Page 18 of Hellfire's Mercy

Chapter 7 - Chloe

I can't believe this is happening. Is this insanity?

My first time… And with an MC president, with a source. I'm going against every journalistic ethic I've ever learned, but it feels so good, so right. He's my protector, after all.

Hellfire slows his movements, his massive hands cupping my ass as he lifts me effortlessly. I gasp as he thrusts deeper inside me, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"Where's the bedroom, sweetheart?" he growls against my neck.

I manage to point down the hall, and he carries me there, his cock still buried inside me. Each step sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

He lays me gently on the bed, positioning himself on top of me again. But a surge of boldness takes over, and I try to flip us. He doesn't budge – he's too big, too solid.

"Please," I whisper.

He rolls us over, letting me straddle him. I take a moment to admire his body beneath me – all hard muscle and scars. My fingers trace one particularly jagged line across his chest.

"Do you have more scars from the military or from being a biker?"

"You really can't turn off that journalist brain, can you?" His hands squeeze my hips. "More from being a biker. Lot more hand-to-hand fights in this life."

"Thank you," I say seriously, filing away the information.

"You're welcome. Now, are you going to keep interviewing me, or are you going to ride me?"

Blushing, I start to move. I've never done this before, but I do my best, slowly rocking my hips. The sensation of his thick shaft sliding in and out of me is overwhelming.

"That's it, sweetheart," he encourages, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Find your rhythm."

I brace my hands on his chest, using the leverage to lift myself up before sinking back down. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure through me, and I can't help the loud moans that escape my lips.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Hellfire growls, his eyes dark with lust as they roam my body.

One of his hands moves to where we're joined, his thumb finding my clit.

The added stimulation makes me cry out. "Oh God, Hellfire!"

"That's right, baby. Say my name."

I ride him faster, chasing the building pressure in my core. His hips start to thrust up to meet mine, burying himself even deeper inside me. The slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and my increasingly loud moans.

Suddenly, Hellfire sits up, wrapping one arm around my waist to keep me close. The new angle has me squirm, his cock hitting my G-spot over and over again.

"Look at me," he commands, and I force my eyes open to meet his intense gaze. "I want to see your face when you cum."

"Hellfire," I pant, "I'm so close."

"Me too, sweetheart. Come for me. Let me feel you."

His words and the sensations overwhelming my body push me over the edge. I come with a cry, my inner walls clenchingaround him. The intensity of it surprises me – I've never felt anything like this before.

He follows shortly after, his grip on my waist almost painful as he empties himself inside me. He buries his face in my neck, groaning my name as he pulses inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, connected intimately, both of us breathing heavily. Then he gently lays us back down, still inside me, cradling me against his chest.

As the fog of lust clears, reality starts to set in. I just lost my virginity to the president of the motorcycle club I was supposed to be investigating. I should feel guilty, conflicted. Instead, I feel... safe. Protected. Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

"You okay?" Hellfire's voice is softer than I've ever heard it.

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