Biker's Bride (Demons MC)

He grabbed me and began to thrust, pushing himself deep inside me. He had this intense look on his face, and I couldn’t help but kiss him, biting his lip. He laughed and fucked me harder.

“You like it a little rough, a little dirty,” he said. “You want to get fucked rough by a biker like me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh my god yes. Don’t be gentle.”

He grunted and fucked me harder, slapping my ass hard. I moaned and said his name as he fucked me, his thick cock filling me up. I didn’t know how he even fit, how I could even take him, but I kept working my hips as he thrust into me, kept moving. I could feel the sweat on my body and his, and I fucking loved it.

I touched his chest, feeling his strong muscles as I kept working my hips, taking his cock. He fucked me deep, rough, hard, his hands grabbing my hips, slapping my ass.

“I love this fucking ass,” he said. “This sweet fucking ass.” He slapped it again and I moaned. “You love getting spanked, you dirty girl. My wife the fucking slut. I love giving you my fucking cock, and you need it.”

I moaned as he talked dirty, filthy. “I love this cunt, this soaking-wet cunt. Filling you up, fucking you rough. I want you to take it like you can’t live without my thick cock.”

He fucked me hard, deep, whispering into my ear. He bit my lower lip and kissed me, thrusting hard, harder, and I was losing myself.

Then he pressed my hips down and up, pulling me off him. I gasped as he slid free. He grabbed my hips, lifting me up, and stood. He pushed me over, putting my knees onto the couch, pressing me over, my ass in the air.

“Fuck I love this sweet cunt,” he said, teasing my pussy with his fingers. I moaned, looking back at him.

“Fuck me, Ford,” I said. “I’m so fucking close again.”

“You want me to come in this tight pussy?” he asked. “You want me to make you come?”

“Please, fuck me rough. Slap my ass.”

He grabbed my hips and thrust himself inside me, sliding in easily, filling me up. I gasped again as he pulled my hair and began to fuck me from behind, thrusting mercilessly.

I loved it, loved how strong he was, how amazing it felt as he worked inside me. I wanted him to punish my pussy, to fuck me rough, make me come. I wanted him to take my body and use me however he wanted, because in that moment I was Ford’s. I was his wife. I was his completely. He claimed me, fucked me, made me his.

He slapped my ass, thrusting deep inside me. “I love this little pussy,” he said. “You keep working back on this cock like that, girl, and I’m going to fill you up.”

I moved my hips, bucking back against him as he continued to savage me, fucking me harder, rougher. I couldn’t slow down, couldn’t ever slow down, not with my badass biker husband fucking my pussy.

He reached around and began to work my clit as he thrust deep inside my pussy. That was it. I could feel it right there. I was teetering on the edge again.

“Come for me, Caralee,” he said. “Go ahead, girl. Come for me again. Come on this fucking cock. I know you want it bad. I can fucking hear it, feel it.”

I grabbed on to the couch, holding tight as he fucked me rough, rubbing my clit.

The orgasm hit me again, harder than before. I pressed my self down as he ruthlessly fucked my pussy and I came hard, the orgasm rolling through my body in wave after wave. “Ford,” I said, over and over. “Oh god, Ford.”

I wanted to say his name, scream his name, as he fucked my pussy, my soaked pussy. I came hard on his thick cock, my whole body exhausted, sweating, and glowing from him.

And as my orgasm came to an end, he continued to thrust hard, grabbing my hips.

“Fuck,” he said. “The way you say my name, god damn, girl. I’m going to fill your pussy up with my fucking-hot cum,” he groaned.

I worked my hips, bucking back against him. He grabbed my breasts as he thrust harder, deeper, working me, working hard.

And then I felt him stiffen, his body tight, and he grunted his pleasure as he came inside me.

“Come for me, Ford,” I moaned. “Come on, fill me up.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, his thrusts getting slower, deeper, until finally he finished.

He pulled out, sitting back on the couch. I collapsed onto him, pressing my head against his chest, and he held me against him.

“Holy shit,” I said, buzzing from the orgasm.

“Yeah. Damn right,” he said.

I couldn’t believe I had just fucked my biker husband.