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Biker's Bride (Demons MC)

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I had no idea what to say. This world was entirely new to me; I didn’t know how he was going to lay low, let alone how he would clear his name

“Are you going to be okay? Do you have somewhere to stay?”

“I’ll be fine. I have a place.”

I moved closer to him. He was wearing his usual cut off jean shorts, beat up old sneakers, plus a zip up black hoodie. I had to admit, he looked like a criminal, although an incredibly charming and handsome one.

“What’s going to happen?”

“Michael’s control over the mob isn’t great right now. He promised me that I can fight my way out of debt, and I’m close. Two more matches, and I’ll be good. He can’t afford to start going back on his promises, or else he’ll look weak in front of his rivals. I need to wait him out, force them to figure out who really screwed up the deal, then I need to win my last two fights.”

“That’s a lot of uncertainty.”

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. “I’ve been living in this uncertain world for a very long time now, and I’ll be out soon. I need to get through this.”

“I can help you.”

He shook his head. “You can’t help me. The best thing you can do right now is to stay away.”

“Stop saying that.” I had no plans to go anywhere, even though his world had begun to bleed into mine. I wanted him, and didn’t care if we were more or less strangers.

We were quiet then, and I felt his head radiate off his body. I looked up at him and he met my gaze. There was something behind his look, something desperate and dark. I reached my hand up and pressed it against his cheek, felt the stubble, and ran my thumb over his lips. He let out a quiet growl, and then reached down to take my face. He kissed me hard, and I opened my mouth against him, our tongues running soft.

He adjusted his body, pressing me back down onto the rock. I felt the aching need inside my core, the thrill of desire run through me, and I let out a small moan as I felt his warmth press against my legs. His mouth was needy and firm, and I was hungry for him, starving for his touch and his body. He reached down one hand and unbuttoned my shorts, then slipped his fingers between my legs. I let out a small gasp as his rough, strong fingers pressed gently against my spot, and I knew I was soaking already. He grunted his pleasure at the touch of me as he slowly but firmly rubbed my mound, and I tensed with the pleasure of it.

“I’m bad news for you,” he whispered in my ear. I felt myself grow even wetter, excitement building.

“I want you anyway,” I moaned back. I grabbed at his sweatshirt and pulled the zipper down. He slipped his hand out of my shorts and pulled the hoodie off, revealing a tight white beater, his muscles and tattoos standing out against the thin cotton. I ran my fingers around the contours of his chest as he reached down and slid my shorts off my body. My black lacy panties stood out against the plain grey rock as he pushed my body up onto the crest of our makeshift bed. He spread my legs wide and kissed my hips, my inner thighs, and the ruined panties that covered my core.

I let out a small moan as he kissed and sucked the cotton, and then pushed it aside. I felt his tongue run up the length of me, and stop to press against my clit. He moved in circles and squares, all around my swollen need, and his strong hands grasped onto my hips. I let out soft moans of pleasure, his moist but firm tongue working my spot.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and his hands supported me as I threw back my head and moaned. Shudders and waves of pleasure ran up my body and my spine, and my legs began to shake from the strain of him. As I felt myself building, he pulled away, moved up to cover my body with his, and kissed me hard. I could taste myself on his lips and loved it, savored his touch and his need. I reached down and grabbed his hard shaft through his pants and he grunted as I softly worked its length.

“Do you want me to fuck you out here?” he grunted at me.

“Yes,” I whispered back. I loved the thrill of the semi-public place, and the fear of someone catching us only heightened my need for him.

He rolled back and stood up, unbuttoning his shorts. I moved up to kneel in front of him as he slid his jeans and his tight boxer briefs off. I reached up for his huge rod and felt its stiffness between my fingers. I looked up and met his eyes and saw the hunger there. I pulled off my shirt then reached back for his cock, stroking its length. I could feel his eyes roaming my body, gazing along the counters of my exposed breasts. I took the tip of him into my mouth and sucked hard, and he released a long and low groan. I worked it with my tongue then pressed it deep into my throat while he grunted his pleasure. I felt his hands on the back of my head, the perfect mix of pressure and gentle force, as I sucked up and down his huge cock. I held his thigh with one hand and his shaft with the other, trailing my lips up and down. I pulled back with a pop, and worked along his length with my hand, gathering the moisture from my mouth and rubbing it in.


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