Beauty and the Biker (Ghost Riders MC 2)

She sheds a few more tears, and I lean down, kissing them away. I kiss her lashes and cheeks, and then make my way to her lips. Once our mouths connect, I’m lost. Her kisses are like a drug, and I drown in euphoria. Our tongues taste one another, remembering the dance we never forgot. I hold her face in my hands, and her arms and legs automatically wrap around my body as if no time has passed. My body and hers, aligning as always, perfectly in sync, like time has stood still.

I’m hard as a rock and stiff with primal need. I push her skirt up and press my jean-covered erection to her warmth. We both moan at the sensation, and I pull back, taking my clothes off.

“Get naked, shortcake. I need to fuck you into the next century.”

She looks at me and blushes a little. She’s shy like never before, and I pause, my jeans halfway off.

“What’s wrong? Is this too fast? Fuck, was I reading this wrong? I thought for sure this was make-up sex.”

“No, no, Abe. I want to. It’s just…my body’s changed a lot since the baby, and I don’t look like I used to.” She tugs at her t-shirt a little, and I lean down over her, pushing her hands away.

“Baby, there’s not an inch of you I don’t love, and seeing as I’ve missed out on every inch of you for the past three years, now is not the time to be shy. I’m the one who’s all scarred-up, and you’re this perfect bombshell. You’re the beauty to my beast.”

Julie laughs a little, and I help her take her clothes off. Once she’s completely naked, I look at her body, seeing a few small scars on her stomach from being pregnant. “The only differences are these,” I say, leaning down and kissing each one. “And they’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Stop it, Abe. You don’t have to lie to me. I got as big as a house carrying your son” She tries to push me away, but I sit up and pin her arms above her head.

“I’ve never fucking lied to you, Julie, and I never will. Your body carried my baby, and I’m sick thinking about how I missed out on that. I wanted nothing more than to see you pregnant with my child and make a family with you. I know I fucked that up, and I missed out on the chance, but I plan on knocking you up again to make up for lost time.”

“Abe, it’s been a long time, and I’m not naïve. I’m sure you’ve been with other people, so you should wear a condom, and we can have that talk another time. I’m not on the pill either.”

“I hope you’re not saying you’ve been with someone else, because I sure as shit haven’t. I’m married to you, baby, and even if I wasn’t, there’s not a person on this planet other than you I can get hard for. I haven’t even thought of another woman since the moment I saw you in that store aisle. Plastering my house with your picture didn’t work, so I haven’t so much as jerked off in nearly three years. At this point, you could breathe on me and I’d cum.” I lean down close to her mouth, inches away from her lips. “You tell me right now if you’ve been with someone else.”

“No, Abe. There’s only ever been you.”

I sit up and pull my shirt off, showing her the necklace I wear. She reaches up and touches my wedding ring that’s hanging on the chain, and then looks into my eyes.

“I took it off my finger and put in around my neck. You’ve always been my wife, and you’ve always been right next to my heart.” I grab the chain and give it a pop, breaking it, and taking the ring off. I give it to Julie, and after a second of hesitation, she slides it on my ring finger, where it will stay until the day I die.

I reach down and touch the dog tags lying between her breasts, seeing them as a symbol of my claim to her and of our bond. “I’ve only ever been yours, baby.”

She caresses the scars across my chest and arms, feeling all the places I’ve been injured. Looking into her eyes, I expect to see pity, but my girl is strong and doesn’t disappoint me. “Your scars remind me of what we’ve overcome. Take me, Abe. Make my body remember what it’s like to be owned by you.”

Hearing the words makes me harder, and I can feel the pre-cum drip off the end of my cock. “That’s right, baby. I’m the only one who’s ever been in that pussy, and I’m the only one who’s ever going to be in it.”

I kick off my jeans and the rest of my clothes as I kiss her neck, and then move to her chest, licking and sucking her nipples. I take her big tits in my hands, and go back and forth, nibbling on them just the way she likes it. She grips my hair and holds me closer to her, and I feel her hips rocking under me, her pussy begging for attention. I reluctantly move away from her tits and go down her body, only letting them go because I know the real prize is her sweet, sweet cunt. Before I get to her honey pot, I stop and look at the stretch marks on her belly. I don’t know how, but they make her even sexier. Knowing that she got these carrying my baby, growing my seed, it makes me harder.

I shoulder my way between her thighs and press my nose against her mound. Her hair is so white blonde here too, her pussy almost looks like it’s bare. She smells better than my dreams, and I close my eyes, just savoring it. After a moment, she pushes her pussy up against me, letting me know she wants my attention.