Page 6 of Brother's Best Friend Biker Affair

Chapter Six

Two Years Later

I let out a kind of primal scream that made me feel pretty darned foolish. I mean, I might blush if not for the fact that I’m cumming so hard that it’s pretty much impossible for me to really feel embarrassed about the foolishness. It’s pretty hard for me to feel anything negative at all. “Evan!” I manage to croak out after the scream.

It’s so weird to think that there was a time in my life when I thought I would never be able to achieve orgasm when I thought the very idea of an orgasm was something denied me, something I would never get to experience at all. I guess that’s just the kind of silliness a girl goes through when she’s growing up and really doesn’t understand anything at all, right? I guess that’s…

“Evan!” I scream as a particularly powerful burst of sensation rushes over me.

Yeah, I don’t guess anything at the moment. It’s too impossible when I’m clinging onto the man I love and his cock is deep inside of me. When I say I’m clinging onto him, I mean it, too. My hands clutch his shoulders and I imagine if I had the strength, my fingers might just dig right into his muscles. But my legs are wrapped around him, crossed at the ankles. I cling to Evan’s body with my legs, too.

None of this clinging is voluntary. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m sure that if I were offered a chance, I would choose to cling. It’s not that I’m being forced to do it or something like that. I just mean that I do it automatically rather than by choosing to do it. I just hold it tightly with my hands and with my legs as well. My body does it without bothering to check with my mind to see how my brain feels about it.

Evan’s thrusts are powerful and steady. I’m erratic and wild. I mean, I can’t really move now in any kind of thoughtful way. On the contrary, I just wiggle my hips from side to side and pull myself up by my legs to meet his thrusts. Once again, this is not a voluntary thing. My body does it all automatically. I like to think my body does it to make things better for Evan. I’m pretty sure, though, that my body is a selfish little bitch moving for her own enjoyment.

It has the effect I want, though, and the effect I’m sure Evan wants, too. He moves faster, and I find myself repeating, “Yes, Baby! Yes!” as he does. When he kind of growls and thrusts forward hard, my orgasm explodes with far greater intensity as he cums. There’s something about knowing that I’ve given him pleasure that just drives me absolutely wild. It intensifies the pleasure I experience and really adds an overpowering emotional pleasure to the situation as well.

I move crazily beneath him. Again, I’d like to think it’s for his pleasure. Again, I know it’s my body being selfish because of the pleasure I receive. Who cares, though, right? It’s powerful and intense, and Evan has no complaints. I’ve got no complaints either. Of course, if I did, I wouldn’t be able to voice them. I can pretty much only moan, scream, and say, “Yes, Evan!” or say, “Yes, Baby!”

Damn, this is good!

Eventually, I can’t move anymore. My body shakes and the pleasure just takes over completely so I just end up holding him tightly. I want to beg him to stay inside of me. That doesn’t make a lot of sense because he always waits to pull out until after my legs loosen up. He’s not going anywhere. He never does. I always feel a need to beg him to stay inside of me, though. I have no idea why.

I kiss his neck and his shoulders and his jawline and then, he pulls out of me before I want him to. I groan and then giggle. See, the thing that happens before he pulls out of me is that the baby cries. “Guess I got a little too loud,” I say with another giggle.

“What in the world am I going to do with you?” he asks with a laugh.

I roll on top of him and say, “Well, your little wifey is going to take care of our little girl. Once she’s happy and sleeping, I’m going to take a nice, long shower. I guess you could step in the shower with me if you want and do anything in the world you feel like doing.”

The baby cries again and I groan. “But Sarah first.”

He chuckles and lifts me up and off the bed. “Get to it then!” he says with a smile. “That shower is calling for me.” Then, Evan kisses me, turns me around, and then lands a firm spank on my rear. I squeal and run for the door, laughing the whole way. I grab my robe from the hook on the door first and then hurry down the hall.

Later, as I set her down, freshly changed and sleeping peacefully, I realized that I somehow ended up with a fantasy life. How does that happen to a girl when she’s not even trying?

Who cares? It’s a pretty darned wonderful life.

I can’t stop smiling as I make my way to the bathroom to hop in the shower and wait for my sexy, sweet, and perfect outlaw biker hubby.

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