I’m hoping it changes today. In all honesty, I’m praying for it.
“What’ve you been thinking?” I rasp out my question, swallowing hard.
Hammer brings his lips against my ear while his hands unbutton my jeans, dipping his hand under my panties until he finds my clit. He dips his finger further down, collecting my wetness and brings it to the top, teasing my swelling nub. “I’ve thought about fucking you on the back of my bike, with your back pressed against my handlebars, watching my hard cock sliding into this sweet center of yours.” He pinches down on my clit and a bit of my essence squirts out over his fingers. Not a lot, but enough to show I’m loving what he’s doing.
I turn my head to the left and try to look at him, “Then do it, Hammer.”
He pulls his hand out from under my panties, yanks my jeans down along with my black lace thong, and I toss off everything I’m wearing on the top. He then unbuckles his pants and drops his jeans, tosses off his boxers, and takes off everything above the waist but gently sets his cut down on top of my clothes.
I walk over to his bike and sit on it, staring at him with the utmost need.
He smiles, though, and his cock grows harder, twitching while he stares at me. “Lean back and spread those legs for me. I want to get a good look at you.”
I do as he says and lean back against his bike, in the way he was describing a few minutes ago. He throws his leg over the bike and his eyes rake over my body, smiling devilishly as he lines his cock against my entrance.
With his right hand, he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head, across the handlebars as he drives himself inside me. My body instantly tenses up and he rocks himself in and out of me, allowing my body to adjust to his size, but at the same time claiming every part of me that he can.
With every movement, his cock hits my cervix and the pain is filled with pleasure. I arch my hips and the moment I start doing that, he grinds his cock against my G-spot, causing me to moan loudly.
“That’s right, baby. Moan for me,” he growls like a rage-filled beast, and I do as he says.
My nipples bud even harder as my body relaxes more and I let him take me into a completely different realm of pleasure. He quickens his speed and my eyes start to roll back into my head. My entire body feels like it’s on fire and I know it’s coming. I begin to thrash to the left and the right, but Hammer holds me down even more and takes my body like it’s his. He fucks me better than any man ever has, and the moment I start to lose all control, he brings his face down to mine.
“Come for me, baby. Let it all out and coat my cock with your essence.”
I nod my head and he releases my arms. I wrap them around his neck and kiss him hard. My orgasm rolls through me in waves and he grunts as I constrict around his cock like a snake. His own moans of pleasure float through my lips and he breaks the kiss after pulling out of me, his seed still spurting from his cock.
He grabs his shaft with one hand and the back of my hair with another, his seed coating my face. “Fucking hell, look what you’ve done to me,” he hisses, his cock finally stops and he breathes in and out heavily.
“You did a number on me too,” I mutter with a laugh.
He brings a hand against my face and crashes his lips down onto mine, both of us tasting the saltiness of his semen on our lips. I don’t know what the hell this is, if it’s porn-level hot sex or if it’s a romantic connection. It feels a bit like both, but I like it.
Hammer breaks our kiss and he looks down into my eyes, “I’m not ever gonna lose you, Shiloh. You’re it for me, and I’m gonna make it damn clear to anyone who ever looks in your direction.”
Chapter Eleven
You’re so hard on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that wisened you, at the suffering that strengthened you. Despite everything, you still grow.
~ The Intuitive Wildflower
Shiloh
It’s been a few days since we had our bike ride out to the back part of the property, and I’ve found myself spending a lot more time with him. At first, I was nervous about being around him even more, but slowly I’ve convinced myself I deserve to be happy, that anyone who’s with me will love me for everything I am, even the bad and the ugly. Still, my demons continue to haunt me and nightmares have been plaguing my mind the last few days.
I go to bed with Hammer by my side and wake up with sweat covering my body, unsure if what I dreamt is my reality or a figment of my imagination. He’s woken up a couple of times during this, but I always reassure him I’m fine. I know he has questions. I’m not an idiot, and
