Page 53 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“Ruger. This is a matter of mathematics.”

I shrug. She knows I wasn’t good at school. If she’s a teacher, she must be able to tell. Zayna sighs and gently moves her hand over the length of my shaft. It’s almost painful. I want to cum so fucking badly, but not until I feel at least her mouth around my dick.

“Your dick is at least eleven inches. I have never seen anything like it.”

I don’t know what she means. She bends over and kisses the head of my dick like she’s kissing a puppy. She has to spread her mouth really wide, but she does and fits the head in. I am too fucking stunned to respond. Because this is like every dark fantasy I’ve ever had come true. Better than my dark fantasies because love makes sex so much better than hate, despite the fascination with “hate sex”. This is so much better. Her lips are so fucking wet. That’s almost better than how soft they are. She spreads her lips wider to fit more of my head and she’s already about to choke, but all I can think about is how good her mouth feels around my dick.

I groan and push my hips forward. Zayna presses her palms against my thighs in an effort to control the pace, but I can’t let her tease and torture me anymore. Her warm lips on my cock drives the goodness out of me. I grab her hair, feel the control transferring from Zayna’s lips to my hands as I take a firm grip of those curls and slowly move her lips off my shaft, giving her a second to breathe before I push as much of my cock as I can fit all the way in Zayna’s mouth.

I stop when the tip of my dick scrapes the back of her throat. Zayna gags and I pull out quickly so she can breathe and more importantly, trust me with this level of control.

“I need to use your mouth,” I growl, giving her as much warning as I can before I grab Zayna’s hair and fuck her mouth recklessly. She runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft, teasing me with her lips and tongue as much as she can while I pump furiously between those soft pillow lips.

My balls tighten after a few more deep thrusts into her mouth. She gets a little over half my dick in her mouth before she chokes and can’t breathe. I keep pushing her to take more,training her gag reflex, but if I keep going, I’ll cum long before I make progress on getting her lips ready to take a dick this big.

Before I can release inside her mouth, I pull Zayna’s head off my dick and let her kneel back, choking and gasping for breath. She looks up at me in desperate confusion as tears stream down her face. My cock is slick with her spit and red with desire.

“Clothes off. Bend over the bed.”

I can’t form longer sentences. Zayna is still gasping and coughing to dislodge spit from the back of her throat. I have no patience anymore. My animal desire courses through me along with a fear that rises the more I give myself to her.

Those other menwho touched her are still alive. And I need them all dead. I need to fuck this woman hard. Tattoo my name on her skin. Then kill every last man who laid his hands on her. The urge is more powerful than any purpose I have ever felt. Stronger than the drive I felt to serve my country. It’s desperate. Dark. Desire unlike anything I’ve experienced. This woman scares me.

“Now,”I growl at her. Taking back what little control I have. Because Zayna… I don’t know how she did this. But I would do anything to keep her. Anything to make her happy. No matter how dark. No matter how cruel.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zayna

Istrip down to nothing as Ruger watches me with his focused, intense blue gaze. He has that wild, inappropriate expression on his face, like he is barely waiting to ravish me. His dick pulses forward like a thick sword, except he drips with my spit all over the tip of his cock and looks like he wants to fight me with it.

I walk over to the bed, keeping him in my peripheral vision. He doesn’t waste time. When I bend over, Ruger positions himself behind me. I convince myself that he’s going to shove that monstrous dick in me with one full stroke, but I feel his hand on my back first.

My heart starts pounding out of control. He is so fucking unpredictable sometimes. Ruger’s hand runs over my ass cheek then squeezes.

“Pretty,” he whispers. I shiver as Ruger’s rough squeezing turns into soft, gentle strokes. He appreciates the fullness of my butt, runs his hand over the length of my back and then I hear a thud. What the hell is he doing back there? I glance over my shoulders to see Ruger on his knees.Damn.

He doesn’t notice me watching, too distracted by my legs and ass to do anything else. I stifle what would have been a much louder moan when he parts my lower lips with his fingers andslides his tongue over the length of my slit. It’s pure cruelty how good he feels. His tongue is so soft and I’m already wet, so it’s easy for him to work between my folds and build even more of that heat.

My hips squirm and it’s harder for me to breathe as all the energy in my body focuses on reaching a climax. Ruger spreads my legs apart like a buttered biscuit and then slides his tongue so deep that I can’t stop myself. Immediately, the dam bursts and I cum hard. So hard that I feel like my mind flashes blank and I just want more. I don’t think about who has his head between my legs.

I let him push that tongue deeper and I moan so he keeps going because I get so desperate to cum again. Ruger pushes his tongue against my back door. This time I have to bite my lip to stop my moan from being too loud because the intensity of my orgasm and thesurprisejust hits me.

I can’t breathe. I can’t even think straight. I gasp for breath, praying Ruger stops but unable to make a sound except weak, soft whimpers. He pulls his face away. I breathe a sigh of relief too soon before I feel the soft, dripping head of Ruger’s dick running across the length of my lower lips.

That dick is at least eleven inches long. By a woman’s standards. Not a man’s. There is no need for meto exaggerate the situation…I panic.

My next breath doesn’t enter my lungs, causing me to gasp. Ruger’s firm palm steadies my back. Still no oxygen. He doesn’t care. After waiting this long, Ruger can’t stop himself now. I saw that look he gave me in the kitchen and I gave him one right back. He grunts as he thrusts the head between my legs. I make a pained yelp as his girth stretches me so wide my panicked mind tells me I’m going to snap open. He’s thick too.

I was already shaking in fear and panicking from the length of this man’s dick, but now that I feel the head pulsing betweenmy legs and barely an inch inside me, I realize I’ll have to take on his thickness too. There’s no way that Ruger can fit that dick inside me without me feeling at least a knot in the base of my stomach.

One labored breath of oxygen makes its way inside me, but my panicked breath sends sharp, blinding tears flowing from the corners of my eyes. It’s going to hurt so much more. Ruger grunts and pushes again, still only managing another inch inside me.

I already feel so full…

I can’t survivethis if I focus on the pain. I search for something else, and my mind lands on Ruger’s breathing. It’s so quiet, I can hear every sound he makes. He sounds gentle. Appreciative. Like he knows it hurts.

But this man is fucking crazy too. Sex means something to him – something deep. He grunts as he thrusts another couple of inches inside me. The pain is nearly blinding. I can’t stop the tears, but I can stop myself from passing out by steadying myself with Ruger’s breath.

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