Sold to the MC Men

“For a guy who is supposed to keep me prisoner, you’re treating me rather special,” she said.

His fingers stroked her ribcage, and he stood up, looking down at her, seeing the deep brown of her eyes. She really was a beautiful woman. A strong, passionate, sexy as fuck woman.

“What is it?” she asked.

His gaze fell to her lips, and he wanted to taste them. Sliding his thumb across her mouth, he pressed, and she licked the tip of his finger. The air changed around them, and he moved her back until she was between the counter and his body.

Last night, after working his dick to orgasm, he’d been able to finally pass out in sleep. It hadn’t been an easy sleep. He thought about her throughout it all, craving her touch unlike anything else, and even now, he wanted her.

Lifting her up, he put her on the side, keeping her to the edge so that he was close. The shorts she wore were in the way, and as he sank his fingers into her hair, he kissed her hard, consuming her lips.

She gripped his shoulders, and any kind of pain she must have been feeling seemed to vanish.

Her fingers sank into his hair, gripping the length as he ravished her mouth. She tasted incredible, and feeling her shake against him, he couldn’t get enough of her.

Sliding his hands down to her tits, he felt how heavy they were in his hands, and heard her moan.

Breaking from the kiss, he pulled the shirt up, exposing those tits and finally getting a taste. He licked across one peak, then the next.

He was already moving down to her pussy, sliding his fingers inside the band of her panties.

When he touched her wet slit, she cried out.

“You’ve never had a dick inside this pussy, have you?”

“No.”

“Do you want my cock?”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

“Yeah, that’s it, you want my dick. You want me to fuck your tight little cunt.” He stroked her clit as he teased her nipples.

He was about ready to explode. She was so responsive, and she held her legs open. The only way this could be more perfect right now was if she was naked and then he’d lick her pussy. He couldn’t believe how wet she was already. A few strokes of her clit and she was so close to coming.

When he finally took her cherry, it would be with his dick. He wasn’t going to do that in the kitchen. She needed a bed to lose her virginity.

“Please, Edge!”

“You need to come?”

“Yes.”

“Then come for me. Do it and scream my name.”

“Edge!” Her scream filled the air, and he watched her come, her pussy growing wetter as he worked her clit. He couldn’t resist another suck on her tits, and did so, knowing he was going to have them bouncing in front of his face before long. Once he did, there was no way he wasn’t going to take every single part of her.

He wanted Leah so much. In the past week, she’d gotten under his skin, and now there was simply no control inside him.

He had to have her.

Edge removed his fingers from her greedy pussy and licked them. He saw the shock of surprise in her eyes as he licked her up.

He heard the guys moving around and knew he’d have to finish this another time. His dick strained against his jeans.

“During breakfast, I’m going to be thinking of just how sweet that pussy is. One of these days I want you waiting in my office, naked, legs spread, and I’m going to show you all the things you’ve been missing out on.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, pulled her shirt down, and helped her off the counter.

He pulled away just as his men entered the kitchen. He reached over her, grabbing a cup. He couldn’t wait to see her on his desk.

****

Dig sat in the entertainment room watching a horror flick. As with most cheap horrors, there was always a porn scene, or as close to a porn scene as one could get without the extreme closeup of a cock entering a pussy.

He didn’t need to see that.

The only pussy he wanted to see taking a cock was Leah’s. He’d not seen her since breakfast. She’d been cleaning, he knew that. The rest of the guys were off doing whatever it was they needed to do.

Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear the fog in his head.

During the night, he’d made himself come not once but twice. He’d been that hungry for more of Leah.

She was an addiction, one he really needed to control, and yet, he couldn’t do it. Even now, thinking of her naked on the bathroom floor, he wanted her again.

His cock had gone from flaccid to stiff in record time.

They truth was, she didn’t even know he existed, or did she?