Page 51 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

They might have been old-fashioned. They might have gotten it wrong a few times. But our fathers raised us to be good men who look after their families, stay loyal to their old lady, ride hard and fight harder. I like this new vision and direction for the club. More peace. More family time. More time in the shop fixing this bike.

Anna allows me to ponder her words while I work more on the bike with her quietly puttering around the garage organizing my stuff. I hate her organizing, but I let my woman nest if she wants to nest. She’s the mother of my children. The love of my life. I need her happy. But I also need her safe.

I finish screwing the engine cover back on and slide away from it, sitting up to admire Anna’s sexy ass as she hangs up a crowbar on the corkboard wall.

“All done?” she asks, instinctively aware of my eyes on her butt.

“Yes, Mrs. Shaw. I’m all done.”

She turns to face me and then scoots her ass right up on my workbench.

“Good,” she says. “I’ve been waiting long enough.”

Waiting for what? Instantly, she has me curious and I venture over to her, wiping grease off my hands onto the white rag hanging out the back of my jeans. They’re clean enough to touch her thighs when I get to her, and the immediate jolt of pleasure I get from touching my wife goes straight to my dick.

She spreads her legs so I can stand between them and in an instant, her lips part to kiss me. Yes… I love kissing Anna. She has the sexiest lips. Gripping her thighs gets me even harder. I want more action from her. She throws her arms around my neck, but her kisses slow down and she pulls away.

“Promise it’ll be okay,” she whispers. “Just promise.”

“Where is this coming from?”

“Our kids. Because I love you. Because this should have been over but some psychopaths tracked down Ethan. What if…”

She looks so worried. I want to fix it all for her.

“What?”

“What if they were looking for you? What if it’s mistaken identity? I can’t stand the thought of…”

“You won’t lose me. And I won’t lose you. Not yet, Mrs. Shaw. Not until the long ride is over and we’re both old and grey.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“I always miss you when you’re away from me.”

This time, we don’t stop kissing. I take her shirt off and go straight for her tits. While I grab and fondle Anna’s perfect chest, she unbuckles my belt to pull my dick out. We may have our rituals, but sex is never routine. We’ve never done it in the garage and I can’t even believe she’ll let me. Anna hooks me closer with her ankles and my heart races more intensely.

Fuck yes. I kiss her shoulders. I kiss her neck. I reach inside her panties to touch her soft pussy lips and almost unleash my load in my boxers.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I whisper. “I love your pussy so damn much.”

Once my fingers slide inside her panties, Anna bucks her hips forward to meet them. She loves this ritual, especially the way I tease her clit with my finger and slide it back down the length of her slit to coat my index finger in her juices. She struggles not to moan. I grip her thighs with one hand and find her entrance with my coated finger.

"I love how wet you get for me, baby," I whisper, kissing her neck and then her shoulder as I ease my finger between her folds and into her soaking, hot cunt. The heat and the tightness wrapping around my finger are almost impossible to withstand. I grit my teeth to stop myself from erupting like a teenager.

When I make the effort to withdraw my finger, Anna's pussy draws me back in with its soft heat. I push inside her again and rub the pad of my index finger along her inner walls, forcing a moan out of her and getting the indication I need that she wants me as badly as I want her.

"Take my dick out, baby," I whisper. I want it to sound demanding, but I'm too weak with my need for her to sound any better than a desperate man begging for my wife's pussy.

Anna eagerly slides my underwear over my ass just enough to get my dick out. I groan with pleasure as she wraps her hand around my shaft. Those healing hands are as cold as my garage, sending tingling up my shaft and spreading through my body as my dick warms her hands up. Anna uses my member to draw me closer to her.

I step between her thick, dark brown thighs and hike them up to pull her sweatpants and underwear down her thighs. She had to convince me to let her walk around with clothes that say "Juicy" on the ass, but she's right about how damn sexy she looks in that soft, hot pink fabric.

Her hot, musky scent hits my nostrils when I slide her bottoms off, and the hunger I feel for Anna takes over. I hike her thighs up and drag her to the edge of my work bench, giving me better access to her entrance.

Anna shudders as I press the tip of my dick against her entrance. Each time we fuck, she has to adjust to my size. Her pussy always feels tight, like the perfect fit was made just for me. It's been the same since I first fucked her in the Flying J a couple years ago...

She rakes her fingers through my hair and kisses me as I step forward and push my hips towards her enough to slide the tip inside her. My cock head spreads her out and Anna widens her thighs to accept the first few inches. Her arms drape over my shoulders, reminding me of how small and light she is in comparison.

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