Page 25 of Biker's Collar: Property of Scrap

I didn't know white boys could have dicks like this. How damn ironic that I'm the one having the racially charged thought during our encounter. But I can't stop staring. I'm not even hiding it at this point. My mouth hangs open like a dumbass because... where the hell was he hiding that?

Logically, I know his dick can't be as thick as one of those Stanley cups my cousin goes crazy over on her Instagram page, but the dick is big. Enormous, actually. Not just thick, but long. Big enough that it's like it can coil. Can dicks coil? Most men don't have enough dick to try, but Owen definitely does.

He turns red as he looks down at it. My staring is blatantly obvious.

"It's always been..." he starts stammering and getting all awkward. "I'm embarrassed to show it a lot because... pretty much all my relationships have fallen apart because of this thing."

Have his relationships "fallen apart" or did his dick physically murder the women involved? The hard-boiled egg in my throat feels like it cloned itself. I can't say anything or do anything but stare. I feel bad for making him feel worse. Clearly, he feels a little like a freak.

But his dick is freaky. Sometimes, you got something freaky going on and me staring or not won't change your awareness of that.

"Normal women don't want to get near my dick," he says. "And I've been... pretty much made fun of my entire life."

I shudder, exhaling slowly. Why is he telling me this? It's like he caught the strange vulnerability I felt earlier and this diseased desire to open up to each other has finally reached Owen.

Better him than me.

"I won't make fun of you, baby," I say, adding the baby at the end because it feels like something white boys want to hear a black woman say. "I... I want to feel you."

He chuckles. "Yeah. Well, you wouldn't if they hadn't paid you. Trust me. I know I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak," I respond, this time meaning it because he sounds so genuinely hurt that my human side kicks in and I forget my plan to be a stone cold bitch and drug this man. See? It's that fucking vulnerability. "You're different. And it's... a big, beautiful dick."

That part is true. He has a very aesthetically pleasing dick. Like, almost perfect in its shape, in the roundness of the head. Down to the veins bulging along the sides of his engorged member, which just keeps swelling with his desire.

He's a grower -- not a show-er. Which means that giant dick is getting even bigger in front of me.

Everything happening right now with Owen is so much worse than anything I could have ever imagined. His brutality would have been expected. His brutality would have made everything between us easier. The side of himself that he shows me is the furthest thing from brutal. Aside from his strange desire to self-immolate, he comes across as normal. More normal than anyguy I’ve ever known — normal like a white guy in a Hallmark movie.

His dick isn’t normal. That much is true. But his personality is so simultaneously calm and commanding that Owen nearly overrides my fear of his dick coming towards me. Our eyes meet briefly, but my survival instincts push me not to take my eyes off the monster moving towards my entrance. As if testing my ability to remain fearless in the face of danger, Owen’s giant dick drools slightly, a thick clear dribble of fluid oozing from the tip as he stares at my ass and pussy excitedly.

“Goddamn,” he whispers. “I know you’re going to feel so good.”

He pushes the head of his dick up against my entrance purposefully. I feel immediate force as my entrance resists the presence of his dick. He’s big, so he has to move it around in a circle to coat his dick in juices and make it even slightly possible for him to enter me. Owen’s hand presses into my back. Warm contact from his firm palm spreads pleasure through me. I arch my back and he meets that movement by pushing forward.

The first inch of intrusion from his dick causes a burst of pain. I bite my lower lip so hard I nearly draw blood, but a twisted part of me wants to know what it feels like. We’re already this far. I want to know what it feels like to have this man’s big white dick buried inside me. I can’t stop my heart from pounding out of control. My pussy drips with excitement and I’m downright drooling with the desire for more of him.

Owen makes a bestial groan as he slips another inch inside me. The burst of pain spreads, but I can tell deep down once he gets all the way inside me, I’ll feel good. He has to feel good. This is what our bodies are made for, right? And there’s a reason my instinct is to do a double take when I see his dick.

“You feel so tight,” he groans as he pushes almost half his dick inside me. I already feel full. I can’t stop myself frommoaning as he moves another inch inside me. My lips spread wide around his dick and I don’t know where he’s going to put the rest of that big white dick because I can already feel him in the base of my stomach and it feels like we’re both about to burst. Anything would feel tight around a dick that big.

I glance over my shoulders, making my situation worse. It’s so much hotter than I thought it would be. My ass looks incredible and Owen looks amazing hitting it from the back with his chiseled body and darkened cheeks. He wears his arousal all over him and it makes it impossible not to cum when he yields to his urges and thrusts the rest of his dick inside me with one swift motion.

We both cry out together as he buries himself in me to the hilt. There isn’t an inch left inside me for him to move. He has to withdraw slowly and stretch me out with each thrust. I’ve never been with a dick like this before. Will it hurt or feel good? It’s too late to back out. I grip the sides of the kitchen counter and arch my back more as Owen slowly slides his dick out of my pussy.

Holy shit. It feels good. Way better than I expected. That pleasure only explodes when he slides his dick all the way back in. I cum instantly. No shame. No damn control. One thrust from this man’s giant dick and I cum all over him. I never experienced this much sensitivity in my life… this much weakness. I gasp and moan as the orgasm waves wash over me.

Owen presses his body into mine, leaning over me and sucking hard on my neck as my pussy continues to convulse in pleasure around his freakishly massive cock.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Cum all over my dick… You feel so damn tight and I love it…”

He moves again and I lose control. Cumming again feels even better than the first time. Physically. Emotionally, I am freaking out. But Owen loves it. The more I cum, the faster he pumps intome. I lose track of how much I cum, so when he grunts, “I’m cumming…”, I’m eager for him to finish.

I throw my hips back, losing myself in the moment and telling myself the deep, deep lie that I’m just doing it for the money. The money I already got. Owen loves it. He pushes forward with his last thrust and clutches my body against his as his massive dick convulses inside me.

Heat rushes out of the tip of his member and I feel warmth from the gush of his cum spreading through the base of my stomach. He came inside me. This crazy man came inside me and my body’s immediate response is sending this strange rush of dopamine all the way through me.

I want him to stay there… And that scares the crap out of me.

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