Biker's Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC) (Includes bonus novel Kinged!) (14 page)

“Don’t act shy,” he said. “We both know what you want, Caralee. You want me to suck that clit until you scream my name.”

“I don’t know what I want,” I said as he pulled me against him, kissing my neck, feeling my breasts. “I can barely think.”

“Good,” he said. “Let me take over. I know how to make you feel good, girl.” I felt his fingers drift down my stomach, over my hips, toward my soaked pussy.

I could barely stand it. I crushed my mouth against his, kissing him furiously, as he slipped his fingers down beneath my soaked and useless panties, finding my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as he began to work my clit, rubbing softly, his rough fingers moving in delicious circles.

I practically shivered joy. “I knew you wanted it,” he said in my ear, kissing me. “You’re fucking soaked, Caralee. You want me to slide my thick cock between your legs, don’t you?”

“Oh shit, Ford,” I said. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You’re my wife now,” he said, and I could practically feel his wicked grin against my neck.

“But for how long?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed me back and lifted me, pressing me down onto his kitchen table.

He pressed himself between my legs, and I wrapped them around him, kissing him hard. I reached down and untucked his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it. He moved back and tossed his suit jacket aside.

“Where’d you even get a suit?” I asked, laughing as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Borrowed it from a fucking pledge,” he said.

“Looks good on you.”

“Don’t get used to it.” He slipped his shirt off, tossing it aside. I pressed my hands against his ripped body, tracing the black ink along his chest down toward his abs.

He began to kiss my neck and breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue. “Nobody is coming here, right?”

“You worry too much,” he said and pushed me back. I felt him pull my panties off, and before I could say anything, he hooked my legs with his arms and pressed his mouth against my pussy.

I gripped the edges of the table as he began to lick me furiously, sucking and licking my clit. I couldn’t help but lose myself completely in him, in his mouth and tongue. He worked my clit like he was a starving man, and maybe he was.

“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Holy shit, Ford.”

“You taste fucking perfect,” he said, “better than I imagined. Been thinking about eating this pussy for a long time.”

I felt him slip a finger deep inside me as he kept licking, sucking at my clit. I was absolutely losing it, pleasure rolling in waves through my body. He was incredible, his fingers practiced, his mouth skillful as he ate and sucked, licking along my swollen clit.

“I want to taste your cum, girl,” he said.” I want to hear my new wife come up in my mouth.”

“Ford,” I moaned. “Oh my god.” He was so dirty, absolutely filthy, and although it made me blush, it also heightened it.

“You fucking like getting eaten by me right on this table, you dirty girl. You’re my dirty wife, my old lady. I want this pussy to come hard. I want you to scream my name.” He kept working my pussy, licking and sucking, stopping only to talk dirty to me.

His fingers meanwhile kept fucking my pussy while he licked and sucked. I couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t do anything but lose myself in his words and his fingers and his mouth as he kept working me, harder and deeper.

I reached down and grabbed his hair, pressing my breasts together, pushing his mouth harder against my pussy. I could feel it building.

“That’s right,” he grunted. “Fucking come for me, you dirty girl, my dirty fucking wife.”

“Oh shit, Ford,” I moaned. “Oh my god. Keep eating my pussy. Keep licking me. Keep going.”

He licked and worked my clit with a renewed passion, his fingers fucking me, working my pussy. I ground my hips up against his face, desperate for it, starving for it.

“Ford,” I breathed, moaning. “Ford, oh fuck, Ford.”

“Come for me,” he commanded. “I want to taste it. Come for me, wife.”

And I did. I felt it wash over me, starting in my clit and rolling out in waves, causing my whole body to twitch, convulse. Every muscle tensed and contracted as my mind went completely blank, empty. There was only the orgasm washing over me as Ford fucked my pussy with his fingers, sucked my clit with his lips.

Slowly, it passed over, and Ford stepped back from me, grinning hugely. I lay there on the table, looking down at him, panting and still high on the orgasm.

