a stranger walking down the street can tell you got dicked down.”
Her body shivers at my words. It’s a warm morning leading into a hot day, so I know it’s me that has caused it.
“I think you should deliver on your promise now. Better make it quick though. We only have an hour before you have to be back,” she taunts me.
“Challenge accepted.” I pull her off the table before turning her body and bending it over the picnic table.
She looks back over her shoulder at me, eyes bright with excitement.
Reaching around, I undo her jeans before pulling them and panties down in one go. Then I slide my fingers through her pussy, smirking when I find her wet and ready.
“Is all of this for me?” I ask, offering my fingers for her to taste.
She sucks them in greedily, licking every last bit of her essence from them. Her cheeks redden when my fingers make an audible sound as they pop out of her mouth.
“The bike, you, all of it turns me on.”
Her words have my cock jerking inside of my pants. This woman is perfect for me. All mature and full-grown. It was like God made her for me then told her to wait a little while because I would be coming to find her one day.
