Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance) (36 page)

I gazed intently into Blane's eyes, seeing how
much he needed me to finish this -- to finish him. I began to buck my pelvis
forward and back, grinding my hot, steamy pussy into his pubic bone. The
slippery lips of my pussy clung tightly to the base of Blane's glistening cock
as I drove his shaft up and down inside me.

"I'm going to make you cum, Blane -- not
too much longer," I promised as I picked up the pace of my slamming
thrusts.

The heat being exchanged between us had
reached scorching levels. I couldn't believe how insanely satisfying this was,
ramming this bad boy's cock up in me in ways that made us BOTH writhe with
pleasure.

Blane had his eyes focused on my tits, which
were bouncing up and down rather violently now as I thrashed on top of him even
harder. The hair he loved running his fingers through so much was jumping, too,
swaying wildly in an almost headbang fashion.

Just then the biker arched his back, causing
his cock to dive in even deeper. It was a move that sent ecstasy to an entirely
new part of my pussy.

"Oh shit! Oh my god!
I'm cumming, Blane!!
" I hollered, continuing to drill down
over and over, causing him to slam into me harder and harder.

Wave upon wave of raw pleasure overwhelmed my
hot, young body, lighting me to my core. The rest of the world was but a blur
as I came harder than I'd ever had before. And just when the pleasurable
feelings were starting to subside, I was unexpectedly and involuntarily thrown
into another bout of body-racking bliss.

I couldn't believe it!
The badass was
making me cum... again! His fuck was so fantastic, I was cumming in sequels!!

I ran my nails down Blane's tight, chiseled
abs and screamed with pleasure.

"Fill me, please!
Please, please fill me
," I wailed, slamming his hard rod into
my soaked pussy with renewed fervor.

I grabbed onto Blane's stiff cock with my
walls as tightly as I could, manic to lure out his hot streaming seed. My
clenching cave throttled my biker's climax to the very edge, and within
moments, he had his hands latched on either side of my hips, ready to unload.

"Mmmm, uhhh... ohh FUCK!!" yelled
Blane as he unleashed deep into my pussy, shaft jerking in endless spurts as he
painted my insides with his seed.

Slowly, his tight grip on my hips began to
loosen, his cock finally done coating cream deep into another one of his
satisfied conquests. He didn't move to slide out of me, however -- his cock
stayed buried inside while he drew me in close for an embrace.

As we both struggled to catch our breath, I
laid my head to rest on Blane's chest, a bit taken aback by the extreme
contentment I felt right then. In that moment, I knew what I'd shared with my
badass had been more than just sex... it had been something much deeper.

***************

Awhile later -- I have no idea how long -- I
awoke and found myself resting peacefully against Blane's big, broad chest.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable from the intimate position I'd found myself in, I
slowly started to shift off him. My movement stirred him, though, causing him
to reach out and grab onto me even tighter.

He held me like that for a few minutes, my
heart fluttering all the while. Then Blane moved to turn on his side, gently
placing me on my back as he got up to pull on his pants and boots. I started to
get up, too, quickly realizing how hot and sore my pussy was.

It was an aching reminder that I'd been
fucked, and fucked
good
.

As I went to pull on my underwear, I felt a
line of the biker's thick fluid ooze out of me, staining my panties. I was
tempted to never wash them again, it got me so hot.

"You ready to go home baby?" asked
Blane, popping the collar of his stiff leather jacket.

"I'd rather go with you," I answered
breathlessly, all the fantastic sex we'd had gone to my head.

"There's nothing for me in Petite."

It was a bit out of character for me, throwing
all caution to the wind. I'd been with a lot of guys, sure, but I always made
damn sure
to check them out forwards and
back, for my own protection.

"Well, the night's still young, baby,"
replied Blane as he downed another glass of Scotch and gathered the keys to his
bike.

"Come on."

I followed Blane out of our little abandoned
love shack and back out to his bike. When he lifted me with his strong arms
back into the hot leather seat, the connection I felt between us was
undeniable.

It felt like I was
his
.

Blane swung his right leg over the bike and
slid in between me and the front. This time when I wrapped my arms around him,
it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"Not too tight this time, babe,"
grunted the badass, turning his head to give me a small smirk.

Blane's bike started suddenly, and powerfully.
We tore away from our forbidden fucking ground and were soon back on the open
road. Once again, I hadn't a clue where we were going, and it was
exhilarating
. Just the wind in my hair,
hot leather beneath my ass, and the best fuck of my life between my legs...

I could get used to this.

***************

On the way to our next mystery destination,
Blane stopped at a 24-hour diner so we could grab something to eat. We were
both quite famished from our hardcore roll-in-the-hay and needed to refuel.

While we were eating, I could tell people were
checking us out, wondering what a nice girl like me was doing with a thug like
Blane. It was clear my biker gave zero fucks about what anyone had to say (or
in this case,
not
say). His attention
was on me, and me alone.

After our meal, we thundered on a ways until we
reached the outskirts of the tri-state area. We were rolling through some
fairly rough neighborhoods now, the kind where anyone with a lick of sense
wouldn't be.

