No one has ever pleasured me the way she does. She’s phenomenal. Not only sexually, but mentally, intelligently, emotionally… she’s the strongest woman I’ve ever met.
My hips thrust of their own accord and the tip hits the back of her throat as I begin to lose control. I know how much she likes sucking me, it always sets me off.
I want to fuck her face every single time.
With a deep growl, I hold her jaw open and ram myself inside. The choking and gagging starts my orgasm tingling along my spine. With a tug on my sack, I shove myself as deep as I can and come, choking her once more.
She licks me clean and she’s so thorough, I become too sensitive and begin to tremble. “So good,” I sag against the wall, the shower spraying warm water down the right side of my body.
Alicia grins, wiping her lips clean. “Definitely under three.”
“You say that like it’s a good thing, and while it strokes your ego, it does nothing for mine.” I hold my hand out to help her to her feet and notice her knees are red from kneeling. “Mama, why didn’t you tell me it was hurting you?”
“I don’t mind a little discomfort when it comes to you, Quin.”
I hook my arm around her waist and kiss her swollen lips. “I just don’t want you to be in pain because of me.”
“I’m not. Not anymore. Not that we’re together now.”
“I love you, Mama.” I tuck a piece of wet hair behind her ear. “It’s always been you.”
“It’s always been you too, even when it wasn’t.”
I know what she’s talking about. When she was married to that piece-of-shit ex of hers. “It’s because you were born to be mine.” I caress her lips again with mine, sighing in pure happiness that I get to feel them again. “I have to get ready to meet the guys. I’ll drop you off at home?” I ask her, keeping my palms against her cheek so she doesn’t look away from me.
I’m waiting for her to be disgusted to look at me. It’s got to be horrendous to stare at someone like me. Maybe a little unsettling. Freaky, even.
But every time I wait, I’m always left surprised.
One day, I’ll stop expecting her to realize she decided to love a monster and accept the fact that for some crazy reason, she’s deciding to love me.
I’ll look forward to that day.
“I guess I can wait that long to see you again.” She laces her arms behind me, and her hands fall to my ass. “It’ll be torture.”
“I know, but I’ll be there soon. Not going to let another day pass where you aren’t glued to my side.”
“I like the sound of that,” she grins, showing off her perfect teeth. “I need to wash up too, you know.” She stands under the spray and begins to wash all that gorgeous hair.
I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist, taking one last look at her before I head into the room. Once I’m dried off, I get dressed in a simple pair of jeans from the duffel bag I brought. Next, I find a worn shirt with a few holes in it—eh, it’s still good for a few more years—then tug it over my head. It’s a simple black Hanes tee, nothing special, but holy fuck, it’s so soft from thousands of washes.
Since it’s a part of my routine, I slip the patch over my eye without thinking, then my cut. I spin around when I hear the shower turn off. Alicia steps out in a towel and how the hell my cock has the energy to take notice, I won’t understand, but it’s impossible not to. The towel stops mid-thigh and she has the front tucked in under her left arm, but when she sees me, she tosses it away.
Her tits are perky and round, then her waist dips in just before her wide hips round before coming to tone legs. Alicia’s body is made for carrying children and I can’t wait to give her more.
She takes her time as she struts forward, brushing her tits across my arm as she reaches into the duffel bag to grab her clothes I brought.
“A dangerous game, Mama.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She slips on her panties, and I have to look away before I toss her on the bed again. What she does to me… it isn’t fair to my body. After putting on her yoga pants and a tank top, she grabs her purse from the chair.
She begins to walk away, then twists her hair up in a bun, tucking the ends around the knot. I don’t know how it stays, some kind of woman magic I have no idea about. “Ready?”
“Horrible.” I snatch the bag from the table. “Just horrible.”
She giggles and begins to run to the door, and I sprint after her. She squeals when we enter the hall and I smile. I chase her until we get outside, passing people that give us odd looks, but we don’t care. We’re too focused on each other. When the hot morning air hits us, I snag her just before she tries to dash across the street where my bike is parked.
“If you run, I’ll catch you.”
“That’s the fun of it.”
I kiss the side of her neck, hating that this perfect fantasy is coming to an end. I don’t want it to end, but reality awaits. “Come on, Mama. Let’s get you home.”
I hand over her helmet after she settles in behind me on the bike, and then she wraps her arms around my waist. Her fingers slide under the hem of my shirt and tease the skin there. The engine revs when I punch the throttle, the vibrations shaking the engine.
Alicia’s chin hits my shoulder and I hear her gasp from the feeling of strong steel between our legs. I love how affected she gets.
The ride home is shorter than I want it to be. I want her hands on me a bit longer, but I can’t press pause on time.
“I’ll see you later, Mama. Give our girl a hug and kiss for me.”
“Will do, Bear.” She blows me a kiss and skips to the front door. My eye remains glued to her ass.
Goddamn, I’m one lucky man.
Once the door closes and she’s safe, I force myself to drive away and remember I have orders from the Prez. My ankle twinges in the brace, but it’s manageable while I ride. It really doesn’t hurt too bad like it did at first.
My life is finally coming together. I’m happy.
A feeling I never thought I’d say.
I roll to stop at the stop sign as a black truck passes me, creeping by in a way that has my instincts screaming to reach for my gun on the side of my cut pocket. I can’t see inside the windows, they are too tinted, but the truck speeds up at the last moment, the engine grumbling quickly as it gets further away from me.
Maybe the guy thought he recognized me and decided he didn’t.
Not wanting to think about it anymore, I start the short journey to the dispensary, riding along the ocean and watching the waves crash against the shore while salt lingers in the air.
I take a quick glance over to the boardwalk. It’s like there’s a big hole in the skyline where the Ferris wheel used to be. To me, it’s like it never happened because it feels so long ago. They are already starting to rebuild, a bigger one this time.
And I’ll be damned if I’m getting on it.
A few minutes later, I pull into the back of the shop where the truck is parked. Damn it, Homer and Arrow are here, and they are fighting as Kansas, Colt, and Carson are unloading.
I thought Homer and Arrow weren’t allowed to be around one another? I park my bike and hang my helmet up.