When she calls me Abe, my resolve is completely shattered. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m sure she’ll discover that just by using my given name, she owns me.

Wrapping my hand around hers, I don’t take her to my room here at the clubhouse. Instead, I practically drag her outside to my bike. She’s coming home with me where she’s always belonged.

“Abe,” she calls out as I straddle my bike.

Turning to her, I give her a grin. “Hop on, sweets. We’re going home,” I state.

I watch as she debates. She thinks we’re moving far too quickly, and if she were any other woman, and I were any other man, I would probably agree with her. The simple fact is, she’s mine and I’m hers. We’ve been dancing around it for weeks, and I’m not letting her out of my sight now that we’ve come together.

Esme straddles the bike behind me, wrapping her arms around my middle. With her tits against my back, we ride. It doesn’t take us long to arrive at my place.

It isn’t much to look at, a small white bungalow built in the late fifties. It needs work, inside and out. I never had a real reason to complete the work, to make it nice.

It’s always been a place I used to just get away from it all. I honestly don’t even really know why I bought it. Except, now I’m glad I did.

“We’ll fix it up,” I announce after cutting my engine.

Esme doesn’t reply but I feel her move and slide off of the bike. Turning my head to the side, I watch as she takes a few steps toward the front door. “You own it?” she asks quietly.

I throw my leg around and stand up, walking up to her side and slipping my arm around her shoulders. “Yeah,” I grunt.

Turning to me, she tips her head back. “I’ve never lived anywhere but a rented apartment, or a rented trailer,” she whispers.

“Now you have a home, and it’s yours, sweets,” I smile, my eyes focusing on her pretty brown ones.

She shakes her head, her eyes welling with tears. “We’re too new, it’s too much,” she mumbles.

“Never. Nothing I ever give you will be too much. It’s yours and we’ll fix it up the way you want it, whatever you want.” Lifting my hand, I wrap it around the side of her neck, my thumb caressing under her chin.

I don’t allow her to say anything else. Bending slightly, I use my other arm to wrap around her thighs and I pick her up. She lets out a small cry and holds onto my arms with a tight grip.

Releasing her neck, I dig my keys out of my pocket and unlock the front door. Once we’re inside, I slam the door closed, and keep ahold of her as I walk us into the master bedroom.

Dropping Esme unceremoniously onto the bed. I look down at her. Those big brown eyes are wide and focused on me. This is exactly where she was meant to be, and she was always meant to be mine. Her story is ugly, and I don’t want to know all of the details, but without it, she would not be here in my bed or in my life.

“You’re my woman, Esme,” I announce.

She nods, as if I were asking a question, and not giving her a statement of fact.

She is mine.

She will always be mine.

I watch as Esme begins taking her clothes off. I want to get lost inside of her body, forget the shit that happened today and only remember the good parts.

An image of my cock filling her floats through my mind and I smirk. Yeah, that’s the kind of shit I want to remember about today, nothing else.

I bite back a groan at the sight of her bare tits when she tosses her bra aside. Fuck. Quickly, I ditch my own clothes, letting them fall all around us, not giving a fuck where they land.

I don’t push Esme down on the bed and fuck her like I crave to do, not this time. I need to taste her, I need to make her come with my mouth before I fuck her again.

Lowering to my knees, I wrap my hands around the inside of her thighs and I spread her legs open wide. Leaning forward I inhale her scent and practically whimper. She smells fucking fantastic, better than I’d imagined. I already know that her taste is going to blow my fucking mind.

“Abe,” she whispers.

Without another word, I bury my face in her pussy and let out a low moan, the second my tongue touches her wet slit.

Esme’s fingers grab ahold of my hair and she pulls me even closer. My tongue swirls around her clit, then returns to her center, fucking her and tasting her all at the same time. My fingers grip her inner thighs even harder, holding her shaking legs open and wide for me.

“Oh God, yes,” she cries as her hips shift against me.

As badly as I want to lift my mouth and replace it with my cock, I don’t. I need to feel her fall apart against my tongue. Then I need to feel her do it again around my cock. Nothing smells, tastes, or feels as good as Esme.

Her fingers grip my hair even tighter, and I feel her thighs shake beneath my touch. Her taste floods my mouth instantly as she comes.

Fuck, it’s amazing, and I close my eyes as I lick the evidence of her release until she’s no longer shaking, and her fingers have released their tight hold on my hair.

I lean back, standing up as I look down at her. Her eyes are closed and she’s lying down, her back on the mattress her legs hanging over the side. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pull her closer toward the edge of the bed and align my cock with her center.

“Abe,” she sighs as I enter her completely.

Squeezing her tightly, I murmur. “Open your eyes, sweets. Look at me when I fuck you.” Her eyes slowly open and I give her a smile. “Prettiest woman I’ve ever seen,” I state. “Thank fuck I found you, Esme.”

I stay completely buried inside of her, not wanting to move yet, just enjoying the way she feels around me, welcoming the fact that she’s mine, every piece of her is now for me.

“I’m thankful you found me, Abe,” she whispers.

Shaking my head once, the smile stays plastered on my face. “Sweets, I didn’t start to breathe until I found you. I’m thankful every minute of every day for you coming into my life. I hate how it happened, but I’m fucking glad that it did,” I rasp.

Esme reaches up, wrapping her hand around my forearm. “Me too, Abe.”

I don’t say anything else, nothing else needs to be said. With my eyes focused on her brown ones, I fuck my woman. This woman who came into my life when I least expected it. This woman who owns me. This woman I fucking worship.