Cutter 5: Red Sin Mc (6 page)

“Yes! Have a
taste! Please!” She sounded desperate, lost in her desire.

“Say please,” I
grinned.

“Please,” Grace
whimpered. “Please have a taste!”

“A taste of what
baby?” I looked down at her perfectly shaved pussy.

Ugh, she was so
perfect.

“A taste of your
pussy!”

She aced the test
and I shoved my head between her legs as a reward and started licking toward
the center of her lollipop. I ran my tongue over that wet damn pussy so fast
that you would think I was looking for the cream as the center of a fucking
Boston cream donut.

I covered her
entire slit with my mouth next, sucking and kissing on it like it was the only
thing that I’d eaten for weeks. And it pretty much was, her hot cum was gong to
be the only thing solid I’d had in my stomach besides alcohol in weeks.

Her hand linked
around the back of my head in-between her groans and I forced myself to pull my
head up from between her legs and return it to the position that I’d told her
to leave it in. “Don’t be a bad girl, Grace,” I told her. It took all my
self-control to stop but I needed to make sure that she listened to me, I had
to make sure she knew that I was the one in charge here and I always world be.
If she disobeyed me there were going to be consequences for that decision.

I pushed my head
back down again and started at the top of her slit then licked all the way down
to her asshole, sticking my tongue inside of it for a little play time. I’d never
done it before, tasted her ass, but I figured that while I was down here I
might as well charter a little-undiscovered territory. I peeked up at Grace;
her eyes were so wide that I thought they were going to pop out of their
sockets.

That’s right, baby,
we were on a whole new level now. A level that involved me doing whatever the
fuck I wanted to that tight little asshole of hers. Especially having a lick
whenever the hell I wanted. I licked up and down her slit about seven more
times, each time including her asshole in my fun.

Next, I stuck my
tongue out and curled the tip of it, sticking it far inside of her pussy like
it was a dick and starting tonguing the fuck out of her pussy. I went slowly at
first, allowing her to enjoy the new sensation and then I sped it up, going as
fast as I would if I was pounding her out with my fat and long cock. I shook my
head back and forth in that pussy, blowing my lips against it over and over
again.

“Oh, crap, Cutter!
It’s coming, it’s coming. I’m going to cum!”

I pulled my mouth
a half of an inch away from her blossom. “You better fucking ask me if it’s
okay if you cum before you do something like that, Grace.” I licked her a few
more times, waiting for her to beg me the way I liked her too.

“Can I cum?
Please!”

“Beg me,” I said,
enjoying how much I was teasing her.

“I’m begging you!
I’m begging you! Please let me cum!”

“Okay,” I told her
smugly. “Go ahead.”

I attached my
mouth to her sugariness again and started kissing on it while I waited for the
shower of nectars. Well, I didn’t have to wait very long because only seconds
later I felt her whole body jerk back and forth a few times and then all of her
cum shot out of her center and sprayed all over the inside of my mouth.

I ran my tongue
around her liquids and pushed them toward the top of my lips, determined to
savor and salivate over every drop before I actually swallowed. I really wanted
them to sink into my taste buds so that I could remember the taste until the
next time I got to have my way with her. Somehow, she tasted even better than I
remembered. Like somehow her pussy had turned even more delicious in just a few
weeks.

I lifted my head
up and sniffed the air deeply. Her cunt smelled amazing, I wanted to put it in
a bottle and carry it around with me all day so that I could smell her anytime
I wanted and beat myself off.

I grabbed her neck
and pushed my lips against hers before I could completely swallow so that she
could have a chance to see what I was so addicted to. Selfishly, I only gave
her a little taste before swallowing and keeping the rest for myself. “You see
how good you taste?” I growled as I pulled away from her.

I didn’t wait for
an answer. My cock couldn’t take the torture anymore, he was about ready to
jump off my body and dive into that pussy himself if I didn’t offer him some
relief soon. I yanked him out and let him spring up into the air. He was rock
solid, standing straight up.

I held my hand out
to Grace. “Spit on it.”

She looked unsure.

