7. Morrison

7

MORRISON

I finish polishing the silver handlebars, complete with ruby-encrusted skulls on the ends, then step back and admire my work. It’s a little over-the-top for my tastes, but damn, the black Italian leather seat and saddlebags look good with the silver finish and ruby accents.

This will be the first custom job I’ve completed under my new business, Motorcycles by Morrison. I already have ten more bikes lined up over the next six months, and I’m expecting business to boom after I drop off this custom piece next week.

Lorenzo made good on his promise to provide enough evidence to take Samuel Rillington down. Later that fateful day, he emailed me a dozen documents detailing the crimes of human trafficking, racketeering, and a laundry list of other crimes that ensure he’ll be behind bars for the rest of his life. Maverick Motors was seized for further investigation, and I was cleared of any wrongdoing after providing more evidence law enforcement could use against Samuel.

Last month, I officially opened my new business right here in my garage. It’s big enough to work on multiple projects and once I added some storage and workbenches, the shop really came together.

“I finished my test!” Micaela announces as she runs from the house into the garage. “Ninety-five percent!”

I grin at her and open my arms, lifting her up and spinning her around before setting my babygirl back on the ground. “I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.”

Micaela beams up at me, those green eyes sparkling as I shower her with praise. She’s more precious and perfect than I ever could have imagined. I hated hearing about the awful things her father used to say and do to her, but in the few months we’ve been together, I’ve watched Micaela blossom into an even more amazing woman than she was before. I hope I had something to do with that.

"Who would have thought - me of all people going to college. I mean, it's only a few online classes, but still."

“Hey now,” I gently reprimand. “What have we talked about? No belittling your accomplishments, remember? These classes are as legit as any other college classes and you’re smart and worthy of taking pride in that.”

“I still don’t know why you’re so good to me,” she murmurs, her hands crawling up my chest and wrapping around my neck.

“We’re good to each other, babygirl,” I whisper before taking her lips in a searing kiss.

Micaela moans and tilts her head back so I can bite and suck her sensitive skin there. Her fingernails claw down my chest and she makes quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans, giving me permission to do the same to her.

It's now my job to give Micaela everything she's ever wanted, starting with my swollen fucking cock. Gripping her hips, I spin her around so she's facing the workbench. I nibble on her pulse point and lick away the sting before grazing my lips on the shell of her ear.

“Hands on the bench, babygirl. Bend over and show me that ass.”

Micaela fucking moans and bends over, giving me permission to fulfill my deepest desire. I pull down her yoga pants and panties so they are around her knees, then smooth my hands over the soft, porcelain skin of her ass. She turns, looking at me over her shoulder. The image almost does me in, almost makes me come on the spot.

“Are you going to fuck me, or just look at me?” Micaela lifts a sassy eyebrow up in challenge.

I remove my hands and then bring one down to smack her bare ass cheek, loving the way it jiggles and turns pink. “That’s for sassing me, Micaela.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” she moans. Again, I smack her juicy ass, and this time, she bucks her hips. One last spank, and then I massage the sting away. I slide a hand around her stomach and lower it into her folds. She’s soaked for me, her pretty little pussy begging for a nice hard fuck.

I whip out my dick and tease her entrance, running the head up and down her seam, collecting her sweet honey. Grabbing her hips, I position myself at her entrance and slam into her. Hard.

Fucking hell.

It takes everything in me not to come the instant I’m inside of her. I pull out and slam into her again and again. She bucks her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. We fit perfectly.

My hands slide from her hips and grab her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so I can see her pussy stretch and take my cock as I hammer into her. I keep rolling my hips, pounding into her as I feel my orgasm ready to rip through me.

I reach around and rub her clit, needing her to come first. Micaela lets out a loud moan, and I nip the side of her neck.

“Quiet, babygirl.”

I pull my fingers from her pussy and clap my hand over her mouth. She licks her juices off the palm of my hand, then bites the skin as she trembles and whimpers. I hook my other arm under her hips, holding her in place while I rut into her, barreling toward oblivion. Micaela moans and grunts, my hand catching most of her sexy sounds.

I pull her earlobe between my teeth and growl. “Come right the fuck now, babygirl. Do it. I want to feel you gush for me.”

I sink my teeth into her shoulder and she snaps, convulsing in my arms and shaking all over. Her pussy chokes my cock so fucking tight. It’s amazing. I want to stay right here, on the edge of bliss, watching her convulse around my huge dick.

But I can’t hang on another second. I thrust into her one last time and explode, painting her pussy walls with my sticky cum. I continue to pump into her, releasing more cum than I even knew I was capable of. I feel her pulse around me again, my release triggering another orgasm inside of her.

Fuck.

Her arms are shaking as they barely hold her above the bench. I cover her with my body, placing my arms on either side of hers. We’re both sweaty and panting as we slowly float back down to earth.

“I love you,” I whisper, spinning Micaela around and folding her up in my arms. “My sweet, sassy babygirl. I don’t know how I made it this long without you.”

She sighs and melts further into my embrace. “I love you so much,” she says, her voice muffled from where her face is buried against my neck. I smile, holding her close. Our hearts beat as one, and I know with every fiber of my being that our happily ever after is just beginning.