The next morning…
A door slams closed, the noise echoing throughout the small room and disturbing my sleep. Parting my lids, the overly bright sunlight shines in, mocking my splitting headache. Yesterday was a fucking train wreck, to put it mildly.
At some point, Cinderella will hear about me showing up and talking to her father if we end up hanging around the Charter for the barbecue and other get-togethers. Not looking forward to that shit storm.
The bathroom door swings open, my girl coming out with her belongings loaded up in her arms. She heads straight for her purse, dropping everything inside the oversized bag.
“Hey, baby.” It comes out sounding extra gruff, my voice a little raw from all the shouting yesterday.
Her fiery gaze meets mine, an eyebrow lifting as I scoot back to sit against the headboard. She ties my wife beater tank at her mid back, so it doesn’t swim on her small frame and messily twists her hair up, securing it with a pen from her purse. You’d think with how big the bag is that she’d carry a hair thing in it. Remaining silent, she picks up her cut off shorts from the floor, sliding them on and heads for her flip-flops.
“What’re you doing?” I rasp, feeling my forehead wrinkle as my head pounds.
She slips the other shoe on. “Exactly what it looks like. Leaving.”
Turning quickly, my feet hit the floor next to my pants. I pull my jeans on, leaving the button unclasped and head over to her so she can’t get outside without telling me what’s going on.
“You wanna be a little more specific?”
Last night everything seemed to be okay once she calmed down and fell asleep. I know my father scared her, but she’s a tough bitch. Besides that, I killed the fucker; she doesn’t have to worry about him coming back, ever again. I know my brother will leave her alone, so I don’t get why she’s upset.
Unless she’s pissed at her pops all over again? She’s clearly mad about something, as I tower over her, and she glares, probably wishing she could light my ass on fire.
“Nope, sure don’t.”
“All right, cut the bullshit, Cinderella. The fuck’s going on?”
“How should I know? My Ol’ Man.” She makes quotation marks in the air as she says Ol’ Man. “Doesn’t tell me anything. I’m just a good little woman, fucking him like I’m supposed to. Guess it makes me the stupid one for thinking we actually had something real.”
Pointing my finger close to her face, I warn, “First off, don’t you disrespect that title. You’ll get a lot of fucking respect you deserve to have from my name being the one attached to it. Second, I don’t have any idea what the hell you’re talking about. Last night I thought we were straight when you fell asleep. Unless something went down while I was passed out, then shit’s still real.”
Her gaze lands on the door, and she huffs, “I need to leave,” trying to shut me out.
“You can go once we settle this.”
“Oh, can I? That’s so kind of you. Biker or whoever, you’re not my boss and if I want to climb in my car and drive away, then I will.” Her stubborn eyes meet mine as she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly.
She’s so damn cute, wound up like this.
Smirking, I let out a cocky chuckle, “Baby, if I want you to stay somewhere, you will. You try getting in that car before I say it’s okay, and I’ll slit your fucking tires.”
“You’re infuriating. I’ll walk if I have to.”
“No, you won’t. I’ll be damned if my woman’s walking down that highway. I’ll tie you to the bed and eat that pussy until you beg me to let you stay.”
“You are pretty talented with that tongue; good to know you don’t only use it for lying.”
Her retort confuses me. Why would I lie? And about what?
It takes a few seconds until I realize why she’s so angry.
“You’re pissy ‘cause I didn’t tell you about my father.”
“You’re not just some Nomad for the Oath Keepers; you have your own freaking club!”
“You’re wrong. That’s not my fucking club. I haven’t been a Widow Maker in years, and I’ll never be again.”
Her hands fly up, drastically as she rolls her eyes, “And that name! A widow maker? Yeah, I’d definitely have that on my cut; it sure is something to brag about. I can’t believe you haven’t told me. Look at the danger you put me in. You kept your past from me, and it almost got me killed. You could have at least told me so I would’ve been on the lookout.”
“You were in the wrong situation, and I’m real sorry about that Princess, but you were never in any danger.”
“Look at my arms!” she exclaims, thrusting them out, showing off the ugly bruises my father gave her. “You haven’t even seen the cut between my boobs yet. Thank God it wasn’t deep!”
My hand goes to her heart, a little rougher than intended and her wide eyes meet mine. “You fuckin’ feel that?” Growling angrily, I put pressure on the top of her breast, driving her backward until she hits the wall. “That’s your goddamn heartbeat, thumping away. I came for you; I got there as fast as fucking possible, and I killed as many motherfuckers as I had to, to get to you. Don’t you tell me that you’re hurt unless you’re sure you absolutely fucking mean it.” And she’s wrong; I did see that cut.
Her chest heaves as she gets worked up. “You did save me,” she admits quietly, “but you rescued me from your own family that I should have known about.”
Sighing deeply, my other hand rakes through my hair, pulling at it in frustration. “I know I fucked up, but you kept your shit from me too.” My palm slides over the shirt, stopping at the base of her throat.
“I-I couldn’t talk about him to you,” she finishes on a whisper, her eyes cresting with tears.
“Yeah, babe, you could. Believe it or not, I do listen to you. I know what it’s like to have hate consuming your heart because of fucked-up circumstances.”
“He respects you, I could tell. You’re angry that I didn’t confess, but you already knew who he was to me, didn’t you?”
Nodding, I watch as a tear falls down her cheek, then a second, and another, until I can’t take them anymore and use my thumbs to wipe her cheeks, wanting her tears to dry. “Shhhh, calm down, everything’s all right.”
“But it’s not.” Her lip wiggles as her tears come full force, and I drag her into my arms, holding her tightly to my chest.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“You’ll hate me,” she replies, her voice muffled by my shirt.
