Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

Using his free hand, he pushes my thighs apart for more room and gently presses the pad of his finger inside of me. Sucking in a sharp breath, my eyes widening from the intrusion, his perfect bowed lips part.

“Oh yeah, someone is either a virgin or hasn’t had a man in a long time,” he whispers with a husky breath.

Chin falling to my chest, my hair in my eyes, I regain my bearings.

“Just been a while, I’m not a virgin.”

His jaw flexes as if he doesn’t like the sound of that. Look where I live and where I grew up. No supervision, role models, of course, I had sex… once. It was horrible, and he was horrible. I thought I liked him but after we had sex, things got weird and we stopped talking and he moved.

“Well, baby you’re going to feel like it’s your first time because I don’t intend to be gentle with you.”

Gritting my teeth, my nails digging into his shoulders, I say, “Shut up and just do it already.”

My own bravado surprising me.

He withdraws his finger and scrunches the material of my shorts in his hands and jerks them down my legs. Like a match to gasoline, this sets off an animalistic surge. I’m undoing his pants as he kisses my neck, my eyes closed and breathing labored. His fingers fervently pulling my panties down my legs and down to my shoes where they get tangled and I have to kick them off. Grabbing me by the ass he thrusts me to the edge, his large throbbing cock in his hand, he positions it right between my legs and slips inside in one quick move, filling me. It burns but feels good. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his girth and length but the amazing pleasure pulsating through my body outdoes the pain and I find myself rocking against him as he drives himself in and out of me. I moan loudly, the freedom to be as vocal as I want, heightening the pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunts, resting his head on my shoulder as if he doesn’t want me to see his face, to see how much I affect him.

Panting, my body beginning to sweat from the oven near us, I close my eyes again and focus on how good he feels against me, inside me. Sliding my hand into his hair, I tangle my fingers in his soft locks and let him fuck me so hard the counter nearly comes off the wall.

His movements become faster and his ass clenches, he’s about to come. As if he senses it too he sits up and presses a hand to my chest, making me lay back as much as I can until my shoulders and head rest against the wall behind me. Still inside of me and rocking in and out of me, he uses both of his hands to pull up my shirt and bra until they’re both just above my tits that are now rocking to the sweet movement we’ve developed. He kisses my belly button, grabs my tit, and then dips his head and sucks on my nipple. His tongue’s doing something weird with my pink bud in his mouth. I can’t contain the crash of ecstasy that thrashes through me. I moan, my body curling around his head as the orgasm is almost too much for me to withstand.

“There it is…” His voice shaky from our bodies clashing into one another.

Lost in my own pleasure I almost don’t hear him growl, his hot breath against my skin and body jerk back a few steps. Holding his hand out in front of his raging hard-on and comes into his palm, his eyes cast down, mouth parted and hair everywhere, little spurts of white cum paints his hand. When he’s finished, he looks up at me out of breath, my body sore in the most amazing way I stare back at him.

“Holy shit,” he exhales, looking around the kitchen. Probably for something to clean his hand with.

“Ding!”

The oven alerts us that its preheating is done and the muffins are ready to be baked.

Crow

In the bathroom washing my hands, I try to avoid the mirror. I know my face is flushed and hair a fucking mess but I don’t want to look at the man that just fucked the sweetest, most beautiful woman he’s come across in a long time. I have no business hooking up with her, it’s obvious she’s not built for the outlaw life and I’m dragging her in it for my own selfish reasons. I’ve chased women who have attitude, drama, and smart mouths my whole life and never gave two shits about them. Then I meet Maybelline with her doe eyes and soft voice and she undoes me like an angel unveiling the fucking reaper.