The Rising Sons Motorcycle Club

Copyright © 2015 by Davida Lynn.
 
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Also By Davida Lynn:

The Rising Sons Universe:

The Virtues Series

#1
Hope
 

#2
Faith

#3
Charity

Standalone Work:

Brutal

Acknowledgements

A big shout out to my writing partner
Rayna Bishop
, my faithful companion in telling stories.
 
She keeps me honest and true.

To everyone out there who has struggled.
 
To everyone who has to fight against the system for what’s right and just.

Table of Contents

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Raven grabbed onto the headboard. She’d been with plenty of men in her life, but none like him. Her face was twisted in pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt him fill her from below.

“Gunner, you are one incredible son of a bitch.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” His large, rough hands were locked at her waist. Her jeans were crumpled somewhere on the bedroom floor. Gunner didn’t waste time taking Raven’s panties off. Instead, he pulled them to the side before forcing himself deep inside her.
 

She had been dying to fuck him ever since becoming a prospect. Raven had almost stopped herself for fear of becoming just another sweetbutt passed around the club, but she’d never let that happen.
 
She’d become a full-fledged member of The Rising Sons Motorcycle Club, and she’d be free to do whatever she wanted. And at the moment, all she wanted to do was ride that hot stallion until she came.

She gripped the headboard hard as Gunner pounded up into her from below. Her tight white blouse was unbuttoned, her breasts shaking as his powerful body slammed into hers. Her mouth was open, but only the occasional gasp of pleasure escaped. Gunner, on the other hand, was grunting and groaning like a caveman taking his prize.

Raven lowered her body, pushing Gunner into the bed. Taking control, she began rocking her hips back and forth, grinding on his cock. Steady again, the taut blonde let go of the headboard and put her hands on Gunner’s muscular, tattooed chest.

She opened her eyes, meeting his, and drank in the look that Gunner was giving her. It was deep, dark, and angry, like something from an Anne Rice novel. Raven’s open mouth turned into a snarl as she picked up the pace. If she saw sensuality in his eyes, she was doing it wrong. Raven wasn’t sensual; Raven didn’t want romance. She wanted a good, hard fuck and to get ahead in the club. She was fucking two birds with one stone.

He saw the change in her face right away. Neither of the bikers had any illusions about what was happening between the two of them. Gunner may have been lost in his own pleasure for a moment, but when he saw the expression on Raven’s face, he fully understood why she had come to his house. His body was already on fire, and now a windstorm of fury blew the blaze out of control, overcoming the two of them.

“Oh, you want it hard?” Gunner asked with a wry smile. His hands lowered from the blonde’s narrow waist to her ass. He was prepared to put every ounce of his disdain for her into his fuck.

She dug her sharp fingernails into his chest. She knew it would spur him on. “I don’t know. You might not be able to handle my version of hard.”

One of Gunner’s thick arms wrapped around Raven’s waist. Like she weighed nothing at all, he lifted her. He got onto his knees, still spearing the bitch that had come to him in the night. She wrapped her legs tight around his ass, her arms locking around his neck. On his feet, he turned in bed, pinning her to the wall above the headboard.

Standing and raising her body with his, Gunner held the woman wearing only a shirt and panties high on the wall of his bedroom. His thrusts never slowed, and her moans only grew as he revealed his true potential to her. She knew he’d be a great fuck when she first met him, and she was glad she’d finally got her reward: a great lay and a little political clout.

When she opened her eyes, Raven saw how close she was to the ceiling and raised an arm. With one hand digging into his back, she placed her other one against the ceiling. Pinned to the wall and pushing down, she met each thrust, her breasts shaking each time Gunner split her.

He felt a second wind. “You want it hard? You’re gonna get it hard!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Raven cried as Gunner filled her like no man had ever done before.

