“Watch my dick, Abriana. Watch me fuck you. This is what I want. I want you, only fucking you.”
He gripped her hips and fucked her hard. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and their groans filled the room.
It wasn’t enough; he wanted to get deeper. He moved her to the headboard. He put her hands on the wall, angled her ass, and fucked her. Pulling her back against him, he tilted her head so he could take her lips. Running his hand down the front of her body, he found her pussy, stroking her clit.
“Come for me, Abriana. Come on my dick.” He fucked her, and as he teased her body, he felt her began to tighten. Her body was ready for him. She came, and he swallowed the sounds of her screams, loving as she gave herself to him.
With his cock covered in her orgasm, he moved so she was on her stomach, pushing a couple of pillows under her. Ugly Beast ordered her to spread her ass wide. Going to his drawer, he used some extra lubrication on her anus.
Abriana didn’t protest, but he felt her tense up.
He wasn’t going to hurt her, just fuck her until she couldn’t think straight. Throwing the lube out of the way, he moved over her thighs, keeping them together but her ass stuck in the air at the perfect angle.
Pressing the tip of his hard cock to her puckered anus, he began to fill her. She let out a little cry, and he paused, giving her time. Stroking the base of her back, he slowly, inch by inch, took the final piece of her virginity.
Sinking balls deep inside her ass, he stayed perfectly still. Her hands touched him from where she held her ass open, and with his cock now inside her, he took hold of her hands, placing them on the bed. Locking their fingers together, he pressed her down to the bed and began to rock inside her.
Building up his tempo, he felt the change in her, and when she could finally handle what he wanted, he fucked her, taking her deeper, working his cock. He kissed her neck, trailing down to her lips, and kissing her harder, consuming himself with all that was Abriana.
When he came, he did so crying her name, the sound echoing around the room as he took his pleasure from her body.
****
“I hate the hospital,” Raven said.
“I doubt anyone doesn’t.”
“You ever been in the hospital?”
“No.”
“Ugh. I feel like a child.”
“Stop acting like one.” Abriana looked up from the magazine Raven had thrown at the nurse and raised her brow at her friend. “You’re being waited on hand and foot. Why can’t you enjoy that?”
“I hate being poked and prodded. They don’t have a fucking clue what they’re doing. No doctor does. They’re a waste of fucking space.”
Abriana closed the magazine and moved to the bed, taking Raven’s hand. “It’s okay to be scared.”
Raven pulled her hand out of her grip. “I’m not fucking afraid.”
She sighed. “Okay, then what is the big deal?”
“I hate hospitals. It’s not a big deal.”
“There’s got to be a reason for hating them.”
Raven shook her head and looked away.
Abriana didn’t walk away. She stared around the sterile room. “I don’t like hospitals either. They give me the creeps.”
“I don’t trust anyone to take care of me.”
“Why not?”
“Because, my place in the club is because I’m strong, Abriana. If I appear weak, I lose my spot, and I can’t do that. I can’t lose the Hell’s Bastards. They mean everything to me.”
“You’re not weak. You don’t even look weak. You’ve got to stop freaking out and learn to relax. If you keep this up, you’re not ever going to get out of here. You keep busting stitches open.”
“Can’t I come and stay with you guys?” she asked.
“Nope,” Ugly Beast said, biting into an apple as he entered the room. He was supposed to be getting them some coffee. He tossed her an apple as he took a seat in the corner of the room.
It had been three days since they had … sex. When she woke up the following morning after their fuck session, Ugly Beast had been gone, and she didn’t know who to talk to about everything. He’d taken her ass and walked right across the hall to wash himself. He’d brought back a washcloth for her. Ugly Beast hadn’t been done with her though. He’d only been getting started.
She’d not been able to talk to him. By the time he came to bed, she was out cold, if he even made it to bed. It was like they weren’t married.
“Why not?”
“I know what kind of a bitch you are as a patient. You think I’m going to put my wife through that shit? I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“Ugh! This is so unfair.”