Biker's Baby Girl (14 page)

Her pussy clamped down around my dick and locked my shit down. I shot off hard, volley after volley of thick cum shot straight into her womb. This set her off again and she damn near skinned my back down to the bone as she bucked beneath me.

I pulled back and looked down at her face as she got lost in her pleasure. “Fucking amazing.” I let her fuck herself to another orgasm on my cock as my balls drained inside her; I was already looking forward to round two.

I eased out of her pussy and dropped to my side pulling her with me. Her body was going through aftershocks and I had to soothe her as we both caught our breath.

“Come.” I lifted her into my arms and took her into the bathroom to clean her up. She stood in the shower while I set the water temp. When it was doable I pulled her in front of me and got busy washing the blood from between her thighs.

I took my time and cleaned out her pussy until I ended up dropping the cloth and fingering her. I moved slower this time, now that I knew what she felt like I wanted to savor the buildup.

“Hmm, spread your legs for me baby.” She opened and I used my fingers to fuck her while she leaned against me and let herself feel what I did to her. “This no longer belongs to you, I claim it as mine, what’s mine I keep, and I don’t ever fucking share; never forget that.” I guess that was as good a proposal as any.

“Here!” I gave her the soap and watched her face turn three shades of red as she took my cock in her hands and returned the favor. As soon as my boy was clean I wanted in her again. “Are you too sore to take me again right now?”

She seemed fascinated by my dick as she ran her hand up and down the metal that decorated it. “What are these for?”

“Did they feel good inside you?” I countered her question with one of my own. She blushed and nodded her head as she examined me.

“That’s what they’re for, to make your pussy feel good.” She didn’t need to know that I’d done it in the last year or so as a distraction. It was part of my countdown, my cleansing ritual if you will, when I was preparing myself for her.

I’d never fucked anyone else with the steel in my rod she was the first and the last. We were both playing with each other now, her hands on my cock, my fingers stuffed in her cunt. I was soon helping her to her knees in the shower so she could take me into her mouth.

“Suck my cock babygirl.” She was a little awkward at first, but that was more from shyness than anything else, but she soon remembered what she’d been taught and went to work, teasing my piercings with her teeth and tongue.

“Pull off.” I knew it was because it was her that I was so close so fast, but I didn’t want to cum in her mouth. Tonight, all my seed was reserved for her womb. That shit had a purpose.

I wrapped her in my robe after drying her off and sat her in the sitting room so I could change the sheets. “Here drink this.” I gave her a shot of whiskey and grinned at her sour face after she downed. I knew she was gonna need that shit before the night was over though.

I folded the sheet with her blood on it, my chest filled with pride as I placed it carefully into the bottom of the trunk at the end of my bed. Don’t think I didn’t give serious thought to flying that shit from my porch. Let all the motherfuckers within a fifty-mile radius see that shit and know that this one woman was claimed. Lock stock and barrel.

“Come.” I held my hand out to her to come to me once the bed was nice and freshly made. I winced a little at the way she walked like her pussy hurt. Shit Creed, if you were any good you’d let her heal before going at her again.

That shit sounded good but I knew there was no way it was gonna happen. I was gonna do my best to go easy on her little pussy for the rest of the night though, but almost three years of pent up lust was waiting to be unleashed. And now that my boy had had a taste he wasn’t about to put up with the waiting shit.

I hit the play button on the stereo and filled the air with nice seventies music, before getting the little box I’d taken out of hiding and placed in the night stand. I knew exactly when I wanted to give her that particular gift.

I laid down beside her and just held her naked warmth against me, neither of us saying anything just holding each other and letting the night sink in. When she started playing with my ink, my dick twitched and I brought her fingers to my lips.

“How are you feeling, your pussy still sore?” I tested her with my fingers and thought she wasn’t as hot as before, her cunt was still swollen. I eased my way down on the bed until I was between her thighs.

Opening her up with my fingers I studied the damage. Inside her I could see the remnants of her hymen just a torn piece of flesh, but it was her red, swollen inner walls that concerned me.

I licked all around her pussy to try to bring some comfort, before pushing her legs back towards her ears and licking from her tight ass hole to the tip of her clit. I lapped at her flesh until she juiced, then being ever so careful, I sank my tongue all the way inside her.

