Chain - Heartlands Motorcycle Club

My dick has never been so hard, and as much as I wanted it hard and fast with her, I wanted to take care of her.

Please her.

Have her tell me I’m what she wants. What she needs. That she will never get enough.

Never.

Her eyes are on mine as I climb into place between her open legs. Resting a hand on each of her knees, I push upward, both raising her hips and spreading her wide, so I can see the wink of her pink puckered back entrance and my mind drifts to when that will be mine as well.

There isn’t anything about her I don’t want. Those sorts of feelings have never swirled inside of me, but from the few guys in our club that have found their old ladies, I know it can happen. Even hard ass, cold mother fuckers can have their heart stolen, and I’m afraid that’s what’s finally happening to me.

I drop one hand to my dick and hold it straight out. Her hair in a wild chocolate halo around her head, with her cheeks red as I give her opening the first taste of the monster between my legs.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, princess. Everyone’s going to know you’re taken. You’re not going to walk the same ever.”

“God, Please…Chain.” More pleading, and as she tips her head back all I can think is, it’s so fucking hot to hear those words.

I can’t wait, her body stiffens as I give her the first pressure and slip only a fraction of an inch inside her hot tight hole.

Sweat is trickling down my back and I need my cum filling her. She needs to smell like me from now on.

When her eyes finally come to mine, I sink inside of her. Her slick hot vise grips around me and I’m already addicted. There’s no more soft left.

I slam into her, the headboard banging against the wall.

Faster.

Harder.

I drop my hands to her hips, grabbing hard and holding her up off the mattress a few inches, so I can get deeper. I want my cum delivered directly into her womb and the thought has me grunting and rutting into her until sweat drips off my brow and my breathing feels like I’ve run a marathon.

“Fucking mine.” I grit out. Each word is painful with the restraint of not unleashing myself inside of her.

I lean back just enough to see my dick slick, her opening obscene as it stretches around me, her lips riding up and down my shaft.

She’s moaning, but the way her pussy is strangling my dick it has to hurt.

“Baby.” I clench my teeth. “You okay?”

She nods. “Hurts. So big. So good. I’m so full of you. All of you. I want all of you…”

Her silky walls grip tighter making it so hard not to cum.

“It’s all yours, princess. It’s always going to be yours. You’re going to take good care of this cock for the rest of your life. You hear me? The rest of your life.”

My words shock me as much as it looks like they shock her, but the effect is what I needed.

Her inner walls pulse and her back arches as she whimpers and moans, making enough noise to rattle the walls and I love it all.

She’s loud. Loud for me. Because she’s cumming for me.

Only me.

I pump in and out. Driving inside of her because I want us to feel this forever. This moment when we knew there would be no one else after this.

Just us.

She moans and rolls her hips and I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back and give her more.

There’s a sloppy mess between her legs and I love feeling how her body yields to me. Gives itself to me. But it’s still not enough.

I lean forward, taking her tits in my hands, using them as handles as I drive with more force than is heathy, in and out as her cries of agony are mixed with her sounds of pleasure.

Cum is seeping from my dick as I squeeze and feel her nipples against my palms. Thinking of the day creamy white milk will be slick when I squeeze, and my mouth waters knowing I will take what her body gives and swallow it all down.

My thick cock aches, my balls heaving, ready to spill as she cums again. Pulsing and jerking me off from the inside.

“Who do you fucking belong to?” I grimace, digging my nails into her soft flesh, pumping in and out hard, the bed sounding like it’s ready to concede defeat.

Her eyes are on me, tears on her cheeks, and I wait, pausing—as much as it feels like death to do so—until she answers.

“You.” She whispers, her words raspy and desperate. “I belong to you.”

“Fuck yes, you do.”

Her body responds, gripping around me as I fuck her hard. Harder than I’ve ever fucked before. Because I’m giving her part of me. Part of me I didn’t know I had before her.