Page 69 of Anchor

There wasn’t a second during the night that I wasn’t inside her, even asleep; my dick was where it belonged until I slowly woke her up, thrusting.

It was fucking perfect.

I’m not sure what happened in the gas station on the way to Texas, but one moment, she was hesitant, and the next, she wrapped herself in my arms, declaring her love. Come to think of it, I still need to ask her about that.

“Mm, that’s a sensitive spot, Anchor,” Amy whispers as she opens her legs further, showing her lace panties, and I roll my eyes.

The bitch tried sitting down without any on. As soon as she spread her legs, revealing her bare cunt with ginger pubes, proving her blonde hair is dyed. I threatened to kick her out until she put some on.

The only cunt I want to see is my wife’s, and preferably with my cock deep inside her….

I color in the wing of the butterfly as my mind goes back to our last night in Texas, and a small smile stretches across my face because, yes, I got my fucking wish, and I fucked my wife on my bike….

“Where are we?” Heaven asks as she passes me her helmet and looks at the view of the city, a spot Snake mentioned to me this morning, the lights shining in the sky, and I take her in.

Her white blonde hair is curled down her back, her light blue dress hugging her upper body, flaring at the knees, the Property of Anchor large on the back of her cut, something I’ve ensured she’s worn every fucking day.

She looks fucking beautiful, especially with the cowgirl boots she bought yesterday with my card, which made me fuckingproud that she used it, with a little pushing from the Devils’ old ladies.

“Snake suggested it…. Do you like it?” I ask as I climb off my bike and walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, pressing my face into her neck, and breathing deeply.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, leaning back against me, and everything in me relaxes.

I tighten my grip around her waist and whisper, “You’re beautiful and fucking worth it.”

I don’t know how long we stand here for, all I know is I’m so fucking content, and I don’t want to move, but it’s gotten colder, and I need to take my girl back to the motel.

Sighing, I murmur, “It’s getting cold, Angel. Let’s get going.”

She nods, but instead of moving out of my hold, she turns in my arms and grips my cut, her eyes racing between mine.

“Promise me something,” she demands, and I tilt my head.

“Anything for you,” I swear.

She licks her bottom lip and whispers, “Promise me you’ll bring me back, that we’ll have more moments like this." My heart races, her words hitting me right in the gut. "Promise me you’ll take Micha away on little trips like this…promise me you’ll put us first.”

I cup her cheek, and promise, “I will always put you and our children first. I swear I will bring you on more trips like this, and treat you like you deserve.”

She nods, her eyes tearing up as she rasps, “I’ll hold you to that,” and I slam my lips down on hers, needing to taste her, especially realizing I’m winning her back.

Our tongues instantly clash, and without thinking much about our surroundings, my hands go to her ass, and I lift her as if second nature. My wife wraps her legs around my waist, and I walk us back to my bike.

When close, I sit her ass on the bike, and her hands go to my jeans, undoing them, before she pulls my rock-hard cock out, making me moan into her mouth. As she gently squeezes it and then twists, I lose control like I hadn’t fucked her this morning. Twice.

Reaching between her legs, I grip her panties and pull them hard, tearing them from her body, before shoving the fabric in my jeans pocket. I knock her hand out of the way and grab my dick, squeezing it tightly, then place the tip at her entrance before thrusting forward hard.

She gasps against my mouth, moaning, but I swallow it just in case someone is close by, not wanting anyone to hear my wife.

I thrust my hips hard and fast, my bike wobbling with the motion, but I don’t stop, instead I kiss her harder, my dream of exactly this coming true.

I feel my spine tingle, my balls tightening, and I know I want to come, but I won’t until she does.

Without breaking the kiss, I reach between us and squeeze her clit, causing her to tense as her walls squeeze me tight, and her pussy gushes between us, squirting all over my cock. I swallow her screams as her orgasm takes her, and as soon as her walls flutter and her orgasm ebbs away, I finally let loose. My ballstighten to the point of pain before I burst and fill her up with my cum, painting her walls, and groaning into her mouth.

I move my hips until nothing is left, bottoming out, deep inside her. I slow the kiss before breaking it, pressing my forehead against hers as she grips my cut.

I take her in, my eyes looking over her swollen, kissable lips, and rosy cheeks.

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