Rowe (Henchmen MC Next Generation 4)

It wasn’t the first time we’d used toys during sex. Hell, Billie’s collection of toys was expansive and always growing, and I never turned down a chance to try one with her, but we’d never used something quite like this before.

“Told you,” she told me with hooded eyes as her movements got sloppier and disjointed, like they often did when she was getting close. Which always made her lose the orgasm before she could grab ahold of it.

Grabbing her around the waist, I knifed up, dropping her onto the couch and getting on top, wasting no time.

I fucked her hard and fast and deep as my finger found the remote button and held.

Her whimpers became moans that turned into cries that bounced off the walls in the house, driving me closer and closer to that edge with her.

“Rowe, I’m going to…” she panted, trying to catch her breath, but failing as her nails raked down my back and arm.

“Come for me, baby,” I growled, fucking her harder still as the vibrations moved through both of us.

And then she was coming, her pussy squeezing my cock hard and fast as the toy continued to vibrate, creating this new sensation that had me powerless to stop my orgasm as it slammed through my system, damn near making me pass out from the intensity of it.

I collapsed onto her afterward and she wrapped me up with arms and legs while the aftershocks coursed through both of us this time.

“Wow,” Billie said when I finally managed to get some strength back into my arms, enough to press up to look down at her, finding her beautiful face serene and heavy-lidded.

“Yeah,” I agreed, watching as she pressed her lips together. “What?” I asked.

“So, ah, you know those ice cream cups we were gonna give the kids?” she asked, making a laugh bubble up and burst out of me.

“Want me to grab them and meet you in the bedroom in five?” I asked.

“That’s a splendid plan. Now, if you could talk my legs into joining in so I can walk there, that’d be great,” she said, grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me down for a long, lingering kiss that left my lips feeling tingly. “Okay. I think that convinced them to pull their weight,” she said, pressing a hand into my chest until I sat up then climbed off the couch.

“Five minutes,” she demanded, giving me a firm nod, then turning and walking away from me.

I was helpless but to watch her ass as she went.

But then I yanked up my pants, put the remote in my pocket, let the dogs back inside, then grabbed the ice cream to head back to my woman.

And I found her.

Sitting on the floor.

Putting the sex swing back together.

“Woman, you are going to kill me,” I declared, shaking my head at her.

“Oh, but what a way to go, right?” she asked, beaming up at me.

And she was right.

So I sat my ass down on the floor with her to put it together, both of us taking turns feeding the other some ice cream while we worked.

Then we went ahead and gave it a good workout until we were both so spent that we barely made it back to the bed.

“Hey, Rowe?” she called about an hour later as we both dozed on and off, not fully committed to sleep, but our bodies spent.

“Yeah, babe?” I asked, stroking my hand down her hair.

“I just realized something.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a full moon,” she declared, pushing up to look down at me.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, a choked laugh escaping me.

“Hey now, I distinctly remember you saying that if you ever complained about fucking me outside under the full moon, that there was a problem with you,” she said, sliding off of me, and going to the closet to get the lunar blanket she always dragged out when she got a wild hair about fucking in the moonlight.

“I do vaguely remember saying that,” I agreed, folding upright.

What was it that I said about spending the rest of my life with Billie?

Insane.

But so much fun.

And that was exactly what it was like.