“Spit on it!” I
demanded.

She pulled her
head back a little and let her spit drip onto my hand.

I grinned and
rubbed my hand back and forth over myself, getting my stick nice and wet. I
stroked him faster and faster while I looked down at her. I could get off just
looking at her if I wanted to.

But her pussy was
better.

Having all of her
was always better.

“You ready, baby?”
I inched closer to her, shrugging my jeans down my body as I went. “Are you
ready for my cock to fill you up?” She nodded her head, yes, her hand still
curved around her head like the obedient little thing she was.

I leaned down and
spit on her pussy, not because it needed it, but because why not? She was mine.
My good, sweet, girl, and I wanted to do whatever the fuck I wanted to her. She
gasped and I launched another thing of spit into her slit, enjoying the thrill
of the continued shock value I was having on her.

She shook her head
in shock. “Wow, Cutter…”

One more wave of
spit and I was finally ready to stick my dick up inside of that sweet Cunt. I
entered her slowly at first, placing my hands on either side of her in the
hospital bed. “How’s that, Grace?” I asked as I pushed her around my dick. She
was still so fucking tight.

“It’s… it’s good,”
she said between breaths.

“It sure is,” I
mumbled as I pushed myself even deeper inside of her.

“You like that,
baby?” I slowly started to pump myself in and out of her. “Is this what you’ve
been thinking about, Grace? All alone in that hotel room with nothing to do but
touch yourself late at night… huh?” I inserted my body deeper between her legs.
“Did you miss this dick?”

“Yes, I did. I did
miss it.” She could barely get words out she was so worked up. She bit down on
her lip, trying to keep herself from yelling. I saw her glance over at the
door, probably nervous someone was going to come in to check on her and see
what we were up to.

I didn’t give a
fuck.

I wanted everyone
to know that we were so nasty we would fuck in the middle of a hospital bed or
anywhere else for that matter. The thought of getting hot just turned me on
even more, causing the thrill of danger with sex. My two favorite things in the
world.

I thrust inside of
her faster, allowing myself to really start to get off. Grace moaned loudly
sticking her good hand under her tits to keep them from bouncing all over the
place.

I yanked her hand
away and shook my head. “No! No! Let them bounce, baby!” I pounded into her
harder and harder, enjoying the view of her boobs bouncing up and down as the
hospital bed rocked back and forth forcefully. The frame was squeaking loudly
with each thrust, feeling more and more un-sturdy with each move I made but I
didn’t care. I was in there too deep to pull myself back now.

My cock ate her
pussy up and heat and pleasure pumped every inch of my veins. Finally, after
I’d held out for as long as I possibly could I allowed myself to burst inside
of my baby, spurting my thickness all over the inside of her body. I dug around
inside of her a few more times and then pulled myself out of her, gasping, and
holding my cock forcefully. I wanted to make sure that I got every single drop
of myself out and into her.

I didn’t give a
fuck that she wasn’t on the pill or whatever. She wasn’t going to get pregnant,
she was practically still a virgin she was so damn tight. Plus, I’d fucked tons
of girls without condoms when I was younger and none of them had ever gotten
knocked up.

I pulled myself
away from her completely and a second later the wheel gave out on one of the
legs at the front of the bed and it gave out on the ground with a loud bang. I
laughed and collapsed down next to her as much as I could with the little
amount of room we had left.

“Oh my God!” She
said, laughing just as hard as me.

“We broke the
fucking bed!” I ran my hands up and down my mess of a face and laughed, shaking
my head. “Only with you, Grace, only with you.” She literally made me so insane
that I didn’t give a fuck what we broke, I’d break that pussy open every second
of every day if I could.

She shook her head
and titled on her side to look at me. “No, only with you, Cutter.” She leaned
into me and kissed me tenderly on the lips, running her tongue over them a few
times before she pulled away.

“Are you okay?” I
asked her, looking her body up and down. Exactly what I had been scared of
happening had gone down. I knew that if I got super into it then I would forget
about the fact that she was still sore and hurting from everything that she had
been through.

“I’m okay,” Grace
said.

