He nudges my feet wider apart with his boots so that I’m spread wide, entirely his for the taking. I’m panting in anticipation and so weak with need that I can barely stand up. His hand rubs my ass and slowly lingers to trace the outline of the infinity tattoo with our names.

“Are you mine, Lila?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer honestly. “All yours.”

“Then beg for me. Make me believe it.”

He spreads apart my cheeks with both hands and plunges two fingers back into my soaking wet pussy.

Oh God.

I close my eyes and lean against the wall as he finger fucks me slowly. I shudder, feeling him stroke deeply in and out. His other hand reaches around and grasps my breast in his hand, kneading and tweaking my nipple in unmistakable entitlement. He’s touching me like he owns me, and I love it. I nudge my ass back against him until his breath catches in a hiss. He’s burning for me as hotly as ever before, maybe even more.

There’s nothing more that I want at this moment than to feel him inside me, stretching my pussy walls and filling me up with his hardness.

I need him.

I’m not too proud to beg for Sam.

Ever.

Not if he needs to hear it, and I know he does.

Especially after everything I’ve put him through.

“Please, Sam,” I plead. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I don’t need to ask him twice. He quickly unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and pulls out his cock. I feel him rubbing the tip along the rim of my pussy lips, teasing and tormenting me.

“Do you want me?” he asks.

“I’ve always wanted you, Sam.”

With a loud groan, he penetrates me completely and slides all the way in. We both gasp out loud at the sensation. His arm wraps around me, bracing me up.

I’m waiting for him to start moving, and yet he’s holding perfectly still.

“You take my breath away every single time,” he says hoarsely. “Every fucking time. When I slide into your pussy, it feels like heaven wrapped around me.”

I feel the anger slowly dissipating and his body relaxing. It’s all about us now. Not the ATF. Not the MC.

Just us.

The way it was always meant to be.

Sam draws out slightly then pushes in again, deep and hard, stretching me to the limit. I close my eyes, unable to do anything other than gasp with each thrust. He moves now with long, slow, powerful strokes, filling me completely, claiming me as his own.