He grunted with determination, recognizing her impending orgasm. The ripped biker had one hand at the small of her back. He could feel her body pushing against his. He could feel her wetness coating him more and more. As he jackhammered into the fit blonde, he brought his free hand up her body. Resting it between her firm breasts, Gunner pushed her hard into the wall behind her.

The sheer display of raw power was too much for Raven to take. Her body gave in. A sea of oblivion and bliss washed over her. She dug her nails into his back hard, with no regard for the consequences. In that moment, time was meaningless, pain nonexistent, her pleasure the only thing registering. As Gunner took the literal wind from her body, Raven wailed with what little breath she had.

As her body tightened, he thrust upward harder than ever before. His speed never slowed, drawing her orgasm out far longer than any she’d ever had. Pain surged from his back has her nails drew blood, but before that pain reached him, the heat of the moment turned it into pleasure. It drove him harder and faster, a tightness growing in his stomach.

The large hand on her chest kept Raven from taking a deep breath, but she felt as if she’d never need another gasp of air. Her body had everything it needed in that moment. Her muscles clenched, her loins still exploding with pleasure. Her eyes were open wide, seeing only his angry and twisted face. She nodded, aware that Gunner wasn’t far behind.
 

“Cum for me, you fucking stallion,” she growled.

There was something about Raven that he detested. At that moment, he pinpointed it: her arrogance and nerve to command far above her ranks. The blaze raged harder, hotter, and faster than ever. Gunner found a new strength and punished Raven with his sex.

“Just like that! Oh, God, yes.” If she had any control over her body, Raven would have given a self-satisfied smile, but her orgasm was just subsiding. Her body was still his to command.

Gunner couldn’t hold it in any longer, “You like that, you fucking bitch?” It was no longer about pleasure or even disdain. It was pure hate, and Gunner let it flow.

All she could manage to do was moan. It was all the approval he needed to unleash the true beast within him.

He could no longer keep his body in check. There was no more restraint. With wild abandon, Gunner fucked Raven with all his being. His body tightened one last time before unleashing hell. He growled like a wild animal, burying his cock deep inside the blonde. As his body gave in to the rush, he pushed harder at her chest and squeezed her ass.

Panting, sweating, all but disoriented, every bit of tension in Gunner’s body faded into a void. He replaced the pressing hand on her chest with his brow. Raven was coming down, too. As they slowly returned to reality he slid her down the wall. Once her feet touched the mattress, he let her go, despite feeling her unsteadiness.

She wobbled on the soft mattress, her legs useless. Extending her hands for balance, she lowered herself onto the sheets with what little control she had left. It had been rough, uninhibited, and just what she needed. She almost laughed out loud at how easy it had been to get Gunner into bed. She knew he detested her, but damn, he was quick to jump in the sack.

Gunner brought his body down and sat on the edge of the bed. He faced away from her. She may have been smoking hot and a great fuck, but if he never saw her again it would be no skin off his back. Gunner knew trouble when he saw it, and Raven was trouble with a capital
bitch
.

Reaching for a pack of smokes on his nightstand, Gunner lit two and stretched his arm behind him, offering Raven one.
And they say chivalry is dead
, he mused with a dark humor he knew she wouldn’t appreciate.

They smoked in silence. After a long drag, the sergeant-at-arms of the Rising Sons Motorcycle Club put the final nail in the coffin. "You know, Raven, fucking me won't get you any closer to becoming president.”

He half-expected a fight, some bullshit about feminism or being an independent woman. He was met with silence, instead. He took a long inhale and listened as she pulled her jeans back up her long, firm legs.

Knowing full well he should stop, Gunner went on. “Less than a year into the club, and everyone already knows you're gunning for the top seat. Ain't no bigger way to paint a target on your back, you dumb bitch. You think we can't see it?”

He heard her bare feet on his hardwood floor. Raven came around to his side bed, her cold eyes staring him down. He met the stare, barely flinching when she brought a hand hard across his face. It was hard, true, but it could've been much worse.