“Are you sure?” I
asked her, mad at myself for giving into my sexual desires and risking hurting
her even more than I already had. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her
head. “You didn’t hurt me, you healed me.” She leaned her forehead against
mine. “And you saved me, in every way possible.” She inhaled dreamily. “I love
you, Cutter, so much.”

“I love you, too,”
I told her, meaning it.

She kissed me and
then turned over, closing her eyes.

I wondered if that
feeling would ever get old…

The feeling of
someone telling you they loved you.

I doubted it.

Chapter Six

GRACE

“And I didn’t know
which set of pajamas you would like best, so I brought four different ones,”
Heather told me, holding up a pile of clothes. “I also stopped at your mom's
house and Alexis helped me make a list of some of your favorite foods. I picked
up a few of them and her and your mom are going to stop and get the rest on
their way over here, later on, tonight.”

“Wow,” I told
Heather, shocked. “You really didn’t have to do all this.”

She came around to
the other side of the bed and started fluffing my pillows. “Oh, it was nothing
really.” She glanced at the bed I was in and frowned. “This bed is broken! What
is wrong with the medical system these days? Their job is to take care of
people and they can’t even give you a bed that’s in one piece.” She leaned
down. “What is that under the leg? A board game or something? They’re using a
board game to even it out because they’re too cheap to fix it. Unbelievable.”
She sounded really pissed; like it was
her
job to make
sure every hospital in the United States had beds that were in one piece.

I looked away
before she could notice my face turning a different shade. The bed was only
broke because of all the nasty things Cutter and I had done on top of it the
night before. The thought of his tongue all over my body and his huge cock
inside of me while I moaned flashed into my mind.

Shit.

He really did have
control over me completely.

It was kind of
strange how much I enjoyed it.

“Jeez,” Krusher
said from the other side of the room where he was flipping through the channels
on the T.V. hanging in the corner of the room, looking for something that
interested him. “Are you sure you’re not the one dating her, Heather?”

“Remind me why you
just had to come again,” Blaze said, throwing down the motorcycle magazine he
had been flipping through seconds earlier that Heather brought him up from the
gift shop.

A gesture that
didn’t go unnoticed by me. Or by Krusher, apparently, who started to pitch a
fit about how Heather hadn’t brought him anything and what was he supposed to
read? Because Blaze was selfish and wasn’t going to share with him.

The only person
who didn’t seem to notice anything when it came to Blaze and Heather was
Cutter.

“Hey,” Krusher
pointed out. “I brought the flowers.”

“You didn’t buy
them, you stole them from the gift shop downstairs!” Heather told him, rolling
her eyes, and still looking at the broken leg of the bed I was sitting up in.

“It’s the thought
that counts,” Krusher said, shooting her a nasty look.

“Why are you
here?” I asked him, trying to distract Heather from looking into the broken leg
too much. “I mean,” I added when I saw the look on his face. “Not that I don’t
appreciate it, it’s really nice of you, I would just hate for you to take time
out of your busy schedule for me.”

“Oh, it’s fine,”
Krusher
said, running his hand through his light hair. “I
was kind of bored, plus, I hate being left out.” He shot
me a
smile and it
didn’t go unnoticed that he had the whitest teeth I’d ever
seen in my life.

“Plus,” Blaze
added. “He’s really busy not telling Cutter where his twin sister is and hiding
out from the cops who have a warrant out for his arrest back home. Apparently,
it’s better to hide out here with us and put our entire club in jeopardy.”

“Oh, come on.”
Krusher looked exhausted of the topic. “Not the whole twin thing again. Can’t
anyone go a full day without bringing that bullshit up? It might be a nice
change of pace.”

Cutter had told me
about the fact that he had a twin sister earlier this morning. I wasn’t sure
how I felt about it; it was insane to think that he had a sister out there all
these years that he knew nothing about. He already had a private investigator
trying to locate her behind
Krusher’s
back. In the
meantime, he had demanded proof that she was alive and well if Krusher wanted
to stick around town.

Apparently,
Krusher had agreed no problem.

