Pride and Pregnancy (A Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance) (80 page)

T
here was
no gentleness in what we did then – only furious, crippling need. We were doused in kerosene, and the burning embers in our hearts were ready to set us ablaze.

And ignite we did.

Our clothes were an afterthought, a barrier, a feeble obstacle to our needs. His rough hands shredded, tearing fabric and spraying buttons across the floor. My needful hands stripped him of his leathers, casting the tough material to the carpet beneath us.

Without the leather covering his chest, he was my Hunter once more – strong, defiant, and as loving as ever.

The center of the private room was a rounded sofa that receded into the floor. Hunter pushed me down to this surface and followed with the full intensity of his lust.

His lips found my neck – aching, tasting me, pressed against my throat with the kind of desperation only our love could muster. Hunter’s presence was equal parts hunger and compassion. He was willing to bend me, willing to bruise me, but never willing to break me.

Rough hands clasped over my shoulders, pushing me down further. I was forced from the couch and down onto my knees as Hunter spread his ankles across the floor, still wearing his jeans and the biker boots.

“You know what I want,” he murmured, his fingers intertwining into my hair. “Don’t keep me waiting…”

The lust lacing his voice only pushed me onward, and I eagerly met his request. Stripped down to just my bra and panties I got comfortable on my knees, unzipping his pants and tugging the black denim down his hips.

That familiar cock sprung to life in an instance, bouncing into view.

Already, I could see a twinkle of precum, beaded at the tip of his scepter. My mouth watered, savoring the gift as I descended, licking it gently from the slit before engulfing his thick rod with my warm mouth.

“Oh fuck, Sarah…” Hunter murmured with groaned passion, his fingers threading deeper into my hair. “You don’t know how bad I needed this…”

It had been awhile since the last time I’d been able to meet up with Hunter like this. Half the police force had it out for the guy who was “corrupting” the Sheriff’s daughter, and I’d been practically on house arrest for months now…

None of that mattered… We were together now.

Hunter’s patience began to wear thin. I always loved teasing him, dragging my tongue slowly, gradually up his rod, flicking the sensitive
glans
to spur him towards the edge, but never far enough to seal the deal…

He took over, his palms guiding me down his cock
harder, faster,
the fingers catching in my hair and pulling me back up with each stroke. His hips began thrusting to meet my lips, driving the force of his passion deeper into my mouth, closer towards my throat…

I pulled myself free, stifling a gag. A trail of saliva connected my lips to the pool that dripped down his thick, huge cock. I wiped my lips with the back of my wrist, my eyes slightly teary from the force of his love, and I coughed.

“Too deep?” He chuckled.

“I told you I can’t handle that,” I smiled faintly. “You’ve gotta let me go my own speed, Hunter…”

“Something comes over me when you’ve got those pretty lips wrapped around my thick cock,” Hunter grinned back, giving a slight wave to his massive erection. It stood at full mast, coated in my fluids, although I expected to add to them soon enough…

But not immediately, given how Hunter pulled me from my knees, and drew me into a heavy, fulfilling kiss.

Before I knew what was happening, he unclipped my bra and set my breasts free. Instinctively, I lifted my wrists to cover them, but he quickly put a stop to that, lifting my arms above my head with one sturdy hand. We dropped onto the couch, falling into the soft comfortable velvet…

I could see his pants still around his knees, and I tried to fight his grip to pull them free, but he wasn’t having any of that yet.

Hunter’s lips descended upon a perky nipple, flicking the delicate nub with his tongue. I felt little bursts of pleasure with his touch as he suckled the nip, taking it between his teeth and tugging – somewhere between a playful pull and a sting, in just the sweet spot I loved.

My whole body shook with desire. His teeth grew bolder as he gave into his lust, leaving bites along my chest, up to my neck, marking my skin with evidence of his hunger.

“Not too hard, Hunter… I can’t let Dad see…”

“Fuck that,” he murmured lustfully, tossing me down to the couch and kicking his boots and jeans free. He descended down upon me again, going straight for my neck, clamping his teeth into the soft flesh and sucking my skin with indomitable lust.

