Page 81 of Riding Free

Fuck yeah, and I want her, too. Sinking deep inside her, I bury my cock in her warm cunt before I tug her closer to me, her ass resting on the edge of the counter. Shifting back until only the head of my cock is inside her, I sink back inside, thrusting my hips.

I fuck her, gripping her hips as I hold on to her. It’s not hard and fast. It’s slow, with a rhythm I try to keep even and somewhat gentle… for now. Her eyes stare into mine, her lips parted in what I hope is awe as I move inside her.

Sliding one of my hands from her hip, my fingers dance up her side until I curl my fingers around her breast and hold on to her there. My hips roll as my thumb glides across her hardened nipple.

“Brock, you feel so damn good,” she whimpers.

Mission accomplished—awe.

I touch my forehead to hers. My fingers massage her tit. I grip her flesh there, loving how fucking soft and perfect she is. I grind my pelvis against her clit, hoping like fuck that she’ll come soon.

Because I’m right there.

So goddamn close.

My back tingles and my balls draw up. My body might take over without my permission, even if I’m trying to control it. Clenching my jaw tightly, I gnash my teeth together in an effort not to come before her.

I watch as Keely’s head falls back, her tit is pushed harder into my hand, my fingers automatically flex around it, and I can feel her cunt flutter around my cock. Begging to milk me.

God-fucking-damn, I’m so close.

I could let go right now and come deep inside her sweet pussy.

My hips continue to roll, grinding my pelvis harder and harder with each downstroke against her clit. Straightening my back slightly, I continue to fuck her, my gaze searching her face. She’s lost, chasing her release, and it’s fucking gorgeous.

Then it happens. I feel her pussy strangle me, ripping my orgasm from me. No more control. It snaps like a rubber band being pulled too tightly. I bury myself deep inside her cunt, my balls drawing up, my back tingling, and my cock pulsing as I empty into her welcoming, warm body.

Keely cries out, drowning out the growl that escapes my own throat. I can feel her body trembling, her pussy throbbing around me, milking every ounce of my cum from my body.

My wife.

My perfect fucking wife.

Leaning forward slightly, I bury my face in her neck as I continue to lazily move in and out of her body. My lips touch her throat, my tongue tastes her, and I realize that this, right here, being inside her, is as close to heaven as I’ll ever be.

And it’s at this moment that the realization hits me. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes, still buried deep inside her. My gaze searches hers, and my lips curve up into a grin.

I love her.

Maybe I loved her that first week we were together when I didn’t even know her last name. Maybe it happened when I saw her a year later with our daughter. Maybe it did when we took our vows and I gave her my last name.

I don’t know when it happened, and honest to fuck, I don’t care because it doesn’t change a damn thing.

“I love you, Keely.”

CHAPTER

SIXTY-TWO

KEELY

Brock’s words take me by surprise, but not necessarily because he’s said them. It’s because I was thinking them as well. Because it’s true. I love him, every damn part of him, and I think I have for a long time. I just didn’t allow myself to think about it, to feel it, because I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again.

Reaching up, I curl my fingers around his neck and hold on to him, flexing my thighs as I hold him still and inside me. My gaze searches his, and then my lips curve up into a smile.

“I love you, too, Brock. So damn much.”

He shifts his face closer, his mouth touching mine, and then his tongue slips inside, and he tastes me thoroughly. He loves me. I love him. We’re married, and we have a baby together. I don’t know if this is what happiness is, but I know I’ve never felt so at peace as I do with Brock.