Stone Cold: An MC Erotic Romance (7 page)

"They seem so sad," Victoria murmured, rubbing her face against his cock again, "How can you treat them so... anonymously. It's like if they didn't have names already, no one would bother to give them one. They are anyone's. Right? Anyone can just take them and fuck them and then leave them where they were found."

"We don't make them that way, Vic," he said. "No one told them they had to live like they do. No one is forcing Kathy to continue to live like she does."

She thought about that, and it was true, she guessed. "I couldn't do it," she said suddenly. "If you decided to share me, I couldn't do it, no matter how much I loved you and wanted to please you."

"I would never ask you to," he told her.

"No? Some of the other members, they share their women with each other. I've seen them do it," she told him.

"Not me, and never you. You know I've already declared you as exclusive. I did that just after we met," he reminded her.

She snuggled his cock, feeling it stiffen from her attentions, "Can I suck your cock, even though I'm not very good at it?"

He laughed, "You are never going to let that one go are you."

"Probably not," she admitted, with a shrug. "I still enjoy doing it though, so can I?"

She was able to get him fully undressed when he conceded to getting his pants off. Victoria spent close to an hour lavishing him with her tongue, lips, and throat, while rubbing her body against his legs. She performed for him, seductively writhing, begging with her whole body, while making happy sexual sounds in her throat. She put her hand between her thighs, lifted her ass into the air and made herself come for him.

He might be a bad man... well ... he
was
a bad man, but he held her all night, comforting her when she was scared, when no one else in her life would have given her a hug. He told her that he loved her, and maybe he was lying. With what she saw at the table, and what he told her afterward, he could be far more deceitful than she could ever hope to perceive, but her own mother didn't even bother lying to her any more about her love.

After attending and serving his lust for close to an hour, she straddled his thighs and worked his monster of a cock inside her herself, loving the sensation of the walls of her pussy stretching open so she could take him, and ride him. He leaned forward off the headboard and sucked her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and head, holding him while she nurtured his fervor, squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles, milking him with her hips. She heard him groan with pleasure, and feeling suddenly sure that she was the only one he wanted, sent her over the edge into a long and wracking climax.

After her climax passed he took her from behind, pulling her back by her hair, while he pounded his yearning need into her, plunging into exclusive depths that only he satisfied. On her knees, her back bowed and her body enslaved by his strength and desire, she climaxed several more times, as she served his carnal desires. During the last climax, with her eyes wide open in shock at the way its blissful-agony twisted her body inside his grasp, he filled her with his orgasm.

They lay together panting for breath, both depleted and completely fulfilled. They calmed together, looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

"I'm going to trust you, Chad," she told him.

"What made you want to do that?" he asked.

"This, right here, right now. I'm so connected to you I can't imagine being without you anymore. I don't want you to go to prison, and I don't want you hurt or dead. But I need you, and I am just going to trust that when you ride off, you'll be coming back, too."

He studied her. She was still very young and naive, but she held tough at the table, when most others, man or woman, would have freaked out. She held it together when the chips were down, and didn't fall apart until it was safe to do so. She had steel in her. "I promise to do everything I can to always come back to you."

She smiled and kissed his lips.