Hard Rider

I sipped from my coffee, still lost in thought.

His convictions had led him to strike down a band of heinous monsters a second time, and he’d risked his life – and those of his men – to seek vengeance on Viboras Verde for their crimes.

What now? I asked myself.

Would he do that again, knowing that he has a child on the way? Would he be willing to put his life on the line and leave a fatherless baby in his wake?

But more importantly, I feared on thing above all others:

What kind of father will he be?

As if woken by my pressing thoughts, I felt his presence behind me in that very moment. I held the warm mug cupped in both hands as Hunter’s strong, defined arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his heavy embrace.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Lots on my mind,” I replied softly.

“I know. Mine too. It’s been a long time,” he murmured, pressing his lips into my nape as he kissed up to my ear. “I’m so happy that you came back to me.”

I’d held it out while the media spun its tops. All those girls we’d rescued showed up out of the blue, drugged out of their minds and dropped off at a local hospital. While the headlines went ballistic with wall-to-wall coverage for over a week, I had to lay low and deny my involvement to a police precinct that could smell bullshit from miles away.

After the news attention died down, I’d begun assessing my options and building the foundations of my new career. All the while, I kept my distance from El Paso, biding my time and playing the game until it was safe to come out from the woodwork.

But there was another reason I was here, and I’d told him that when I arrived this afternoon.

Business.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispered, his words hot against my lobe. “Anything I can help with?”

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He asked, although his tone was more a conclusion than an inquiry. “You can’t get this new case of yours off your mind.”

“It’s a lot of things...” I smiled as I turned around, facing him in the light of the kitchen.

His strong figure as a teenager paled in comparison to the chiseled specimen of male perfection that stood naked before me.

An old scar ran from his temple down the side of his face. An authoritative tattoo of a winding dragon ran down his rippling arm. His staggering six-pack stretched down to the perfect “V”, pointing down to a huge cock that hadn’t exactly shrunk with age…

Regardless of my fears to the future… it was still a fairytale that he was even back in my life again, after he was missing for so long. It was like finding the last, wayward piece of a puzzle you’ve been trying to solve for a third of your life.

“Business as usual so quick, eh?” He chuckled lightly. “That’s fine… although you might need to give me some time to work out the morning wood,” he motioned to his mostly erect cock.

“I thought we were waiting until morning anyway?” I halfheartedly protested.

Hunter glanced at a wall clock. I followed his gaze, noting that it was half past four. “It is morning, technically,” he noted calmly. “Princess, if you’re spinning those wheels in your head, I can certainly lend you my ears…”

“I’ll lend you a hand with that first,” I smiled, leading him by the hand back to the couch. Dropping onto my knees in front of him, letting my gown unfurl to expose my ample bosom and bare body, I climbed onto his lap to straddle his cock.

“When I said ‘Straight to business…’”

“Are you complaining?” I asked, stroking his cock beneath my hips as I positioned myself. The sight of his thick dick had started warming up my engines…

“Complaining? Who said anything about complaining?” He smiled, his words turning into groans with my touch.

“Sounds a lot like you were complaining,” I murmured as sexily as I could manage, letting the lust drip down into my voice. Although, it was true that my sex drive had been off the charts the last few weeks… I just couldn’t get enough of him.

Hunter’s strong hands cupped me below my ass. Before I knew what was happening, he had thrown himself down along the couch, pulling me with him to straddle his chest.

“Wait – what are you–”

The biker didn’t stop there, sliding me into position. Within seconds, I was dumbfounded and supporting myself against the couch with a stray hand. Just as I realized he had forced me into straddling his face…

Hot breath cascaded over the lips of my pussy, and his tongue glided against the outer folds. I felt a shudder ride through me as his hands moved to clasp me against his face, holding my hips pinned down.

“Jesus, Hunter, what’s gotten into… on second thought… don’t stop,” I gasped, clenching his hair with my free hand. “Holy shit, this feels good…”

It was one thing to lay back and let him fuck me with his tongue, but being forced into such a compromising position – literally riding his face – turned on the heat, hotter than I could have imagined.

“Always wanted to do this,” I heard him murmur before he sucked on my clit. “Ride my face, babe. Ride my fucking tongue…”

My hand slipped from the couch, and I clenched my own hair with both as I rocked against his face. The pressure against my wettening loins felt amazing as he paused for breath every once in a while, his steamy exhalations flowing over my folds and sending shivers down my spine.

“This is so… so…” I couldn’t find the words.

“Wrong?” I heard the muffled voice.

Involuntarily, I let loose a low, staggering moan. “Yeah… s-something like that… but it feels so fucking good…”

Even halfway muffled, that bastard chuckle of his quietly hit the air. Dammit, Hunter, you always know how to work my body better than even I do…

He relinquished his grip on one of my thighs, and I felt his finger penetrate into my core. If it were possible to crush his skull between my shins, the moment would have been there.

My fingers clenched into his hair again, furiously forcing the pressure of his mouth and his fingers against my wet pussy as the climax built up inside…

Wave after wave of successive orgasm struck my body, and I lost myself in a cacophony of moans. Pleasure whiplashed down my spine; briefly, I was afraid that I was going to suffocate the poor man.

Hunter instead let me pull myself free, climbing off of his face and letting him have access to fresh air again. But before I could try to wobble down to a kneel between his legs, he was throwing me on all fours over the couch cushions.

My ass exposed to the air, he ripped the gown off of me and gave himself a few quick strokes before pressing into my slickened pussy.

“Now, I can fuck you as often as I want without the damned condoms,” Hunter groaned into my ear as he mounted me from behind.

“That’s right, baby,” I huskily whispered back. “Fuck m

e raw. Fuck me like the filthy girl I am.”

“Damn, Sarah,” he laughed, pulling back to secure better positioning on the couch with me. “You’ve really grown to love the dirty talk, haven’t ya? Maybe I’m rubbing off on you a bit…”

“Maybe you are, Mr. President,” I cooed, spreading my knees a little further to tighten my grip around his thick cock. “Fuck me until I’m yours…”

“You’ve never belonged to anyone else…”

Before I could think of a retort, he had already clutched a fistful of my hair. Tugging my head back, he rode me on all fours like an animal, fucking me into oblivion on the couch. My knuckles went white over the back cushioning edge as he pummeled me into complete submission.

“You’re still as tight as ever, Sarah,” he groaned into my ear again. I felt his firm arm wrap around my shoulder, sliding into position along my throat. “I’m going to make you scream…”

His firm, muscular arm served as a light choker, holding my neck into position and only slightly cutting off my air.

I felt so powerless beneath his might – powerless, and yet whole. I knew that his massive cock twitched only for me; Hunter Hargreaves might say he owns me, but the bond went both ways.

I owned this cock… I’d owned it since I was nothing but a love-struck teenager, and now we had the bond of the child growing in my womb…

Ripped from my pure sexual satisfaction, my thoughts went back to our future.

All the creeping, nagging doubts of Hunter’s place in my life – and his worthiness as a father – wormed their way into my head and broke down my pleasure.

“Is everything okay? Do you not like that?” Hunter asked suddenly, pulling his arm away from my neck.

“No, no, it’s fine,” I quickly added. “Just keep fucking me. It’s okay.”

“Sarah…” he slowed down his movements. “You’re an open book to me. I know when something’s bothering you.”

I swallowed in my throat, feeling him come to a stop inside my pussy. The wild thrusting that had been close to building up a fresh wave of orgasms was motionless now, and I felt a quick surge of guilt that I hadn’t gotten him off…