Page 45 of Biker's Collar: Property of Scrap

I like how her pussy feels. She makes a low, soft moan and I keep massaging her clit and letting those juices drip and explode all over her thighs. My dick spreads her open, forcing her pussy wide around the length of my cock. She has the sexiest dark brown lips and they’re so fucking smooth. I groan as I push my hips forward, allowing those glossy ass lips to engulf every inch of my dick.

Vickie makes a hotter moan than my wildest and most perverted fantasies could have ever conjured up. I can feel my balls growing tight against my body just from how fucking hot she sounds, never mind how damn good her pussy feels clamped down around my dick.

I gently touch her back. She’s soft as a marshmallow everywhere. Thicker than I remember. I withdraw slowly, keeping my hand stroking her back as Vickie’s body responds to my cock teasing the walls of her pussy as I move out of her. She is so fucking tight. I remember her being this tight.

I remember having to clench my jaw like I was getting my leg sawed off just to stop myself from emptying inside her too soon. I barely care about her pleasure now. She’s soaking wet, so clearly she’s enjoying this and after such a long wait… I just want to finish.

“I knew you would be wet,” I grunt as I move my hips forward, enjoying the wet slapping sounds of our bodies moving together. When Vickie inhales loudly, gathering up the effort to protest, I push my dick all the way inside her and force out a slutty ass moan instead.

“I hate you,” she gasps after the moan pushes her thighs to tremble. I keep fucking her slowly. Trembling thighs. Soft moans. This gorgeous woman is getting close again and the next time she cums, I know I don’t stand a fucking chance. I’ll empty my dick inside her.

I doubt she’s on birth control.

But I don’t fucking care.

I would never allow what happened between me and Kaylee-Marie to ever happen again. I was young, infinitely stupid, andso full of self-loathing that I missed all the signs that her interest in me was related to what she could get out of me, my family and the club.

Leaning forward, I kiss Vickie’s shoulder. She moans again, thrusting her hips back to meet me. I love every ounce of proof I can steal from her that she enjoys this too.

“You’re too wet to hate me,” I whisper, pushing inside Vickie deep. “You’re about to cum… I can feel it…”

Punishing both of us, I thrust my dick all the way inside Vickie and force an orgasm out of her. She moans and for a moment makes an effort to scramble away. No. My fingers sink into her flesh as I grip her hips and resist her effort to escape me.

Watching her thick ass bounce against my body as I hold onto her hips draws my cum straight out of my balls. My instincts push me forward so every last inch of my dick sinks into Vickie’s soft pussy. She gushes like a waterfall as I slide all the way inside and that gush of pussy juice draws every last drop of cum from my cock.

“Fuck…” I groan, leaning forward and allowing the softness from Vickie’s bubble butt to cushion me as I kiss the glowing skin on her back. There is so fucking much to appreciate about this woman. Her fluffiness. How good it feels to bury my dick in such a fat, tight pussy. Vickie’s skin color. Her hair…

I wait to catch my breath before pulling out of her pussy. My cock doesn’t want to leave the safety and warmth of her tightness. Emotions rush through me as I withdraw, especially as I watch my cum spill down her thighs, mixing with Vickie’s juices to create the most arousing scene.

She leans forward, like she doesn’t want to turn around. I walk over to her and grab her collar firmly, pulling Vickie to her feetand half-expecting her to fight this extremely dominant motion towards her. Instead, she makes a soft moan of protest and gazes up at me with shockingly subdued dark brown eyes.

Holding onto her collar firmly, I can’t help myself. The way she looks at me makes me want it. I lean forward and kiss her. Vickie purses her lips shut like she doesn’t want me at first. No. She can’t pull this shit now. Not when I just came inside her.

I don’t know why she resists me so fucking hard, but tonight… it stops. I bite down on Vickie’s lower lip hard enough that I almost draw blood. She yelps and her lips part slightly, allowing me to get right in there and kiss her more. Biting her provokes her to kiss me back softly at first and then attack right back with a very intentional and malicious bite to my upper lip.

I chuckle.

“Good girl…”

“Fuck you,” she whispers. Then I kiss her softly. Forgiveness. Desire for closeness. The worst type of yearning. It’s enough to temporarily soften her “fuck you”. She touches my cheek. It’s the first time I have ever felt this woman properly reaching out to me and it sends a shiver straight through me as she runs her fingers through my beard.

Fearing the worst reaction from her, my hands drop slowly to Vickie’s waist, testing the waters as I grip the thick bulge of her hips. She makes a soft grunting noise, but loses her typical resistance to me. It’s enough to almost get me hard again. I squeeze her for more control and then move my hands to her ass, continuing to kiss Vickie as I touch one of the best parts of her sexy, full-figured body.

I. Love. That. Ass.

My dick rises again just from touching it.

“I want you,” I whisper. “I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”

Twenty-One

Southpaw

1 week later

The War Room

The plan should be simple, but getting the club members to carry this out without vice or distraction will be another problem entirely. We are having a “truncated” spontaneous meeting. The last club meeting as rowdy and upbeat as this one was long before dad died. There are few situations that require us to meet on more than a quarterly basis. Hosting a bunch of bikers can be a fucking problem.

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