Biker's Bride (Demons MC)

“Fuck girl.” I pushed her head back down, sliding my cock between her lips. “You drive me fucking wild.”

She slurped and sucked at me, working my dick with a hunger that surprised me. Even after last night, it was amazing how she sucked me, went right for my dick, worked the tip, let it slip down her throat.

It felt fucking incredible watching her pretty mouth work my cock. I pressed her head down, grunting as my cock slid into her throat. My whole body was on fire with desire, and I needed to come in her pretty mouth.

“Keep sucking that dick, Caralee,” I said, groaning. She worked me harder, faster, my cock soaked with her spit, her hand sliding up and down my shaft. “Fuck I want to come down that throat, make you swallow every drop.”

She continued sucking me, her tongue rolling over my tip. I reached down and felt her full breasts as she sucked me. Her body bouncing, her head bobbing, it drove me absolutely fucking wild. I could barely think as pleasure filled my body, my mind stuck only on Caralee and her perfect lips.

I pressed her down and began to thrust into her mouth, fucking her face. She began to moan slightly as I fucked her lips, and that pushed me over the edge.

I could feel the orgasm coming on. I couldn’t believe it, but I was going to come down her throat. She came at me wild and aggressive, and it just drove me absolutely wild inside.

The orgasm exploded through me and I came into her mouth. She continued sucking me, not pausing one bit, taking every drop of my hot cum. She swallowed it all, licking me clean and smiling.

“Fuck, girl,” I said. “God damn. You fucking suck cock like it’s your job.”

She shrugged. “Just returning the favor.”

“Shit.” I sat down on the couch, cock still hard, head buzzing. She curled up next to me. “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Yeah,” she said, “I know.”

I grunted and kissed her. “Now,” I said, “you want to hear what I had to say?”

“Sure,” she said.

I sighed and leaned back, enjoying myself for a moment.

I had Caralee on my arm, my cock had just been sucked, and the taste of her pussy still lingered on my lips. Life didn’t get too much fucking better than that.

“Here’s the deal,” I said. “Rod ripped the Snakes off, tried to sell them fake drugs or something stupid. Now they think you have their drugs.”

“I don’t,” she said.

“I know that. But we have to find those drugs.”

“Or what?”

“Or they won’t leave you alone,” I said. “They haven’t gotten close to you yet because they don’t know where you are exactly. But it’s only a matter of time before they find you, and we need to head that off.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

“Not sure,” I admitted. “The drugs could be anywhere.”

She was silent for a moment. “Well, way to ruin a girl’s orgasm,” she said, laughing.

“Sorry,” I grunted. “You wanted to know.”

“It’s okay.” She kissed my neck. “Tell me what to do.”

I felt my cock stir. “We should find Rod’s place and search it.”

“Okay,” she said. “I know where it is.”

“We’ll have to be careful. They’re probably watching it.”

“You can handle it,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I said, “I can.”

I kissed her then, and she returned the kiss, deeply, passionately.

I didn’t know what I was doing. This girl was my wife, and I had never wanted to get married. But here I was, letting her suck my cock, imagining how her pussy feels.

How we ended up here, I’d never understand it.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Caralee

My head was a buzzing mess as we got dressed. I didn’t know what came over me, but as soon as he stepped near me, I couldn’t control myself. I was still annoyed with him for leaving like that, and I knew I couldn’t let myself get close.

But we had a job to do. We went outside and got onto his bike.

“His place isn’t far,” I said. “Maybe twenty minutes to the west.”

He nodded. “Just direct me.”

We climbed onto his bike and headed out, blazing through the afternoon sun.

The wind whipped through my hair as I kept thinking about Ford. He was still the cocky asshole that I once knew, but there was something else in him now. Sure, he was older, more dangerous, more serious. But he also looked at me in a way that set my heart pounding, like he needed and wanted and couldn’t stop looking at me. It sent shivers down my spine, like electricity all through my body.

He made me feel good. Sexy, exciting, strong, everything I’d always wanted to feel. He made me feel that way and more.

And yet I was afraid of him and the club. I was constantly worried he was going to leave again, just disappear out of the blue. I understood that we were married, that his claiming me was a big deal, but I wasn’t sure it really mattered in the long term. What did the club care about me?