Eventually we reached the address of yet
another run-down building. Unlike the motel we'd been in earlier, however, this
one was far from abandoned. In fact, it seemed we would soon be in similar
company, as a dozen or so Harleys -- some of them rat bikes -- were filling its
driveway.

The biker's motorcycle roared to a halt. Blane
jumped off, lowered his kickstand, and quickly turned to me.

"Baby, are you ready to
get off
?" asked Blane, emphasis on
the words "get off".

I smiled and nodded, very much up for
anything.

Again he helped me off the bike, his arms
lingering around my waist just long enough to bring me in for a little kiss.

"Where-- where are we?" I struggled
to say once my lips unlocked from his, nervously following Blane as he started
to make his way around the back of the house.

"Someplace special, baby.
Secret
. My roots... my
crew
," explained Blane over his
shoulder.

Before long we were at a sliding glass door,
which Blane opened without hesitation. I stood, frozen, when my eyes met what
lie just inside.

Not four feet in front of me was a skinny rail
of a guy, his arms heavily tattooed and his cock heavily involved in the folds
of a large woman from behind. They didn't seem to mind at all that we'd dropped
in, and it was an openness that got my loins purring.

"Hi, honey," a voice greeted me, a
voice that I traced to yet another naked woman, this one pressed against the
wall with her legs spread open as her partner gave it to her
hard
.

It was one of the most incredible sights of my
young life, being
thisclose
to acts
so primal. My heart was pounding in double time, my whole body flushed and hot.

"Um... hi," I said meekly, trying my
best to avert my eyes away from the fantastic fucking all around me.

The woman I'd seen getting pounded first
tossed her crimped brown hair over her shoulder and grinned.

"It's okay, honey, you can look."

All eyes were on me, my legs shaking. I
suddenly realized that Blane was no longer by my side -- that he'd disappeared
-- and that terrified me.

Should I have tried to make a break for it, run out the door and flee,
even though I had
no
idea where I was?

Sensing my discomfort, the thinner, more
attractive of the two women unpinned herself from getting fucked against the
wall. To my surprise, she sauntered right up to me and placed an arm around my
shoulders.

"Oh, Sugar, this is all brand new to you,
huh?" she asked sympathetically.

"Is it that obvious?" I said with a
small smile, casually glancing around the room.

"Oh, you're funny," replied the
woman, turning to call over her shoulder to the guy she'd been fucking, who was
on his way out.

"Hey, Jag, she's funny!"

The woman smelled of sex from head to toe, but
it wasn't an altogether unpleasant scent. In fact,
it kind of turned me on
.

"I'm Di," said the woman, casting my
body a quick look up and down.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Blane's girl," I found myself
saying, a bit surprised that I was already identifying myself as "his
girl".

"Oh really -- which one?" asked Di
matter-of-factly.

Well
that
certainly wasn't what I wanted to hear. I'd led myself to believe what Blane
and I had shared was special -- that he didn't make just
anyone
cum that good.

"Uh, I mean-- I'm, um...
Avril
," I quickly said, hoping to
change the subject.

"Well that there's Big Bob and
Rosie," Di said, pointing with two digits in the direction of the fucking
couple.

I couldn't help but detect the distinct scent
of pussy on her fingers as she did so.

Their privates still interlocked like puzzle
pieces, the couple smiled and gave a nod of recognition. I slowly and nervously
smiled back, my eyes transfixed by the sight of Big Bob's big cock sliding in
and out of Rosie's snatch. I didn't want to stare, but it was as if I were
hypnotized, watching this stiff slick shaft plunge in and out of Rosie's very
wet, very
aroused
pussy.

I bet THAT'S where he got that nickname,
I idly thought as Bob continued to drive his impressive member into
Rosie, making her breasts bounce.

"Like what you see?" Di suddenly
asked, noticing my intense gaze.

My face turned hot all over as I turned to
look at her meekly. To my amazement, I found she had her hands busy down
below...
Di was getting off to the sight
of them fucking!

"Don't fret, Sweetbutt; Big Bob and Rosie
-- they like it when you watch," explained Di as she stroked herself
furiously.

I returned my gaze to the fantastic sight of
them fucking, a little less embarrassed this time.

"But they like it even better when you
join," continued Di, which, no doubt, caused my mouth to drop open on the
spot.

Noticing my shock and slight discomfort, Di
chuckled and said, "You enjoy a good fuck, don't you?"

Clearing my throat, I decided to be brave.

"Of -- of course I do," I answered
slyly, which -- in all honesty --
was the
goddamn truth
.

"Good.
Blane said you were a wild one in bed
," replied the biker,
bringing a finger up to re-wet it in her mouth.

"He-- he did?" I stammered
anxiously, feeling offended and a bit betrayed that Blane had made our sex life
public knowledge.

"No, honey, I'm just messin' with
ya," laughed Di, removing one of her hands from her pussy to
affectionately pat me on the shoulder.