Page 27 of Biker's Collar: Property of Scrap

“I suggest you start,” I respond quickly, utterly failing to hide how she irritates me. Betraying any emotion to this woman will only lead to her taking advantage of it. The best option I have is to do what dad would have suggested — bond her to me. Do what women need to feel connected to men.

Normal women, that is. I already fucked Vickie and that didn’t make her more loyal or bonded to me than any wild ass raccoon I might have stumbled upon instead.

“Your survival utterly depends on my good graces. I’m not the man you fucked over. A lot of shit has happened to me since then.”

“If you kept playing poker like that I believe you.”

“On your knees.”

“I’m not…”

I force her onto her knees. It’s easy because she doesn’t see it coming. Her knees land hard on the bathroom mat. Vickie criesout and looks up at me like she’s going to raise her arms and hit me.

“Don’t,” I snarl at her. “One wrong move and I’ll lock you in here for two days. I fucking mean it.”

“All you’re doing is proving I had the right idea when I met you.”

I ignore her. Vickie’s voice just pisses me off and the angrier I get, the more confused I become because my rage doesn’t seem to stop my dick from getting hard. I’ve never had those emotions all mixed together like this before. Anger. Desire. Hatred. Yearning.

Her eyes move to my crotch and she stares. What the fuck is she thinking? Does she remember how I went down on her? How I asked for nothing in return? All I wanted was to be with her. To make love to a pretty woman and let her go…

I thought we had a connection. Vickie embarrassed me. Ethan never let me forget her humiliation, especially when I would whoop his ass at gin rummy or poker. She fucking haunted me. Now, I can have this woman’s lips around my dick and I don’t care what she says — I need this.

All my emotions mount into a powerful, unstoppable force that wracks every inch of my body as I stand in front of Vickie’s position on her knees. The view up here is downright delicious. Every inch of me craves the incredible view of her thick ass kneeling before me and pleasuring my cock. I want to fuck her mouth until she chokes on my dick and her hesitation only makes me want it more.

Her hands move to my hips and brief contact from her palms through my underwear nearly makes me cum in my pants immediately.

“That dick can’t fit in my mouth,” she says. I don’t know if she thinks it’s a quiet enough statement that I won’t hear it, but I fucking hear it. Her fear sends a ripple of toxic arousal straight through me. I have no emotions for her anymore, no sympathy. I feel nothing.

“I don’t care,” I snarl at her. “I won’t ask you again.”

She slides my underwear down quickly, like she knows rushing will piss me off. I want her to appreciate my physique. I’m even more muscular than the last time we made love. She has to notice that. I want her obsession, not her indifference and it’s like this infuriating woman senses it.

My dick springs forward, almost hitting her in the face. She looks up at me, but she doesn’t touch my dick. Doesn’t even move like she plans on sucking it. I grab a handful of Vickie’s hair. She doesn’t have those braids anymore… I don’t know how to describe what’s going on with her hair, but it has a different texture. It’s almost like… dreadlocks.

I don’t care what she calls them, I wrap her hair around my hands slowly, pressing Vickie into slow submission as she looks up at me from her knees.

“If you won’t suck my dick the way I like,” I tell her. “I’ll just fuck your mouth until I cum.”

She doesn’t clench her mouth shut, but she doesn’t open up for me eagerly as I guide her head to my dick and begin to probe Vickie’s lips open. Her resistance frustrates me and using her head and a forceful push from my hips, I spread them open and slide half my dick into her mouth.

Half of my dick is just about all of what an average man has. Vickie’s lips spread wide open around my shaft and she looks up at me with nothing but pure viciousness on her face. I close myeyes and groan with pleasure as I slide my dick all the way inside her, pushing all the way to the hilt until she forces her palms against my thighs to push me away.

I don’t let her control a fucking thing. I let her fight against my thighs for a second before I slowly guide her lips off my dick and give her a second to breathe. Vickie gasps for breath as a string of spit connects her lips to my dick. I nearly cum just watching her gasp for breath after getting my dick all wet.

“You’re not done.”

I tilt her head up and put my dick back against her lips. She’s too busy sucking air in through her nose with her last seconds of freedom to fight me off. I push my dick between her lips again and slide my cock all the way in as slowly as I can, watching her lips struggle to stretch around me as she kneels. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

She looks at me with pure hatred as I fuck her mouth and I can’t stop myself from maintaining this sick eye contact with her and getting off from Vickie’s hatred. I fuck her mouth faster, grunting with pleasure each time the tip of my cock scrapes the back of her throat. It doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten against my torso. I need to cum…

Tightening my grip on Vickie’s hair, I pull her mouth all the way down the length of my cock and without warning her, I cum in her mouth, forcing every drop of my seed down her throat. This is how it should have been. This is how I should have fucked her that first night. Maybe then, she wouldn’t have run away. Vickie slams her palms against my thighs desperately as more cum erupts from my dick. It’s enough to plug her throat, so I move my shaft out of her mouth just enough to allow my seed to slide into her stomach.

“I’m going to cum anywhere I want, any time I want as long as you’re with me,” I gasp out desperately. I don’t even knowwhere the proclamation comes from, but it feels good the second I say it.

I feel confident. Bold. Like I finally have the woman I wanted in my clutches and no one to stop me from doing whatever the fuck I want with her. She’s mine…

And even if Wyatt were to tell me what to do with her, he’s my brother. He wouldn’t kill me over a woman.

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