He slowly began to unbuckle his belt. “That was just the start,” he said.

“How can there be more?”

He laughed wickedly, tossing the belt aside, and slipped off his pants. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a condom.

“Come here,” he commanded.

I climbed down off the table.

“Kneel,” he said.

I knelt down, looking up at him, my whole body pulsing.

I reached up and pulled down his boxer briefs. His thick, full cock was hard as hell as I grabbed its base and slowly began to stroke him.

“I want to see you suck that cock,” he said. “Fuck, I want to see it down your fucking throat.”

“Like this?” I asked, and I slowly licked him root to tip.

He grunted. “Fuck yes, girl. Take that big cock in your pretty mouth. Suck it like you never sucked anything before.”

I slowly took his tip between my lips and began to suck him up and down. He was big, bigger than I’d ever had before, and I loved the taste of his pre-cum and the way he groaned his pleasure.

“Go ahead. Suck that cock,” he said. “Don’t be fucking shy. Make it messy. Suck it hard.”

I began to suck him hard, working him, using my hand to trace the spit along his shaft.

“Fuck yes,” he said. “Look up at me.”

I looked at him, stroking his cock.

“God. You’re so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth.”

I began to suck him again, looking up at him. He stared down at me, his eyes hungry as hell. I loved the feeling of his hard dick between my lips, loved sucking him, making him feel good. He pressed my face down harder, pushing more of his thick cock into my throat, and I let him. I took all of him, putting my hands on his hips as he slowly thrust his cock between my lips.

I loved how strong he was, how he took control and told me exactly what he wanted. I sucked him harder, pushing back, working him with my hand and my lips.

“God damn that feels good,” he grunted. “I’ve been wanting you to suck this cock for a long time.”

I kept working him, tasting him, sucking his thick cock. For some reason I didn’t feel shy around him, didn’t feel reserved like I had in the past. I wanted to lose myself, to give him what he wanted. I let myself suck his cock, let myself be messy and free as I worked my spit along his shaft.

Finally, he stepped back, pulling me to my feet.

“Fuck I need that pussy,” he said. “Tell me you want this cock deep inside you.”

“Please,” I said.

He grabbed me and dragged me over to the couch, sitting down. He ripped open the condom he had in his hand and rolled it down over his cock.

“Get on,” he said.

I straddled his hips, looking him in the eyes. He took my ass and slowly lowered me down while thrusting up, pushing himself inside me.

I let out a gasp, throwing my head back. The pleasurable pain of his big cock rushed through me as he began to kiss my breasts, my neck.

“Oh shit,” he said. “You’re fucking tight as hell.”

“My god,” I said. “I don’t know how you even fit.”

He grinned. “Fuck, girl, this is just the start of it. Now ride this fucking cock.”

I began to slowly move my hips up, riding up and down, sliding along his cock. He slapped my ass, grinning.

“Don’t be fucking shy,” he said. “Ride that cock like I know you want it.”

I began to move my hips a little faster, savoring the sweet pain of him, loving the pleasure that flooded through me as he kissed my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair, as I continued to work him, moving my ass, my hips, my back.

He grabbed me and began to thrust, pushing himself deep inside me. He had this intense look on his face, and I couldn’t help but kiss him, biting his lip. He laughed and fucked me harder.

“You like it a little rough, a little dirty,” he said. “You want to get fucked rough by a biker like me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh my god yes. Don’t be gentle.”

He grunted and fucked me harder, slapping my ass hard. I moaned and said his name as he fucked me, his thick cock filling me up. I didn’t know how he even fit, how I could even take him, but I kept working my hips as he thrust into me, kept moving. I could feel the sweat on my body and his, and I fucking loved it.

I touched his chest, feeling his strong muscles as I kept working my hips, taking his cock. He fucked me deep, rough, hard, his hands grabbing my hips, slapping my ass.

