Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
She moves her hips in perfect rhythm, just like she should, while at the same time sitting up and pulling off her shirt to expose her perfect tits. My cock pulses. No, not yet. I bite the inside of my cheek and run a hand up her back, pulling her down so her breasts are in my face.
My tongue traces her areola, and I gently close my lips around her nipple, drawing a soft gasp from her plump lips. Built to perfection. That’s what Ivy is.
Her hips buck faster on my thickness, and I feel her juices dripping down onto my thighs and lower abs. She’s loving this, just like she should be.
“You like that?” I whisper, letting my lips graze against her ear.
She nods, eyes closed as she clings to me, lost in the moment. “Yes, Daddy…”
Her pussy is pulsing, so wet and so tight. We’re rocking faster now, my cock nearly bottomed out inside her as my hips piston, driving my strokes into her with a torrential lust.
“You liked watching me fight, didn’t you?” I ask.
“Yes,” she gasps, clutching my neck as she grinds faster. “You’re so fucking tough, Slate. You almost died saving me. You make me feel so incredible.”
I feel her heartbeat against mine, her breath on my skin, a tiny film of sweat from her breasts against my chest as she grinds faster and faster, taking my dick all the way down to the base.
I’m so fucking in love with this woman.
I nearly lost her, but nothing like that will ever happen again.
Ivy mewls, shakes, and quivers as she orgasms, and her pussy contractions are all I need to send me soaring over the edge. I spray my seed inside her, drilling my cock as deep as possible, pulling her hips down on me as I unload.
I snatch a fistful of her hair and tug as she shrieks and convulses as she’s wracked with bliss. Waves of heat pass through me as we bond–me and my soul mate, expressing our undying, unyielding love as we lock together in mutual euphoria.
I don’t know where things will go from here. How her dad will take it, or if I can patch things up with Saxon. But what I do know is that Ivy will be right there with me the whole way.
And I’ll never let her leave my side.
EPILOGUE
SLATE
Five years later…
Ivy is glowing. It’s not even sunny today; it’s just her natural radiance she carries with her everywhere. I stare at her as she bends over one of the custom bikes we’re working on for a client, here at Black Iron Bikes, the shop we founded together four years ago.
She’s balancing our youngest boy, Thomas, on her hip, while he tugs at her sleeve, begging for her attention. She’s laughing, he’s laughing. Whenever I hear those sweet sounds, my chest always feels like it’s about to burst from my heart, stretching bigger and bigger just to hold the love I have for her, for them.
Five years. Five years since I almost lost her, since my past nearly tore us apart. Five years since she walked into hell for me and I put my life on the line for her.
And now she’s mine.
Since then, it’s been nothing but perfection. Frank protested about us dating initially, but he gave in quickly once he and I got to know each other. “You’re good for my daughter,” I still remember him saying to me. “She’s happy when she’s with you. You just make sure you take care of her.”
I swore to him I would and spent the next two months helping him get his shop back together, putting in man-hours free of charge to make up for the damage I’d inadvertently cost him.
Since things were sorted out with Frank, Saxon had no problem with me coming back to the Heartless Bastards. His wife, Tammy, and Ivy get along like best friends now, and we go over to their place at least once a week for dinner and to let the kids play. They’re one ahead of us with three.
Our garage has become a huge success as well. Initially we started it just hoping we’d have something small we could call our own, but pretty soon we were getting more business than we could handle, and we had to hire some of the Bastards so we could keep up with all the orders. It’s actually a great system; we get orders to build custom bikes, and when they need work done, we send them to Frank’s. He and I like to joke that we’re building a family empire.
And then there’s our home life…
I had a rule around the house for the first month of our relationship, and that was that Ivy could only wear panties around the house. That’s it. Nothing more.
What can I say? I’m obsessed with my wife.