Page 188 of Dagger

Warmth spread through my belly, and I whispered, “Johnny, I’m gonna come.”

“No,” he ordered. “You wait for me. We do that shit together.”

I smiled because John was right. In fact, he insisted on it.

“Stop rubbing my clit, then, baby,” I pleaded.

“You’ll take what I give you, Leesy,” he grunted. “Don’t you come until I’m there with ya.”

“I can’t take it,” I cried out.

“You can, baby,” he gritted out. “Just relax and feel.”

His strokes turned into deep thrusts, and his fingers gripped my hips harder. “Jesus, Leesy,” he muttered. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

The warmth in my stomach spread further. I let out a moan as I felt my pussy convulse around John’s cock.

“Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, thrusting harder into me. “Nearly there, Leesy. Get ready to pop.”

“Thank God.” I whimpered louder. Then, as I felt my climax building, I let out a keening cry, and my pussy clenched hard.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped. “Gonna come, baby.” His muscular hips rocked hard, and I bounced on John’s dick, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Eyes to me,” he breathed.

Glancing down, our stares locked, and my heart fluttered with love for my man. My entire body seized, and my orgasm ripped through me like a force-ten tornado.

“Fuck, yeah,” John rasped, holding me in place as his hips bucked uncontrollably. “Love you,” he groaned, his cum filling my belly with its warmth.

I tipped my head back and tried to regulate my sawing breaths. My heart raced, and my thighs quivered from the exertion I’d expended.

Riding John gave me the control I needed to make love to my husband.

Back when we went off on our road trip, John and I shared a bed, but we didn’t have sex until our wedding night—John’s choice. He wanted us to be man and wife before we did anything else except make out. We had to get married immediately because I may have been a woman in her early fifties, but John Stone was hot, and I wasn’t dead yet.

Our first time after so many years was so reverent and tender, and John was so careful with me that, of course, it went without a hitch. But the next night, he fucked me from behind while holding me down, and I freaked.

John was a mess, thinking he’d done something to trigger me, and I hated that he felt guilty. We were newlyweds, and all I wanted was for us to have a normal marriage after we’d lost each other for so many years.

But with Melanie’s help, we got through it and eventually enjoyed a healthy sex life because we learned our limits and the things we needed to work up to.

John told me he didn’t care how we did it as long as he got his dick wet—typical biker. Plus, he admitted he was getting old, and at least if I was on top, I could do all the work, and he wouldn’t put his back out by being over-enthusiastic.

John Stone was an asshole, but he was my asshole, and after half a lifetime without him, I could overlook the odd idiosyncrasy.

John banded his arms around my back, shuffling me to the side until we lay in bed facing each other.

“I love you.” He gave me one of his forehead kisses and pulled the sheet up to cover my body.

“Love you, too,” I whispered, gazing into the golden eyes I’d loved since I was sixteen. “It’s quiet. Where is everybody?”

“Cash and Cara took Wilder onto the beach, and Abe took Iris for breakfast to get some peace. Wilder won’t leave her alone, and you know he’s a lot.”

A giggle rose through me, and before I knew it, my face was shoved in John’s chest, and his shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Can’t believe those jokers turned up,” John choked out.

“I can.” I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes. “Cara would travel across the universe just to get a break from Wilder.”

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