Our grown-up kids will be here soon, but I don’t care. I need to be inside my princess.
I put her on my new bike and step back to admire her as she hikes up her dress and shows me that she’s not wearing any panties.
“Oh fuck, Stella,” I say with a sharp breath as I go to her.
It’s a rough wild quickie and we’re both panting and sweaty in the stifling garage when we hear a car pull up outside.
My eyes are locked on my gorgeous wife as she quickly fixes herself up. “How do I look?” she asks.
“Like you just got fucked.”
She swats my shoulder with a laugh and then heads for the door.
I lean on my bike and watch her ass moving in that sexy dress. She’s still a looker after all these years.
And she’s still mine.
I love this woman with every ounce of my soul and I always will.
She’s my girl. My Old Lady. My only one.
My Stella.
And I make damn sure that everybody knows it.
Because she belongs to me.
Ready for Beckham!
Grab him here:
Beckham
By Olivia T. Turner
