Hard Rider

“Dick! You were waiting for me to–”

Before she could continue, I started thrusting, my fingers clenching around her hips. I loved how her inner ridges felt, squeezing the life out of my heavy cock as I began to pummel her into submission.

She started to burrow her face into the comforter, but I grabbed her hair in a fistful and pulled her face back up, lining her up with a mirror.

“That’s right, baby,” I growled. “Watch us fuck. Watch me fuck this tight, soaked pussy of yours. You love it when I fuck your brains out, don’t you?”

She locked eyes with me through our reflection. “I do,” she murmured. “I love it so much when you fuck me like this…”

A grin crossed my face as I released her hair to land a solid wallop against the cheek of her ass. Sarah dropped her face again for a moment, but pulled back up before I tugged her hair again.

I did it anyway.

“God, Sarah,” I groaned in ecstasy, “your pussy feels so fucking good…”

“You gonna come for me, baby?”.

Her spontaneous burst of filthiness almost drove me over the edge, but I maintained my grip to get over the hump.

“I want to,” I groaned.

“I know you do,” she murmured.

We dropped the conversation to focus on fucking each other senseless. Sarah parted her knees a little more to tighten herself around my throbbing cock, and I clenched my fingers deeper into the skin of her hips as I pummeled her wet pussy harder and harder.

I knew that I was in the last lap of this race, and that I wouldn’t be able to hold out too much longer.

But it didn’t seem like I’d have to.

Sarah dropped her face into the pillow and moaned cute little bursts as I felt her body clenching around my rock-hard erection. Her thighs came a little closer together as what felt like a shuddering orgasm overcame her.

“Jesus,” she murmured in heat, “that was a good one too…”

“I’m getting close,” I groaned in a fit of pleasure. “Don’t think I can hold on much longer princess…”

“Cum inside me,” she murmured.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and started fucking her as hard as ever. The mounting sensation built up towards a growing clash. I knew it wouldn’t be long now, and my resistance was weakening with every thrust…

“I’m getting close,” I groaned again.

The animalistic lust in what we were doing overcame me. Fueled by paternal need, I thrust harder into her welcoming body, overwhelming Sarah with my furious passion.

Passion for her…

Passion for the baby…

With a mighty roar, I drove myself as far into her as I could, my hands firmly grasping her body. The building pressure in my thick cock released with a tremendous burst of brain chemicals, flooding my head with the best damn mixed drink that the world could offer.

Sarah gasped and tightened up as I felt rope after blinding rope of my seed pump into her willing depths. I could feel her own crushing climax as she convulsed around my cock, drawing out every last drop of my essence. She dropped to the bed moaning loudly after several long seconds of insane sexual tension.

“Good god, Hunter,” she murmured as I collapsed down into the bed with her. “That was… Incredible…”

She turned to me, her beautiful eyes sparkling with something so gorgeous that it made my head fucking spin.

“I love you, Hunter.”

A smile crept across my lips, with confidence and security enveloping my heart and filling my chest. “Sarah… I love you too.”

I wanted the world to freeze right there.

I wanted the feeling to last forever.

It was just such a goddamn shame that it couldn’t, because it wasn’t much longer before everything started falling the fuck apart.

Hunter

Five Days Later

No matter the amount of sex we had – which was a lot, given her raised sex drive – Sarah had grown frustrated with how slowly we were making headway on the case. I hadn’t heard from my Outlaw yet, and her own efforts were turning up little to zilch.

While she was taking a drive to clear her head, Hannah and I spent a little while kicked back in the Devil’s Dragons headquarters bar and drinking a few beers.

I hadn’t really thought much about it before, but Sarah and Hannah were the two most important women in my fucking life. It was nothing short of a goddamn miracle to have them both back with me at last.

“That might be the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever heard, little brother,” Hannah smiled as she clinked beer bottles with me.

“I mean it,” I replied.

She chuckled, placing the lip of the beer bottle back to her mouth. After a quick swig, my sister patted me on the thigh. “Yeah, well… here’s to family reunions. May we never be far apart again.”

I raised my beer, but her words began to nag at me… I felt like it was time to rip off the bandage and get down to things.

“Hannah… why did you leave?”

Her eyes darkened for a moment, and she turned away with a sigh. “Hunter… we’ve talked about this…”

“You told me you had to go find yourself.”

“And I did,” she responded coolly.

“I know that there’s more to it than that – I haven’t seen you in eight years. Hannah, I lost both you and Sarah around the same time… months apart. I need to know why.”

Hannah’s shoulders fell, her hair falling to shield her face from me. When she turned back, her eyes were as cold as steel.

“The cartel changed me, Hunter. The things that I saw, the things that I knew were going to happen to me… I’m not the same girl you remember from when we were growing up.”

“Bullshit,” I told her.

“Excuse me?” She looked offended.

“You’ve been here almost a week, Hannah. I’ve had plenty of time to see who you are.”

I reached forward, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes. “You’re tougher now, hard-edged, but you’re still the same goddamn woman you were before they got you.”

Her eyes focused on mine, piercing down into my very soul. I watched her search for any gap in my convictions until she finally pulled back, taking another swig of beer.

“You mean that, don’t you?”

“I do,” I replied.

She glanced down. “Maybe I’m not as convinced as you are, Hunter…”

“That’s okay,” I smiled softly, patting her on the shoulder. “I took care of you before, and I can do the same now. You will always know where to find me when you need me.”

“I can take care of myself now,” she grinned, a pinch of her old mischievousness slinking back into her eyes.

“Is that so?”

“Want me to prove it?”

I waved forward. “Be my guest.”

Hannah downed the rest of her beer and stood up, her boots hitting the floorboards hard. She scanned the room for the toughest looking biker around, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Let’s spar. You and me.”

The biker glanced up. His name was Victor – he was with us on our ride into Juarez. This man trusted me with his life, and I trusted him with mine…

“Boss?” He glanced over my way. I could see the concern on his face. He wasn’t looking to hurt a woman.

I raised my glass. “I think maybe you should humor the girl…”

Victor climbed off of his bar stool and gave Hannah a quick smirk. “A spar? What, you into street-fighting?”

“I like punishment,” Hannah shrugged. “Just promise you won’t go easy on me.”

I followed the two of them outside, still swirling half my beer while the rest of the Dragons exchanged glances and trailed behind. They fanned out in a half-circle around the front of the bar as Victor and Hannah took the center, a few strides apart.

Standing along the center of the circle, I took another swig from my beer bottle.

“Alright, sweetheart, let?

?s see what you can–”

She dove forward with a punch, hitting Victor along the jaw. He staggered back half a step before shaking his head and dodging a quick jab.

“You’re tougher than you look!” He laughed.

“Shut up and fucking hit me,” Hannah grinned impishly, fists up, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet.

Victor glanced over my way.

“She’s a big girl,” I shrugged. “Take her out. When she double-taps, that’s it.”

“If you say so, boss,” my Dragon grinned as he assumed a relaxed stance, fists raised at the ready.

“You’re never going to hit me like that.”

“No?” Victor chuckled. “I’ve been in more brawls than you can imagine, little girl.”

“Then you’ve had plenty of time to learn the wrong form,” Hannah smiled. “Looks like years of bad practice under your belt. You’ve got pretty fucking terrible posture.”

“You’ve got spunk, kid,” Victor chuckled.

Hannah didn’t back down, and simply smiled.

“Go ahead. Try and hit me.”