Biker's Bride (Demons MC)

“You like that, spoiled girl?”

“Fuck you,” I moaned back, knees shaking as his calloused fingers ran around my clit and waves of pleasure overtook me.

“I know you want that,” he said, and slid his hand out, as the pleasure felt like it was about to crest. I dropped back onto the flats of my feet and slipped my hands from around his neck, letting my bra drop to the floor, moved my fingers down his sculpted chest and abs, and unbuttoned his fly. He dropped his arms to his sides as I unzipped his shorts and pulled them down, dropping to my knees. I reached up and pulled down his black boxer briefs and watched as his rock hard cock slid out.

I reached up and gripped the base, shocked at its size and girth. “Holy shit,” I said quietly, and I heard him grunt his pleasure at my reaction. I looked up at him, lips gently at his tip, and his deep green eyes burned with pleasure. I slid my tongue out along the tip, ran it down to the root, and back up, sliding his cock into my mouth.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, and slid his fingers into my hair. I sucked hard at his tip, running it in and out, then took as much of him into my throat as I could.

“Oh, fuck yes, you spoiled slut,” he said, and I felt a thrill fill me. I slid back and sucked him hard, running my right hand around his shaft while my left hand caressed his rock hard abs. I wanted so badly for him to call me a slut again, so I slid his cock into my throat and felt myself gag.

“You like that don’t you, spoiled slut,” he said again, his fingers firm in my hair, but not pressing. He wanted me to do the work and I knew it. I pulled back and made eye contact.

“Yes,” I said, then teased him by slowly running my hand up and down his long, thick shaft.

“I could tell the first time we met how you liked it,” he grunted. “Take my cock again.”

I smiled at him then slowly let his throbbing rod enter my mouth and slide into my throat. I resisted the urge to gag and held it there, and I heard him groan his pleasure. I pulled it back out with a loud pop, breathing heavily and working his shaft with my hand, his whole member soaking wet and sticky with my saliva.

He reached down and pulled me to my feet easily. He kissed me again, and pushed our bodies over toward the couch. I felt my back press against the cold wall, and his strong hand spun me around. I pressed my hands up against the plaster as he unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs. I felt my spot grow even more soaking wet as he slowly took my panties off. I felt him press up behind me, and heard his heavy breath in my ear. His fingers found my soaking spot and rubbed, and I spread my legs wider to let him have me. His left hand found my breasts as his right slid up and down my clit. I felt his fingers press inside of me and I moaned before he moved back to my clit.

“Fuck me,” I half whispered half moaned. I felt his smile against my neck again.

“I like it when you beg,” he whispered, and I let out a low moan of joy and pleasure. I felt his body heat move away for a second, and heard him fumble with his pants. I looked back as he pulled a condom from his wallet, ripped it open, then moved back toward me. He firmly pushed me back into position and spread my legs wide. I felt exposed and hot, body sweating from the work, and I needed him inside me. He finished rolling, and placed his hands on my hips.

He pressed himself into me, his thick cock sliding deep. I was soaked through, wetter than I’d ever been, and he easily filled me. I let out a loud moan as he slowly worked himself deeper. I felt his body press up against mine, and his lips found my neck again as he slowly began to grind his hips. His huge cock filled every inch of me, and I was almost blinded by the incredible mix of pleasure and pain his first thrusts brought me.

His speed increased, and I felt his one hand leave my hip to rub his finger against my clit. My knees began to shake again with the sheer pleasure of him, and I moaned with abandon. He began to fuck me hard, grunting his pleasure.

“Do you like taking my cock?” he whispered in my ear, and I could only reach back with one hand to press against his hip. He took that as my approval and thrust harder into me, his hand rubbing gently but firmly my clit, and I bucked my hips back against him, greedy for every inch. I felt myself growing close, my knees shaking and my muscles tense.