Her pussy clung onto my tongue as the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever tasted burst forth in my mouth. I gulped that shit down as fast as I could, still some dribbled onto my chin.

I made some inhuman sounds in my throat that I don’t think I had ever heard before as her taste overpowered me. I pulled her pussy on and off my stiff tongue as I tongue fucked her to a screaming orgasm.

Only then did I feel safe climbing up her body and slipping my hard cock deep into her belly. I held still as we both adjusted, and reached over to the nightstand for the little box I’d left there.

My heart opened and flowered in my chest as I lifted the three and a half carat diamond solitaire from its cushion. “Give me your hand.” She lifted it to me, her eyes wide with wonder.

“This says that all of you is mine.” I slipped it on her finger and only breathed easy again when it fit perfectly. “To the grave baby.” I took her mouth as tears rolled down her face.

***

We stayed in bed all that day and I think I fucked my cock raw more than once. Her pussy had grown accustomed to being pounded by round four and by midday that day she was the one on my dick whenever she caught her breath.

We talked about the future, and what we both wanted. I thought it best to get everything squared away from the get, now that she was officially mine.

“So I can’t have male friends?” It was the second day and we were in the kitchen making breakfast together. I’d just told her some shit that was a big fucking no-no.

“That would be negative.”

I didn’t look at her to see how she was taking what I had to say to her, because at the end of the day, it really didn’t matter. The shit I was telling her was for her own good. Most of it would most likely save her from future ass whippings.

Like, the fact that she was never allowed to go anywhere without my knowing ever. All friends had to be vetted by me, and the one that she’d lathed onto, no fucking swinging dicks allowed in her vicinity.

“Fine, not like I’ve really had that many before, but…what if the teacher pairs me up with someone and it’s a he?” I’ma have to rethink this school shit.

“Then I guess you’ll be failing that fucking class. The only men allowed anywhere near you are the ones under my command and even them you keep your fucking distance from…wait, they’re males in your class?”

I don’t know why the fuck that shit made her hoot and holler and throw herself off the stool I was dead serious.

After she calmed down and went back to flipping the pancakes I went back to squeezing oranges. She was looking hot as fuck in the shirt I’d taken off a few nights before and I could still smell my scent now mixed with hers on it.

“Hit the switch babe.” I moved in behind her and lifted the back of the shirt exposing her fine ass. She caught on fast enough and turned off the fire while I walked her over to the center island and leaned her over.

I ran my piercings along her slit up and down to her ass hole, before slipping into her pussy. There was still that little catch in her breath at my first entry and it was going to be a while before she was able to take me completely without slight discomfort, but she was handling me very well for being new at this.

“Push your ass back and spread your legs I’m going in deep.” As soon as she heeded my words I gave my dick free reign to fuck into her pussy. I grabbed two fistfuls of her ass and started pounding the shit out of her pussy for the second time that morning.

The first session had been not long ago in bed as soon as I rolled over. I’d slid my morning hard into her from behind while cuddling her close and rode us both to a nice sweet climax.

Now this was the way I needed to fuck her to get my day started. Nice hard and deep! The kind of fuck that made her look back at me like ‘what the fuck’ with her mouth hanging open and her pussy grabbing my shit like it would never let go.

What a sight she made. Shirt lifted to above her ass cheeks, legs spread wide as the morning sunlight filtered through the window and her pussy stuffed full of cock. My little cock queen!

I plowed her belly for the half an hour before giving her my jizz. As soon as I’d emptied the last drizzle into her snatch and pulled out she assumed the position; on her knees with my cock in her mouth to clean up.

She took to that shit like a natural every time, never missing a beat since the first time I’d told her that that’s what I liked. I held the back of her head as I fed her my cock, easing into her throat and then back out until she gagged on my shit and a river of spit ran down her chin.

Helping her to her fee I snogged her while holding her ass in my hands. “Morning sweetheart.” I kissed her nose and set her away from me so we could go back to what we were doing.

My phone rang but I ignored that shit the same way I’d been doing for the last day and a half. I knew if it was an emergency Max or Jason would’ve been at my door already. Besides, the shop was right next-door. As long as the shit was still standing we were fine.

