Bad Ride (Men of Valor MC)

It takes me a moment to focus back on him and when I do, I see him kick off his boots, tug off black socks and a second later, I realize he’s commando because when he drops his jeans to the floor, there’s nothing keeping me from gasping when I see the predator that’s standing like a punishment waiting to happen.

To me.

What have I done?

His thick fingers wrap around the base in a death grip that forces a burst of clear liquid from the tip and I’m hypnotized by the magnitude of solid flesh he’s holding.

Light from the street filters in around him and his dark Hulk-like form makes me shiver. The erection he’s fisting looks painful, with a purplish helmet gleaming with pre-cum and I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than my pussy can chew, so to speak.

“I could barely get my tongue inside that sweet tightness you’ve saved for me. You’re sure about this?”

He gives me a moment, I see the flash of conflict in his eyes. He’s giving me an out, but I can see from the fire in his eyes, me opting out would not be his choice.

“I’m sure,” I answer as I put an exclamation point at the end of my words by slipping my skirt down and off my ankles, leaving me naked on his bed as I reach down and slip my index and middle fingers between my wetness, my teeth pulling my top lip between them as I lock my eyes on his. “My pussy is sure too. See?”

I withdraw my hand, splay my fingers apart and strings of my webbed lubrication fill the V space between them. The deep rumble that comes from Chewy’s chest centers itself in my core and it feels like the whole room is shaking around us.

A pained grunt catches in his throat as his hand drops down and he gives his mammoth balls a squeeze. “I’ve saved up for you too. A pound or more. You’re going to feel me running down your legs for a week.”

“I’ll let you know. Right now, you’re a lot of talk.” I entice him, easing my knees open and feeling the cool air on the heat radiating between my thighs. That wicked, wild woman I’ve kept undercover for so long is tearing through me and taking over.

“I’ve waited two fucking years to get my nut off inside you. Talking time is over.” I see the rough edges melting away as I smile, giving no protest to his clear statement that he has no plans to wear a condom or pull out of me, and as much as my logical brain is screaming at me to get off this rollercoaster, the new Annie, who wants to ride the lightning, shuts that down and goes for broke.

In one graceful movement, he covers me with his body, nearly crushing me before he holds his weight with his arms and I feel the first brush of the tip of his cock slipping down, finding my opening and holding steady as my heart is about to beat out of my chest.

“I know I’m about to hurt you, Cupid, but you need to know, once your virgin cunt takes me inside, you could hurt me a thousand times more.”

The stone cold hard-ass I’ve watched for so long softens, and I see in his dark eyes that his isn’t just a fuck for him. It’s something that looks new, frightening, and in a way, I feel like maybe it’s his first time for something as well.

I watch as he takes a shaking breath and closes his eyes as he starts to stretch me. He grits his teeth when I feel the resistance and watch him shake his head.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know if you’re going to be able to take it all. Or any.”

“I can.” I put my palms on the sides of his face, his dark beard coarse as it slips between my fingers. “I’ve waited for you too, I don’t want to stop, I want it to hurt. I want to remember the pain because I saved it for you.”

I feel the head of his erection thicken as the veins in his forehead bulge. “You’re trying to drive me insane, aren’t you?”

“Just do it. Fuck me, don’t make a girl beg.”

His pectoral muscles turn to stone as my hand drop from his cheeks and I dig my nails into the impenetrable flesh as my body screams at the invasion of the monster that’s just torn through mine.

Chewy roars as he pumps into me, the evidence of what’s he’s claiming burning down below and driving the breath from my lungs.

His eyes roll back, white, as the thick muscles of his biceps bulge. The veins look like they are going to pop as I wiggle under him, trying to find some relief from the explosion of white-hot pain as my body tries to wrap around his throbbing girth.