Page 58 of Biker's Collar: Property of Scrap

“I still need my dick sucked, princess. Trust me, it’ll make us both feel better.”

I would rather suck his dick than talk at this point. He meets no resistance when he thrusts his hips forward. Owen’s dick is so damn big. I have to stretch my lips wide just to fit the head in. Owen keeps his hand clutching my hair and I can feel his energy surging through his fingertips as he slides the first inch of his cock inside me. Owen’s satisfied groan almost makes me think he’s ready to cum. He barely has half his dick inside me. I should have known he would want more.

My mouth stretches wider as Owen pushes more of his dick inside me. He groans in pleasure and my mouth opens wider. I don’t fight him. Submitting to him like this after building up so much fucking tension from reliving my past actually feels good.I want to put it out of my head and just let everything go except pleasuring Owen’s gigantic dick. I have to focus so I can breathe.

Once he has more than half his dick in my mouth, breathing gets much harder.

Owen’s dick is big and the second he spreads my lips, I feel pain surging through me and a strange desire to take him deeper. To feel alive from having him do this to me.

“You feel so fucking good,” Owen grunts. My heart flips again. I can’t say a word of what I really feel, but he blurts out everything on his mind like there isn’t a damn thing in this world that scares him. Not even vulnerability. It doesn’t feel fair.

I close my eyes and try to pretend that letting him in doesn’t scare me. Now that he knows my secret, he can control me. Betray me. It’s bad enough he put that collar around my neck and had sex with me in a way that busted my heart wide open. I let him into my past. Into the story of Vickie Tolliver. I never let anyone know that story before.

I lied to every girl I met in the club, telling them versions of the truth. I never wanted anyone to connect me back to the life I left behind or the shame that came with it. Owen doesn’t seem to care that my past is something so royally fucked up.

“I want to cum in that sweet fucking mouth,” he growls before surprising me by pushing his hips forward and nearly choking me with the full length of his dick. I feel the tip touching the back of my throat. Spit rushes out my nose. I make a soft, choking sound and gag as Owen’s dick claims every inch of my throat.

It’s too much for him to handle. He groans loudly and I can feel him trying to give me some relief from the size of his dick, but he can’t control his orgasm. Cum rushes out of his cock and coats the back of my throat. I gasp loudly as he pushesall the way inside me again, following his instincts and nearly suffocating me.

Pushing my head back into the pillow is the only way I can fight the force of Owen’s cum, but his dick is so big that I can only get a few inches of relief. He only leaves me without oxygen for a few seconds before pulling away. I instantly meet his gaze. I don’t know why. My previous vulnerability makes me weak.

With my lips shut, I have no choice but to swallow his cum. I would much rather do that than let him drip out of my lips. He tastes warm. Salty. Not bad.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Owen says. There’s that flutter in my chest again. Vulnerability and something else. He scowls at me. Or at the world in general. I can’t tell which.

“I need you to trust me with the Hakeem thing,” he says. “Can you do that?”

“We’re just going to kill him. I know what you’re capable of.”

He smirks. “I could say the same for you.”

Owen joins me in bed after freeing me from his restraints. He is so damn eager and quick to jump into bed with me that I barely realize what the hell is happening until he’s just… there. All 6’4” of Owen’s gigantic hairy body presses against mine and I can feel every raw inch of his well developed muscles pulsing beneath my grasp.

I feel scared to touch him. But Owen doesn’t seem afraid of anything at all. He grabs my cheeks and he kisses me like I didn’t just suck his dick. He makes a low groan in his throat as his tongue enters my mouth. Not disgust. Desire. Wetness gushes between my thighs and I don’t know what the fuck to do with that strange fucked up feeling that comes along with my new vulnerability.

Owen just kisses me like he isn’t thinking of a damn thing. I work up the courage to touch him because I have to make my hands do something so I don’t die from the awkwardness that accompanies my new openness. Owen is just so big. So goddamn sure of himself. His confidence is a danger to both of us, but right now, it just makes me feel safe trusting him.

Weirdly.

I touch his back and a shiver runs straight through me. It’s a ‘yes’. The desire goes through every inch of my body and adds to the wetness between my legs.

“Your hands feel so good,” he murmurs. “Keep touching me, Vickie. Don’t stop… Don’t fucking stop…”

We don’t stop kissing until my lips feel like they’re about to fall off. They burn. Owen pulls away to get a good look at me with his face pressed to mine. My awkwardness and vulnerability feel like they’re both crashing into me intensely. I can’t hide from him now.

“You looked so hot swallowing my cum,” Owen whispers, running his thumb over my lips. “I’m going to fuck you now…”

Owen takes my clothes off slowly, watching my reaction as he reveals each new piece of my skin. He does everything with so much impossible patience, kissing parts of me one bit at a time as he exposes me. Owen spreads my legs once he has me naked the way he wants, and instantly touches between my lower lips, embarrassing me by exposing how wet I am for him. I hate feeling this exposed. But Owen loves it. His face gleams with pure delight and crow’s feet draw at the corners of his handsome eyes.

“I knew you would be wet,” he says. “You can’t hide how much you love my big white dick…”

I want to say something smart and disapproving of him mouthing off like that, but Owen stops me with a distracting and intense kiss. He spreads my lips open, pushing his tongue in and teasing my tongue. Playing with me.

My hands grab his ass cheeks and I don’t even know how he brings this lust out of me. I pull him close. I moan for him. I want to feel Owen’s dick between my thighs. He hikes my legs up and spreads me open. I feel that large head rubbing against my entrance. My breath catches. I can still taste him all over my tongue. His smell invades my nostrils and now the head of his dick throbs against my entrance, promising me relief from the pain of vulnerability.

“I want you,” Owen whispers. “Second I saw your sexy ass, I wanted you… I can’t believe I found you again, even when you tried to run…”

He thrusts the head of his dick inside me and I lose control of myself from the first moan. I can’t even hide it. My body responds too perfectly to his and my hips buck forward, drawing Owen’s dick deeper inside me. I feel tight, like his dick is so big that it’s creating pressure in my pelvis. I gasp for breath and try to move my hips, but he still had to thrust forward hard to get his dick buried inside me to the hilt.

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