“Is it true?” I
raised my eyebrows. “You’re hiding out here because there’s a warrant out for
your arrest?” I was pretty sure that meant we could all get in trouble for
harboring a fugitive.

Not that Red Sin
cared much about breaking the law.

“Well,” Krusher
said, dragging out the last part of the word. “It’s true that I may have gotten
myself in a little bit of trouble back home and I’m waiting for it to blow
over, yes.”

The door to my
room swung open and Cutter strolled in looking like the biker God he was. He
was dressed in fresh blue jeans and a black long-sleeved sweater that showed
off his bulging biceps and huge chest. He had a fresh cut and shave, looking a
hell of a lot more rested than he did when he had left this morning.

I was in awe of
how handsome he was.

And that he was
mine.

Cutter glanced
around the room and frowned. “What are you all still doing here?” He glanced at
his expensive looking watch. “I told you guys you could stop by! Not stay four
hours! She needs her rest!” He looked at me with a worried expression on his
face.

“Oh,” Blaze said,
jumping up. “We were just about to leave.”

I felt kind of bad
for him. In his defense, he had been trying to get Heather and Krusher out of
there for the last two hours but they were both pretty uncooperative.

Krusher dropped
the remote. “Fine, are we getting dinner?”

Blaze groaned and
looked at Cutter. “Grace is back, deal with him!”

“I resent that,”
Krusher scowled.

“All of you! Out!
Now!” Cutter told them.

The doctor came in
with a chart in her hand as if on cue and looked around the room slowly. She
was a middle-aged woman with dark hair and blue eyes. She was super nice and
insisted that I call her Claudia. “Oh,” she said, glancing around the room. “I
didn’t realize that you had so much company.” She glanced down again and
flipped over a few pages. “I just had some things to go over with you but I can
come back if you want?”

“No, no, don’t
come back,”
Cutter
said while grinding his teeth
together. “We were all just about to leave. Weren’t we, guys?” He used his head
to gesture toward the door.

“No,” Krusher said
loudly. “I want to hear what the doctor has to say.”

Blaze slapped him
on the back of the head and grabbed Heather. “Let’s go,” he said while he
pushed them toward the hall and out the door. They called out their goodbyes
and I laughed loudly, shaking my head.

“I’ll be just
outside,” Cutter told me.

“No!” I said
frantically. “I mean can’t you stay?”

Cutter glanced at
the doctor and she shrugged. “Hey, if it’s okay with you then it’s okay with
me.” She closed the door behind Cutter and threw the file down on the counter.
“So, how are you doing?”

“I’m okay,” I told
her, taking Cutter’s hand in mine. “I feel sore every once in a while but it
usually doesn’t last very long and I’m getting used to only using one of my
hands.”

She smiled.
“That’s normal and we’ll give you something for the pain and try a few more
natural approaches. As I’m sure you can imagine we can’t give you as much as I
wish we could, everything needs to be taken and monitored in very small doses,
that’s why you’re still here and why you need to remain here for a few more
weeks.” She glanced down again. “But considering everything that you’ve been
through I would consider yourself extremely lucky, Grace. You must have a
guardian angel looking out for you somewhere up there.”

I squeezed Cutter
close to me. Yeah, or a guardian Cutter.

He leaned in and
kissed me softly.

“Yes, yes,” the
doctor said smiling. “You guys are going to be just fine.”

“Of course, we
will,”
Cutter
said. “I’d never let anything bad happen
to her.” He pulled away from my face but kept his forehead leaning against mine
so he could look me in the eyes.

The doctor
laughed. “Yes, yes, the three of you will be just fine.”

Cutter nodded.
“Yes, sure, the three of us.” His eyes grew wide and he snapped his neck up
from the contact it had with my skin. “Wait, what do you mean the three of us.”

“Well, the two of
you and the baby, of course.” She held her hands up in the air like it was the
best news in the world. “Congratulations! Your blood work confirms that you’re
pregnant, Grace!” She clapped her hands. “You’re going to be parents!”

Parents?

Suddenly, I felt
like I was going to pass out.

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