“Oh god…” I murmured, my hands moving to push him away, only to cradle his head against my throat instead. “God, Hunter…”

He repositioned his lips downward, sucking against my collarbone. I let him continue, peppering a trail of love bites and hickeys across my skin, caring less and less how visible they were.

I felt his thumbs hook between my drenched panties and my sensitive skin. As his trail of biting kisses pressed further down my body, he roughly drew them down my thighs and over my kneecaps.

“No, don’t rip them,” I murmured as I noticed him tugging them harder. I arched my legs up to help him free me from my last layer of clothing. “I like these…”

“If you say so,” he said softly, slipping them off of my ankles and casting them aside.

We were completely bare, and I reached down to his shoulders to guide him. My hungry, quivering pussy was slick with need – I needed him inside, and I needed him inside
now.

Instead of following my lead, he merely pushed me back further into the circular sofa, burying a finger between my thighs.

“Oh god,” I moaned again, one hand gripping the sofa firmly while the other clasped its fingernails into the shoulder of that arm. “Hunter… I’m ready for you…”

“Oh, I know,” he retorted smugly, his grin widening as he watched me squirm. “But there’s no need to go straight for that, now, is there? Plenty of time to wind you up…”

I had always loved how thick his fingers were, and how easily they contoured to my inner folds. My hips bucked lightly against his wrist, and he met my barely restrained lust by pushing a second finger inside, coiling them around to push against my inner bundle of nerves.

I could already feel myself drenched with desire. He was trying to be tantalizingly slow, but I sense how furiously turned on he was… and I knew that two could play at this game.

My fingers grasped at the tip of his erect cock, stroking what I could reach. He hadn’t been prepared for this counterattack, and I could feel him tense up, groaning with need.

That’s right, Hunter.

Don’t fight it.

Just fuck me.

He pulled back, burying his face between my thighs. I gasped with surprise and buried my fingers deep into his brunet hair, bucking my hips upward to ride his tongue.

So effortlessly, he stroked my clit with the tip, toying with it, sucking it into his mouth. Hunter shouldered my thighs, his arms binding them into place around either ear. His fingernails dug into my skin, eliciting further moans from me as I rode the intensity of his face between my thighs.

My core was swelling, and I could feel him dragging me to the edge of pleasure, dangling me above the lofty height…

“Hunter, fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop, just keep… keep… keep…”

He followed my stuttered request, rolling his tongue along my slit and over my clit, again and again, repeating the simple movements until I clenched my fingers in his hair, my back stretching and arching until the orgasm came and came
hard
. I felt wave upon wave of blinding pleasure rack my body, drowning my mind in bliss, surging along my nerves and lending strength to my curled fingers. I tugged him as hard against my pussy as his face could go…

I realized, only as I relinquished my grip, that I had been moaning a symphony of embarrassing, endless sounds from my chest. But as my body settled against the sofa, my limbs collapsing, I didn’t really care.

He had always been so amazing at making me come…

It was only as he positioned himself against me that I realized we were just barely getting started. I vaguely heard the sounds of rustling in his jeans, and opened my eyes to watch him tear a condom free from its wrapper with his teeth.

With a quick, graceful motion, he rolled the protective layer over his thick cock. I recognized the familiar premium wrapper – he always had to spring for the extra-large variety – before he pressed the tip to my outer folds.

“Are you ready for me?” Hunter chuckled.

“Do it,” I murmured.

“That doesn’t sound convincing…”

Oh, so we’re playing
this
game, then.

I leaned forward, resting on my elbows, aware that he held my thighs apart with his hips between them. One hand was wrapped around his cock, and the other was supporting one of my legs… the other one dangling off the side of the couch.

“Fuck me, Hunter,” I demanded seductively, biting my bottom lip as I stared deep into his heavy, fiery eyes. “I want you to fuck my wet pussy into submission, until I can’t take it anymore… and then I want you to come for me, baby.”

That was apparently all the provocation he needed, because he was pushing inside, his fingers a poor substitute for the real thing. His cock stretched my walls, and even as wet as I was… I still had to steel myself, letting him retreat an inch or two, only to push further inside.