“Do you have to go now?” She frowned at me. So fucking cute.

“Nope.” I kissed her on my way to the breakfast nook with the dishes to set the table, as she stood by the stove. She was a kick ass cook, but when she told me how her aunt had made her do all the cooking since she was about thirteen I wasn’t too thrilled about her skills anymore.

We’d got into it a little bit after that because I didn’t want her cooking after she’d imparted that bit of news, but she’d convinced me that she liked doing it, and it was one of the things she was looking forward to doing for me. After hearing that how could I resist?

***

Babygirl

It’s almost like a dream, but I know it’s real. The rock on my hand is proof of that, not to mention the constant soreness between my thighs. The ache is like the best thing I ever felt, because it reminds me always that he was there. He’s always there.

I blushed at the thought as we moved around the huge kitchen together. When he’d told me that he’d built his home with me in mind, along with all the other things that he’d claimed, it was a little hard for me to believe.

His words were so far removed from my reality. It was hard to accept that while I was pining away with love for him that he was doing the same. I’m still having a hard time accepting, even after all that we’ve shared in the last day and a half, but boy do I want to.

The only thing I have to overcome now is this new fear of letting him out of my sight. Each time the phone rings or I hear an engine outside I get this sick feeling in my tummy.

When we’re lying in bed together every move he makes, is noticed by me, and I cling to him like a love sick puppy which he doesn’t seem to mind, but for how long? I think I’ve grown addicted.

Before, when my love for him was unrequited, I could keep it all in my head where it was perfectly beautiful. Now he had brought it out into the open and it was real and beautiful and perfect in its own way yes, but Creed was all man and some of that reality was bigger than I could’ve imagined.

I worried constantly now about the oddest things. Things like did he love me as much as I loved him? Would he leave me now that he’d got what he wanted? I knew nothing about relationships and what I was supposed to do, and quite frankly I felt out of my depth.

Add the fact that Creed is so bigger than life and everything that is beyond perfect in my eyes, and I just knew I wouldn’t be able to hold onto him forever. That thought more than any scares me to my soul.

“Hey, you’re making that noise again, look at me. Right here babe, and I’m not going anywhere.” He took my face in his hand as I leaned over the table to place the platter of pancakes there.

He stared into my eyes almost willing me to see the truth of his words there. “Come here.” He pulled me around the little bench seat that was built into the window behind the table, and onto his lap.

With my chin in his hand he studied me for the longest while before saying anything. I was beginning to get antsy by the time he opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t like that you’re having such a hard time believing me. If I say I love you, that’s just what the fuck I mean.”

He frowned at me and I almost laughed because he actually thought it was that easy. That all he had to do was say the words and that would make it so. “I want to believe…”

“What the fuck? What did I say? Do you really think I would’ve fucked you if I wasn’t all the way gone? The fuck you take me for? That fucking lasso on your finger is as good as a branding iron and I put it there.” He didn’t say anything for the next few minutes just studied me like a bug under a microscope.

“Am I to believe then that you don’t really love me either? That it’s just my dick that make you cry that shit out when I’m in you?” He didn’t seem to like that idea very much and the dark scowl on his face was testament to that.

“Of course not, don’t be silly, you know I’m in love with you.” My face went up in flames and I was about to throw up, but I managed to get those words out.

“I don’t know shit baby apparently around here we throw that word around but it has no real meaning.” It took me a minute to realize I’d hurt his feelings or his pride, I don’t know which one because I suck at this.

Now it was my turn to reassure and I found that it was easier being on this end. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, it’s just hard for me to accept that someone as perfect as you could love someone like me.”

That got me a deep tonsil clearing kiss and a gruff don’t be an ass and a pat on the butt. “Stay.” I’d tried getting off his lap to go to my side but he held me in place. “Open.”

I opened my mouth for his offering of pancakes and that easily the mood changed back to one of lightness.

For the rest of the day when we weren’t making love we were whispering to each other. He seemed to know that I needed a lot more than words though, and so set about showing me in all the ways he knew how, just what I meant to him.

By the time he rolled away from me in the early morning hours, I was a lot more convinced that this was real, that he was truly mine.

And when he wrapped his body around mine, as if he were protecting me from the unknown, I dropped off into slumber feeling loved and secure.