Dirty Rider: A MC Biker Romance (3 page)

CHAPTER FIVE

She tossed the key on the dresser just before he took her in his powerful arms and kissed her. His tongue parted her lips and then explored her with an urgency she never felt before. She was sure, as she submitted to his intrusion, that she would encounter a lot of new experiences before the night was over.

Kristina had a small moment of panic when she realized that there was no stopping this now. This wasn't some farm boy, a lover who was just as nervous and inexperienced as she was. This was a man: very strong, powerful and currently focused solely on his domination of her. His only goal was to use her for his own pleasure.

He took her top from her, and he removed her bra with hands that were far more dexterous than she had surmised. There was no fumbling around either. No faltering with the unfamiliar clothing. Her nipples were painfully hard. She made desperate, almost fearful noises in her throat when he dropped her on the bed. With the same unhampered skill, he pulled her pants past her hips and off her legs, leaving her only in her peach silky panties which she put on to impress herself after her solo-ride earlier.

She searched his expression as he examined her, lying on the bed, captured, with nowhere to run. Was he going to hurt her? Was he going to teach the little girl a lesson about messing with grown men?

New-Kris reared up from her growing wonder and panic and she bounded off the bed.  She grabbed his belt, and pulling it undone, began to work on opening his pants. She saw his cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans, but when it was out and starring her in the face, she blanched again. She thought her rubber cock was a joke. But here it was, alive, hard and very real.

New-Kris choked back her gasp, took the monster in her hand and began sucking and stroking on him, just like she practiced. Her free hand rubbed across his abs, and explored his thighs as she sucked and stroked and massaged the bottom of his cock with her tongue. She read that a piercing with a stud through her tongue helped with this sensation, but she didn't have time to run out and get one. So she pressed and wrapped and massaged him with her tongue as hard as she could, throwing everything into it. She held nothing in reserves, and she hoped he would climax before her strength ran out.

Her efforts were rewarded with a low, lust filled moan emanating from his chest. He put his hands on her head, and urged her to suck him faster. Kristina complied, pressing her flushed and excited breasts to his legs, and squeezing him harder with her stroking hand.

His hips began to move, thrusting at her, and with a small prayer to whatever god might be looking after foolish girls tonight, she pressed him to the back of her mouth, relaxing her throat just like she had trained herself to do, and swallowed him into her throat.

"Oh christ!" he said, his voice filled with wonder and lust, "That's right little girl. Take it all!"

She flushed with excitement and pride, while redoubling her efforts, worshiping his cock, her body writhing on her knees, with unbelievable pleasure surging through her body. Her hands left his cock and she reached behind him to find his ass as hard and sexy as she had imagined it to be. Moaning, and twisting, her hand went between her thighs, found her clitoris nearly that was too excited to touch, and rubbed herself. Now her body was completely out of her control. She was consumed with lust.
He's won, I'm so into him! I can't believe I thought I could tame a man like this,
she thought to herself.

Just after this complete submission, his hands gripped her tight and his powerful hips fucked his cock in and out of her throat with growing frustration and need. Her eyes went wide, and she concentrated on breathing when his thrusts allowed. A spike of fear went through her venus, and her clitoris ignited the rising climax deep within her. The sudden explosion was unexpected and it redoubled her fear as she lost control of her hips and body, while his cock was still pumping deep into her throat with growing urgency. She looked up at him, completely in his control, and she begged him with her eyes to climax!
Please! Soon!
She begged from inside her eyes.

He must have seen something there, because with only a few more reckless thrusts, he was climaxing, and screaming with something like rage. She got her hands around the base of his cock as quickly as she could, and sucked, tongued and swallowed his orgasm with all the strength and frenzy she could call up from her glowing body.

He was urging her on with words of encouragement and praise, as well as his thrusting, flexing body.

He pulled out of her mouth. She remained on her knees, filled with afterglow and wonderment, watching with wide eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed, and then fell back, his arms going wide. Not knowing what else to do, she crawled between his thighs and began to worship his cock again, lathering it with her tongue and sucking at his balls with her lips. Her mind was completely blank, turned over to him.
Fuck that was good,
she thought, still feeling the effects of her shocking climax. It was much better than any of her new experiences from last night.

"That was impressive," he suddenly told her. "Thought you were going to be a tutoring project, but that was good," he admitted.

She purred with the realization that she actually did win. She took him and tamed him. His body was spent, completely fulfilled. He even told her she was impressive. With happy sounds in her throat, she crawled up this mammoth of a man, kissing his abs and licking his chest and nipples. Curling up on his chest, she was overcome with a deep satisfaction, which filled her like gold light. "The pleasure was all mine," she purred. "You have a wonderful cock."

Running his hands down her back, he took her ass into his hands, her cheeks feeling small in his palms. "Oh, we're not done yet little girl. I have a few months of frustration inside of me, and you are going to take it all," he told her, his voice low, vibrating her body.

New-Kris had nothing to say to this news. Old-Kris was passed out, completely overcome by his revelation. She felt his hands massaging her ass with skilled, powerful hands, and without her blessing her venus responded to him, growing hot and slick. When she felt his cock growing, and stiffening against her thighs, she felt her first real sense of alarm. She froze until the head was fully aroused and pressed at the entry of her venus, and then she seriously considered trying to escape.

