I lean down, kissing her as I play with her hard nipples, teasing them, pinching and pulling in ways that I know she loves. I feel my cock sliding inside of her deeper. I try to be as gentle as I can when she’s pregnant, but this is killing me. I’m afraid I’m going to lose control.

“Don’t let me hurt you, Beauty,” I whisper.

In answer, I feel Hayden’s fingers push into my thighs. She pulls me deeper into her body, her sweet pussy taking me in completely, as I slide home. I force myself to hold still, giving her time to get used to me, but as I feel her body begin to move up and down on my shaft, I take over. As fun as it might be to let her fuck herself and just use me like she wants, I need more this time.

I set an even pace, moving slow and steady. Our gazes lock as I move in and out of her and she meets me with her body. Soon, we’re moving in unison, our bodies pulling us into heaven as we kiss one another, relaying without words, just how we feel.

“I’m close,” she cries, tearing her mouth from mine.

I bring my fingers to her clit, pressing against the throbbing button, rubbing it while my cock continues to tunnel in and out of her. I can feel my body tightening, heat moving down my legs and through my back. I’m going to come. I can’t hold back.

“Come for me, Hayden. I want to feel you come all over my cock,” I demand, picking up speed. I’m beyond thought—all I can do is feel. The minute Hayden’s orgasm starts, her body trembling beneath mine as she calls out my name, I let go.

I release stream after stream of cum deep inside of her, painting her womb. Our bodies glide together, without missing a thrust. Not willing to break apart, I move us so that she’s on top of me and I’m underneath. We continue kissing, holding onto one another, riding out wave after wave of pleasure…

Together.

Beast

I look at the passing landscape and I’m surprised at how calm I feel. I expected that emptiness that haunted me here before to come back. I expected pain and bitterness, but I can honestly say this is the first trip that I haven’t felt that. I still think of Annabelle, still feel the pain, but it’s no different than what I feel every day. Being in Kentucky hasn’t made it more intense—it’s the same. Just like being so close to the place where I last saw her doesn’t burn like it used to.

Being back here has actually been… good. Watching Hayden defend the club to Lucy clicked something into place. There was a feeling of rightness inside of me that I haven’t felt in so long that I’d almost forgotten it. If I’m honest, I’m not sure I’ve felt it since the early days with the Devil’s Blaze.

Being on the back of a bike—although a loaner from Sabre—and breathing in the Kentucky air has also been nice. It took me and Hayden a bit to get settled and I love North Carolina, but there’s just something about the mountain air and simplicity that envelopes you on a Kentucky backroad. I don’t know where I’m going. I just know that Skull and Torch said they had something they wanted to show me. I’ve been itching for a ride, so I didn’t really ask questions. As I follow behind though, the road is as familiar as the back of my hand. We’re headed in the direction of River Rock Park. It was Annabelle’s favorite place. I’d always bring her out here and swing her on the swings. They’re large blue ones with safety belts on them. Memories filter through my mind.

“Swing me higher, Daddy!” She would demand with the sweetest giggle.

Her laugh was beautiful. There was nothing like it in the world. I can still remember the sound of it and the loss of having it in my life is profound. Not hearing that laugh makes each day a little grayer. Not having my daughter turns each day a little colder, even with Connor and Ryker. It’s a wound that never truly heals, even with the love that my Beauty has given me. Still, the pain isn’t as intense, and I can breathe through it now. It doesn’t consume me, and I feel Annabelle with me, so that I know some day I will have her in my arms again. She’s out there beyond my reach.

But she is there.

Life that precious doesn’t just end. Energy that pure and good lives on.

As if to prove my point, the scent of strawberries moves around me. It’s a scent that comes to me often, providing comfort and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt my Annabelle is surrounding me again. The thought makes me smile, as I pull my bike up beside Skull and look out over the park.

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