“I love this fucking ass,” he said. “This sweet fucking ass.” He slapped it again and I moaned. “You love getting spanked, you dirty girl. My wife the fucking slut. I love giving you my fucking cock, and you need it.”

I moaned as he talked dirty, filthy. “I love this cunt, this soaking-wet cunt. Filling you up, fucking you rough. I want you to take it like you can’t live without my thick cock.”

He fucked me hard, deep, whispering into my ear. He bit my lower lip and kissed me, thrusting hard, harder, and I was losing myself.

Then he pressed my hips down and up, pulling me off him. I gasped as he slid free. He grabbed my hips, lifting me up, and stood. He pushed me over, putting my knees onto the couch, pressing me over, my ass in the air.

“Fuck I love this sweet cunt,” he said, teasing my pussy with his fingers. I moaned, looking back at him.

“Fuck me, Ford,” I said. “I’m so fucking close again.”

“You want me to come in this tight pussy?” he asked. “You want me to make you come?”

“Please, fuck me rough. Slap my ass.”

He grabbed my hips and thrust himself inside me, sliding in easily, filling me up. I gasped again as he pulled my hair and began to fuck me from behind, thrusting mercilessly.

I loved it, loved how strong he was, how amazing it felt as he worked inside me. I wanted him to punish my pussy, to fuck me rough, make me come. I wanted him to take my body and use me however he wanted, because in that moment I was Ford’s. I was his wife. I was his completely. He claimed me, fucked me, made me his.

He slapped my ass, thrusting deep inside me. “I love this little pussy,” he said. “You keep working back on this cock like that, girl, and I’m going to fill you up.”

I moved my hips, bucking back against him as he continued to savage me, fucking me harder, rougher. I couldn’t slow down, couldn’t ever slow down, not with my badass biker husband fucking my pussy.

He reached around and began to work my clit as he thrust deep inside my pussy. That was it. I could feel it right there. I was teetering on the edge again.

“Come for me, Caralee,” he said. “Go ahead, girl. Come for me again. Come on this fucking cock. I know you want it bad. I can fucking hear it, feel it.”

I grabbed on to the couch, holding tight as he fucked me rough, rubbing my clit. 

The orgasm hit me again, harder than before. I pressed my self down as he ruthlessly fucked my pussy and I came hard, the orgasm rolling through my body in wave after wave. “Ford,” I said, over and over. “Oh god, Ford.”

I wanted to say his name, scream his name, as he fucked my pussy, my soaked pussy. I came hard on his thick cock, my whole body exhausted, sweating, and glowing from him.

And as my orgasm came to an end, he continued to thrust hard, grabbing my hips.

“Fuck,” he said. “The way you say my name, god damn, girl. I’m going to fill your pussy up with my fucking-hot cum,” he groaned.

I worked my hips, bucking back against him. He grabbed my breasts as he thrust harder, deeper, working me, working hard.

And then I felt him stiffen, his body tight, and he grunted his pleasure as he came inside me.

“Come for me, Ford,” I moaned. “Come on, fill me up.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, his thrusts getting slower, deeper, until finally he finished.

He pulled out, sitting back on the couch. I collapsed onto him, pressing my head against his chest, and he held me against him.

“Holy shit,” I said, buzzing from the orgasm.

“Yeah. Damn right,” he said.

I couldn’t believe I had just fucked my biker husband.

I couldn’t believe I’d had sex with Ford. The guy from my past, the man who broke my heart and left me.

It was strange sitting there with him, both of us covered in sweat, glowing from the post-sex high. It was almost surreal.

But there was nowhere else I would have rather been in that moment.

I looked at my hand, at the ring he’d put on my finger. I didn’t know what it really meant. I didn’t know if this was all just to keep me safe or if it meant something more.

But either way, I felt good.

He was right. It felt so damn good.

We sat there together, breathing in the warm cabin air, feeling each other’s hearts beating, silently buzzing with joy.