Instead, she decided that rushing in was the better action. She had only taken the first few inches of her rubber cock inside of her -- it was as far as she needed to go before climaxing. She leaned up. reached down his body and took his cock into her hand again. After stroking it a few times, hoping it would be nice to her, she put his head at her entry and moved her hips, pressing him into her venus.

Sitting up completely, until she was on her knees, straddling him, she worked his cock deeper into her willing, but very tight venus. Gasps and groans escaped her lips with struggling cries as she pressed a fresh inch inside. Her only thoughts were on his cock and getting it inside her, before he grabbed her, and started fucking her like he did with her throat. So she didn't pay any attention to her hands when they began to massage her breasts, pull at her nipples or comb through her hair.

Finding a strong, but comfortable rhythm, which she hoped was enough to keep him from getting bored, her body rocked and rolled. He filled her so completely that she had little to work with, but she tried to squeeze his cock with her internal muscles, like the lady who was described in the blog. This took all of her concentration and she wasn't sure she was accomplishing anything until his low roaring moan had assured her she was doing something right.

With is cock completely inside of her, she let go a little more and began riding him with longer strokes, coming off him higher and pressing herself down faster. As she rose up, she squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles, milking him. When she came down, she ground her clitoris into his body, and moved her hips letting the agony from her clitoris convulse them around his cock.

Her orgasm claimed her with a suddenness she wasn't prepared for. So wrapped up in what she was doing, so involved in subduing her own fears about his strength and the power overtaking her unprepared body as brutally as she knew he could, she failed to notice her climax rising. She also failed to notice the animal lust that had been building up in his eyes, as he watched her convulsing body dance on his cock, in rapture and ecstasy.

Unaware of all of these things, lost inside of her own focus, her world was his cock and its satisfaction. When her climax took her she screamed as much from surprise as from the deep release of blissful-agony that rushed through her body. Inside the grip of her climax she bounced, thrust and clawed at his chest. Her out-cries carried out of the room and into the parking lot. Inside her ecstasy she struggled to keep fucking his cock, because she knew he would take her if she didn't give herself to him.

She was right. The convulsing throes of her orgasm were too much for him to just lay back and enjoy. Her young, fresh body, fully submitting to his needs was pushing the envelope. But when she lost control and climaxed, the turn-on was simply too much for him to take.

Nolan couldn't believe her sexual prowess so far. Sure she was inexperienced, but that only made her more erotic. He could see the fear and worry coloring her eyes, as well as her desperation to give him pleasure. Nolan didn't know why she was so driven to please him, only that she was.

Mary was a fucking she-demon in bed, and took a dick every way a man could possible want his dick to be taken. Nolan had experienced many she-demons in his time. He also could claim a few virgins as well. In his mind, she-demons were much better. Training a woman to perform in bed wasn't exciting and most of the time it was much more frustrating than pleasurable.

But this girl, she was like the perfect marriage of the two, and he was excited by her seductive dance on his cock. He simply could not wait any longer to take her.

Sitting up and taking her twisting, screaming body into a full embrace, he lifted her ass a little, while her body bucked against his hand’s grip on her ass, and then spun her down to the mattress, coming in on top of her, between her legs, without leaving her rolling body.

Kristina's eyes went wide, and looked at him with wonder and confusion, and then the confusion cleared. Serious fear shot through them, "Don't worry baby, I'll take good care of you," he told her with a smile, and then started fucking into the wild storm of her ecstasy with mirthless power.

Kristina heard what he said, but part of her also heard the lustful greed behind the words. When his hips and ass began driving his cock into her with deep strokes, she knew that this was her end-game. She had nothing further to offer. She had hoped that he would have climaxed again, before he was in complete control, but that hope was dashed.

Having no control of her breath or her voice, she couldn't beg him to slow down, or not to hurt her. Wrapping her legs around him, and gripping his broad, well defined shoulders in her hands, and occasionally clawing at his back, she gave up and felt herself devoured by his lust.

He took her for a long while between her thighs, and then his powerful hands grabbed her listless body. He put her on her knees, taking her from behind. He pulled her up off her hands by her hair, bending her body back while his other hand kept her hips in place, and then started pounding her.

She was lost, even her climaxes felt exhausted, by the time he had pounded his climax wildly into her.

When he let go of her hair, she fell into the bed, bouncing a little when she hit the mattress. She felt Nolan slide onto the mattress beside her, and say something about her being a great fuck. On the edges of her world, she felt his hand grip her left ass cheek and give her a shake, mumbling something about her ass being sweet and needing a good fucking. Then he was asleep.

She wasn't sure how she knew he was asleep, but it was as clear to her as her awareness of her own body.

She recalled the word,
ravaged
. That fit her current state. Crawling out of the bed, she crossed the floor to the bathroom and sitting on the edge of the tub, she started the shower. Inside the steam and streams of the shower, she felt her body begin to revive. The endorphins and other wonderful chemicals which saturated the blood stream after orgasms warmed her body and brought her into a heightened level of awareness.

Stepping out of the shower, she felt her body's trembles and quakes. She felt the use of her pussy, and the abuse of her abs from multiple climaxes pushing her well past her stamina. She looked at her hips and found the tracing of a light bruise there from his hand. Her breasts were raw from his mouth and her nipples sore from him pulling them with his fingers. But, despite all of this, she felt wonderfully fulfilled and when she came into the room and inspected his completely spent body, she felt a sense of power deep within her in which new-Kris reveled in.