I relaxed my body as best as I could, settling against the sofa with an ankle draped above us on the soft wall. Hunter groaned with pleasure as he continued to push further inside, hilting himself against my hips.

“Oh god, Sarah,” he murmured with only the faintest coherence to his aching voice. “You feel so fucking good… you’re so hot, so tight…”

I could only bite my knuckles, squeezing my breast with the free hand as I watched the surge of emotion across his face. His rough fingers clamped into thighs as he held them up, pushing my ankles onto his shoulders. Satisfied with that position, he began to drill himself into me, thrusting again and again, harder and harder…

My chest filled with moans – moans too intense, and too frequent, to possibly contain. I sang out a chorus of primal, feral sounds as he fucked me hard.

Soon, he pulled me onto my knees, pressing my palms down on the top cushioned edge of the couch. His knees between mine separated my ankles, and I felt the power of his body against mine as he burrowed deep inside me again, one hand clasping a fistful of my hair as he rode my hips
hard.
The soft surface gave just enough beneath our motions, putting a bounce in the way my body met his – a bounce that only drove the two of us even wilder.

“Goddammit, Sarah, your tight pussy is fucking amazing,” he groaned into my ear, his voice overcome with hardened need. “You’re going to make me come like this…”

“Do it,” I nodded against his cheek. “Come for me. Come inside this wet pussy, it’s all yours baby. Just fuck me and come for me…”

I felt him shake his head, and I had to stifle my disappointment. I wanted to feel him lose himself inside me so badly…

But then he extracted himself, pulling me up from the sofa and across the floor. My back was thrown to a wall, and his strong hands clasped my ass, lifting me up against the soft surface.

“Wait… what are you…?”

“You know that I’ve been working out,” Hunter chuckled hungrily, lifting me to his hips.

My tentative fingertips rolled over his strong shoulders and down his firm, tight biceps. He was always in great shape, but he was right – he was stronger than I remembered. With more time in the gym, he could be
absolutely
stacked.

“Yeah, I see that…”

Hunter gave a smug, husky little chuckle as he slipped me into place against him, pinned between his flat stomach and the strip club wall.

With a deft maneuver, I felt the strength sap from my limbs as his punishingly thick cock penetrated the slick folds of my wet pussy again. There was no need to prepare my body for this one – with the angle, and how drenched I already was, he hilted himself with little effort.

“
Fuck, Hunter
,” I gasped.

“That was the general idea…”

His lips descended upon my neck, and I let out a sigh of contentment. I hooked my ankles together into the crook of his back, my hand clasping the opposite wrist around the back of his neck.

Once I was nice and secure, with his hands still supporting my ass up against the wall, he began to thrust into me again and again…

It was a carnal circus, a physical paradise.

I loved how our bodies responded to one another’s skin, adjusting and tightening, squeezing and pushing.

“I don’t know that I can hold out too long,” Hunter murmured into my ear.

“It’s okay, I already came,” I whispered.

“I want you to come again.”

My eyes flickered open, and I gazed into his fierce, carnal stare. His lids were only half-open themselves, but I could see the deep need within that lustful pair of pupils…

I nodded. “Just… keep doing what you’re…”

He adjusted me against his hips, changing the angle slightly. I slid just an inch down the wall, but the way he was penetrating me now rubbed
just right
against my inner folds…

I gasped out my satisfaction, struggling for syllables. “Oh god, that’s even better…”

His grunted chuckle was lost against my lips as his kiss came down hard. My fingers dug into his back; my body remained pinned against his and open for him, ready for him, parted for his singular use.

Whatever he wanted…

Whatever he
needed
…

Hunter’s thick, rock-hard erection was driving me closer to another staggering precipice. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer…

His motions grew more frantic with each passing second. He was crushing me with wild abandon now, filling and fulfilling me… and it turned me on so hard to know that it was
me
doing this,
me
bringing this beautiful man to the brink of ecstasy…

I rocked my hips to meet him – eager to roll my pelvis against his own, and desperate to bring him to the edge beside me.