And I’m not. I had plenty of it between the ages of fourteen when I lost my virginity to an older sweet butt at the club and the time that I popped Chelsea’s cherry. I’d known once I touched Chelsea that there would be no going back.
I pull her on top of me, settling her so that her soft, wet cunt is lying on top of my hard dick. “We’re going to be here for a while.”
“I hope not here in the Misery clubhouse.” She wiggles on top of me until the head of my dick is pushing at the entrance of her wet heat.
“Nah, we’ll get an apartment or a house. You can go to school. We’ll visit Judge and when this is all over, we’ll go back.” I plant my feet on the mattress and press upward until the head slips inside her. We lie like that for a heartbeat, waiting for her body to adjust to the intrusion. Blood pulses in my groin. I’m having trouble paying attention. Her nipples tighten into hard points that she rubs against my chest.
“I like that idea.”
“What about this idea?” I flip her over and drive into her in one swift motion.
She cries out, a sound of shock and pleasure. “You feel so good.”
“Baby, baby,” I chant as I quicken my pace. “I love you so goddamned much.”
“Oh Wrecker. I love you. I’ve always loved you. Will always love you.”
Her words send me spiraling out of control. I jack into her, pounding out the arousal she stirred downstairs. She cries and moans underneath me, her hips pushing up and up and up until I feel her find her own pleasure.
I let go and allow the electric orgasm to sweep me up and break me into tiny pieces only Chelsea can put back together.
We haven’t solved every problem. The Trainor issue hasn’t gone away. The Misery MC is a fucking mess. I’m still on parole and Chelsea will always be my stepsister. That bothers her more than it should.
But we have the utter fucking joy we bring to each other, not just when we’re making love but each and every moment we’re together. And that? That is enough to overshadow every problem, every irritation, and every other thing that exists. So long as we’re together.
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