Page 32 of Taken By Her Two Savage Bikers
She was a sharp one. “Fair enough. His sister was murdered when he was in his late teens. He witnessed the whole thing. We were never able to fully confirm it, but we suspect it was a member of the Revenants that did it. We have no idea why, but from what we know she was an addict, so my guess is that she got in it with them for a lot of money and they eventually just killed her.”
Her eyes went wide as she gasped. “That’s horrible.”
“It’s better than the alternative. If you want to know more you’ll have to discuss it with him, though there’s not much other than that to tell.”
Giving me an odd look, her brow knit, no doubt not able to comprehend what would be worse than losing your life.
“The alternative was that they would have kidnapped her and sent her off to be sold to a buyer overseas who’d use her as a slave for God knows what. I don’t believe that’s their main form of income, but it wouldn’t surprise me to find out they deal in the human trade as well.”
Her lips formed an “O” shape, her eyes growing wide. After a minute her mouth snapped shut. “I can’t imagine.”
“There’s a lot of really bad people out there. I can’t say me and my club are angels, because we’re not. But we try to run our business with as much integrity as possible. Does that make sense?”
“Little bit.” She closed her eyes and tucked her head under my chin, wiggling a little closer to me and closing the distance between our bodies until her stomach was pressing against my semi-erection.
Well, that’s not going to help with keeping myself at bay.
She squirmed again. I wasn’t sure if she was doing it by accident or on purpose, but it was doing the trick, making my cock turn rock solid. I was only human and this was too much of a temptation. Placing my index finger under her chin, I tilted her face upward and lowered my lips to her.
“You’re not making this easy for me to just get up and start my day, lady,” I said with a smile. My dick had risen to its full potential and demanded I get another feel of her.
“I wasn’t trying to make it easy,” she replied, turning over to her stomach and looked at me over her shoulder.
Grabbing the edge of the blanket, I threw it back, uncovering her body fully. Her skin was the most exquisite shade of light brown. Sitting up, I swung a leg over her lower back and gently lowered myself, not giving her all of my weight. Reaching up to her shoulders, I gently began to work the tight muscles. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask her if she was stressed over something and then mentally kicked myself. Of course she was stressed; she’d been kidnapped less than a week ago for Christ’s sakes – by me.
She rotated her shoulders and sighed, burying her face into the white pillow cover. “That’s so nice.”
Grinning, I forced myself to push my own needs to the side for a few minutes as I slowly worked my way down her back, ensuring I got every single knot and tight muscle I could find. By the time I reached her back she was moaning and grinding her ass against my junk, which was so solid my balls were beginning to ache.
I slid myself down her body so I could work her glutes.
Looking over her shoulder at me there was a gleam of mischief in her dark eyes. “It’s taking you long enough. Give me all you have.” Her sultry voice wrapped around me, coaxing me to take what I wanted.
Our gazes locked for a span of several beats. The look in her eyes was bringing the feral part of me out, shattering my resistance. Sliding between her legs, I sat up on my knees as I grabbed her hips and pulled her upward until she was also on her knees and her ass was high in the air and lined up with my dick.
“I’m going to make you regret you just said that.” Slipping two fingers into her, I tested her pussy. My cock jerked to discover she was soaked between her legs. Ripe for the picking. Pressing my cock at her entrance, I gripped her hips and slammed into her so hard that it sent her body forward, pushing her face into the pillow.
I couldn’t hold back. She’d challenged me. And the feeling of her pussy stretching to accommodate my girth felt too fucking good to be gentlemanly right now. My fingers dug deep into her hips; if I was hurting her she wasn’t letting on.
One hand left her hip to slip into her hair and wrap the lower half of her black hair around my fist, pulling her back up to me. She groaned but didn’t protest, instead she backed against me, arching her back like a cat.
“That all you have?” she gasped, looking over her shoulder to look at me.
I chuckled. Fair enough. If a rough, fast fucking is what she wanted then it was what she was going to get!
Sliding out, I slammed back into her again with a groan as my balls slapped against her pussy. Again and again, I slipped out and slammed back in. With each thrust she’d moan and push back against me. It wasn’t long before the room echoed a symphony of our moans and the slap slap slap sound as I entered her over and over again.
“Oh Lord,” she moaned.
That was an understatement. A sheen of sweat began to layer my body as we rocked back and forth, our bodies becoming one again and again. The pleasure was so intense that I didn’t want it to end, but at the same time the end was nearing with each thrust. I needed to slow down so I could continue to indulge in the pleasure her body was offering me or it would be over all too quickly.
“Whoa, slow down.” I sank myself deep into her, allowing the silky strands of her hair to slip from my fingertips as I attempted to regain my composure, but she was having nothing of it.
Pushing back against me, she began to thrust and move, fucking me instead of the other way around.
Grunting, I attempted to calm myself. Counting backward from 100. Thinking back and trying to solve a math equation in my head. Anything to distract myself, but it was no use.
“I need you,” she moaned, moving against me.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Giving up on trying to hold back, I grabbed her hips again in both hands and began to ride her like I’d never done before. My thrusts were fast, hard, frantic, all tenderness was gone and all that mattered was getting off.
One. Two. Three thrusts.
Her moans were practically screams, which I’m sure Phoenix would easily hear if he was still in the house and not out checking on the crops. But it didn’t matter; nothing mattered except the ultimate climax.
My entire body was tightly wound and muscles beginning to scream in protest when her pussy clenched around my cock, milking it as she cried out and then flopped onto the bed, panting wildly. Her soft pussy clenching my dick, begging me for my seed was my undoing. With a groan, I slammed into her one final time, releasing my seed and filling her to the hilt.
Moments later, keeping my dick sunk into her core, I collapsed onto her, doing my best to hold some of my weight up with my hands planted on either side of her head. God, she felt so good around me, even as my dick began to slowly shrink, feeling as tired as I was – at least for a moment anyhow.
“You’re fucking amazing, woman,” I growled against her neck before gently biting at her shoulder. The only response I got was a soft, satisfied moan.
