Biker Baby (Kings of Mayhem MC 3)

I rolled the head of my cock through the folds of slippery flesh on offer. The blonde moaned and whimpered. I didn’t know if she thought it was a turn on or not, but it wasn’t, and I had to fight the urge to tell her to stop.

Instead, I thrust hard into her, right to the hilt, and straight away, she started to whimper and moan . . . and perform.

“Yeah baby, fuck me good.”

But as soon as we started, I realized it was a mistake.

“You’re such a big boy, Caleb. Fuck me hard with your big cock.”

It didn’t take long and I was praying she would stop. And when it didn’t, I closed my eyes to drown her out.

“You’re going to make me come, baby. Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

But it was no use. Her annoying voice kept dragging me back to the present.

“Fuck me, fuck me now!” she demanded.

So I pumped into her. Hard. Just like she was begging me to.

Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

I flipped her over and rammed into her again, my pelvis slapping against the flesh of her peachy ass. With every thrust, she cried out like she was a freaking porn star. My cock started to lose interest. To block her out, I let my mind rewind back to the brunette with the killer body and sassy mouth, and bingo, instant steel. I know what you’re thinking. What a douche. Focus on the one you’re with. Not about the one you’ve already had and who disappeared on you before you woke up the next morning. And that’s all well and good, except the one I was with wasn’t doing this because she was interested in me. She didn’t want anything from me other than the ten inches I was thrusting into her. Later she would brag to her friends about fucking Caleb Calley and his ten-inch cock, and how the rumors were true. He really was that big. Now that Cade was a one-woman man and they knew they had no chance with him, the interest in me from the MC groupies had intensified. So yeah, the fact that I was thinking about the stunning brunette with the creamy skin and a body that made me come four times in one night, while I fucked another woman, didn’t make me feel one ounce of guilt. This was a mutual exchange. She wanted bragging rights because she got a King’s cock, while I simply wanted to come.

So I grabbed her by the hips and drove into her from behind. And when I closed my eyes I let my mind roll back to the beautiful brunette.

The sweetest sensation began to swell in the base of my belly as it all came back to me. Her tight little body. Her big boobs. Those big, blue eyes warm with lust. The way she gripped the bedsheet when I made her come, time and time again. Oh yeah. That girl was something alright. And don’t get me started on how good it felt to watch her wrap those plump lips around the head of my cock. The memory swirled in me and pleasure surged through me, exploding from me and making me come. I gripped onto the blonde’s ass and pumped hard into her until there was nothing left to give her.

The regret was immediate. She whimpered when I pulled out and gave me a pout over her shoulder. “I want more,” she purred.

But I was already pulling up my jeans. I removed the condom, wrapped it in a paper towel and disposed of it, while she stayed on the bed.

“Ohhh,” she moaned as she sat up. “I can still feel how big you were.”

Ice ran through my veins. I felt numb. But I wasn’t a total dick, so I gave her a wink and a forced smile. “Pleased I could satisfy, sweetheart.”

But my attention only inspired her to ask what I couldn’t give her.

“Can I have a kiss?” she asked, starting to realize our time was up. “Even if it is a kiss goodbye.”

“I don’t kiss, baby.”

Which was normally true. Except, I had kissed that dark-haired beauty with no name. In fact, I had spent the entire night kissing her and losing myself in the magical sensation of those lips against mine.

I don’t remember why I kissed her, only that I really wanted to.

And if we ever crossed paths, I’d do it all over again.

HONEY

Fuck.

Two pink lines.

How the fucking hell had this happened? When I had sex, I had sex with a condom, so how the hell did I end up in my mid-twenties, knocked up by a guy whose name I didn’t know.

I held up the pregnancy test and checked it again. Yep. Still pregnant.

I threw the test into the sink next to the other two tests.

A knock on the bathroom door made me jump.