Page 41 of Anchor

I growl at her teasing, and tear her panties from her body, and she looks at me wide-eyed.

“Shouldn’t have teased me, especially on our anniversary,” I admit, then slam my lips against her parted ones, and she melts instantly.

I chuck her panties to the floor, knowing full well I’ll be putting them in my drawer later, and thrust two fingers inside her, hard and fast, and within minutes, fucking minutes, I feel her walls flutter, making my dick twitch with the need to come.

I silently will it down, only wanting this to be about Heaven, but she has other ideas as she reaches between us, unbuttons my jeans, and pulls down the zipper. I break the kiss, placing her forehead against mine.

I breathe heavily, my balls tight as she cups my dick with her soft hand, bringing it out of the confines of my jeans, and I gasp, “I thought you said no sex….”

Heaven smirks and states, “No sex on your terms, definitely sex on mine,” then slams her lips against mine, hard, and I moan as she guides my dick to her entrance, not needing any other consent from this amazing woman, I thrust my hips forward, then back, hard and fast, keeping momentum.

Heaven breaks the kiss and throws her head back, moaning, “Oh wow….” As I hit her G-spot, my mouth instantly goes to herexposed neck, my teeth digging in as I try to hold off my orgasm, not willing to come before her.

“Fucking hell, he has a woman in there, doesn’t he?” I hear Art inquire curiously.

Heaven moans louder as I reach between us and press down hard on her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, her cunt beginning to squeeze me.

“He fucking does! Yo, Cazza, who the fuck is Anchor fucking?”Bulldozer shouts, and I just hear Cazza’s words, “I don’t know anything,” as my girl comes with such force that her body shakes, and she screams, “Travis!”

“Lucky fucker,” I hear Art say before he gasps, “fuck, did she just call him Travis?” but I ignore him and thrust five more times before I bottom out, keeping my dick deep inside her as I fill her up, nipping her bottom lip, my groans echoing.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I admit after a few minutes, and she smiles at me, her cheeks flushed.

She looks just-fucked, and she looks fucking good….

I gently caress her lips before I remove myself from inside her, and put my dick away. Without thinking anything through, just acting on instinct, on memory, I keep eye contact and slowly place two fingers at Heaven's entrance and push them inside her, making her gasp.

My dick twitches yet again as I curl my fingers and scoop our releases, and pull them back out, bringing my hand up between us, showing her our combined release. Then I place my two digits at her lips, which she parts instantly, taking them into her mouth. And without breaking eye contact, she sucks them clean,just like she used to. I groan, removing them before slamming my lips onto hers in a bruising kiss, my tongue instantly pushing into her mouth, tangling it with hers, tasting us together, and fuck me, it tastes divine.

An hour later, after another round on my chair, I sit on it with my bare back touching the leather and my wife straddling me, her bare ass sitting on my boxer-covered cock which hardens by the second as she holds my tattoo gun, gently doing the outline to the angel wings she drew me in high school over my left peck, the date we got married on one wing and the date we got together on the other wing.

It’s not the first time I’ve had her tattoo me, and I know it won’t be the last.

“I cannot believe you are getting me to do this when I screwed up majorly eleven years ago,” she mumbles as she scrunches her brow, concentrating.

I hum, and state, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, and you can’t think of your first time as screwing up, Angel. You didn’t know how hard to press.”

She stops what she’s doing and looks up at me with a raised brow, and reminds me, “I caused you to bleed and gave you a four-inch scar on your hip.”

I grin and admit, “And I fucking love it. In my eyes, that is your claiming mark. Now, finish your job.”

She shakes her head, a smile building as she does as I demanded, and my eyes take her in, wearing just my tank top. Her eleven-week bump is not even showing yet.

Cazza knocked after we’d finished and shouted that she’d sent the brothers home and was locking up, then demanded drinks with my wife for an explanation, and I messaged my dad, asking if he’d pick Micha up and take him to his friend’s house where he’s sleeping over.

I love my son, I do, but I need some time with his mother.

“You're staring,” she mumbles as she dips the gun in more ink.

I smirk and reply, “You are all I want to look at.”

“Charmer,” she chirps, and I grin, admitting, “Only to you,” causing her to stop what she’s doing and look at me. Her eyes race between mine, and I’m not sure what she sees, but whatever it is, her eyes tear up, and she confirms, “We’re going to make it.”

Fuck yes, it’s about fucking time she realized it!

I nod and agree, “Yeah, Angel, we are.” I gently kiss her lips, then lean back and allow her to ink my skin, feeling so fucking content.

I fuck her again.

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