“Cinderella, I don’t know how you haven’t noticed by now, but I’m fucking batshit crazy in love with you. I can’t see myself hating you anytime soon, babe.”
Her words make me uneasy, but I won’t give that away to her. Staring ahead at the beige painted wall, I attempt to swiftly prepare myself mentally for whatever she’s going to say.
“I slept with you on purpose.”
That’s not what I was expecting to leave her mouth, and it almost makes me laugh. “I sorta got that when you rubbed your cum on my lips and flashed me your cunt while you were playing pool.”
“God, I’m such a slut.”
“Nah, I fucking loved every minute seeing you like that.”
“I hooked up with another biker before you.”
My hackles rise at the mention of another member. I don’t give a shit who the biker is; she belongs to me now.
Princess leans back to look at me, her face red and splotchy from crying, “Me and Bethany had a plan so I could get back at my father.”
“Go on.”
“I met one of my dad’s Prospects before you came along. I used him to upset my father, and I was planning to do the same with you, but you wouldn’t let me. Once I was with you, I couldn’t even think of anyone else.”
“You fuck any of the brothers?” The Prospect was nothing, and I took care of him right away anyhow. No sweat off my back but she better fess up if there was one I don’t know about.
“No. You’re the only biker I’ve slept with.”
“Good answer.”
“It’s the truth,” she responds, and I close the distance between us.
My palm slides up her shirt, squeezing her full tit as my lips find hers. My other hand eagerly unclasps her shorts button, as my tongue swipes against hers passionately. Within seconds I’m inside her jean shorts, my fingers moving in circles against her clit.
Her dainty hands fly to my jeans, shoving them off my hips as she becomes immersed in sexual need. Her tight fist wraps around my cock eagerly, pumping away with purpose. Tearing my lips from hers, I order hoarsely, “Get on your knees.” It’s been too long since I’ve had her. I need to be inside of her now, especially after she gets all mouthy and emotional. She’s so fucking beautiful all tearstained and vulnerable, eager to love and please me.
“My knees?” she repeats in a daze.
“Now, Princess.”
For once she does exactly what she’s told, holding onto my thighs as she drops to the floor directly in front of my cock. Without hesitation, she takes me in as far as she can. It feels incredible, and I’m probably not going to last long like this.
“Deeper, I want to hear you choke on it.”
She complies, taking me in several times until she starts to gag. Her reflex and throat massages the sensitive tip making my precum trickle out excitedly.
“Holy fuck, you’re gonna make me come so hard like that.” Groaning, my mouth hangs open slightly as I watch the fucking goddess in front of me.
Sweat builds on my brow as my nuts begin to tighten in anticipation, yet she continues the pleasurable torture, barely hesitating to catch her breath. Wetness coats her cherry colored swollen lips and chin, making Princess the sexiest bitch I’ve ever seen before.
She goes even farther on her next pass, causing one of my hands to fly to the wall, steadying my body, so I don’t fall over from my knees becoming weak. She’s so damn good.
“Fuck baby, you wanna swallow my cum, or you want me to fill you up somewhere else?”
She pulls back briefly, staring up at me with desire filling her eyes, continuing to work my cock over with her fist. “I want to please you, Viking. Where do you want it?”
Fuuuuuck. I could shoot all over the place right now with that look and those words.
“I want my cum all over you, especially that pretty face and pink pussy.”
Licking her lips, she nods, then bends forward to suck my cock some more. Each pass, she copies my fingers from earlier, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock and sending me one step closer to bliss. My dick begins to throb, and she sits back on her heels, busily pumping me.
The next time I glance down, she’s eagerly watching me, her face tilted upwards with her mouth wide open and waiting.
“God, I love that look. I’m going to fuck you so good and hard, everyone will be able to tell I’ve been beating that pussy up.”
A loud growl escapes as cum bursts from my cock, the hot liquid spraying her flushed cheeks and mouth. Halfway through my climax, I spread my seed over her puffy lips and then shove my dick inside. The last of my offering is welcomed by her tongue, as she savors it in her mouth, waiting for me to give her permission to swallow.
“Damn, Cinderella, you make one hell of an Ol’ Lady.” Muttering, I pull her to her feet and shed my shirt to clean her face for her. “Swallow it.”
She nods, softly moaning to herself afterward.
Once she’s all taken care of, I walk her over to the bed, having her lie down. My hand shoots between her thighs ready for my turn to play. “Spread those sexy thighs for me, baby.”
“I thought you’d need a few minutes?” She gasps as I find her clit again.
“Fuck that, now open up so I can watch as I finger fuck that sugary cunt.”
With each pump of my fingers her core clenches, trying to pull them in further, her pussy creaming around my knuckles.
“I swear if I can eat you out every day of my life, I’ll die a happy man.”
“The stuff you say to me, it’s crazy. I’m not used to anyone talking to me like that, and it makes me want you constantly.”
Pulling my fingers free, I use the wetness to insert them in her ass while my tongue hungrily swipes up any leftover juice in her slit. Her honey hits my taste buds, and my cock instantly stiffens, ready for more.
“Ahhh!” she calls out, her body tightening up on me.
Keeping up my assault, I run my tongue from her pink folds, spreading her wetness down her taint, eventually pushing cream and saliva into her back entrance. She goes wild, her body squirming and as soon as it’s lubed enough, my digits go right back in, working her over as my lips slurp her slit and suck on her clit.
I don’t stop until she screams, coming all over my chin and lips. Like the greedy bastard that I am, I lick up every last drop my tongue can find then flip her onto her stomach.
“Oh my god!” she mumbles into the bedspread.
Grabbing her hips, I prop her ass in the air, rubbing my tip all over her cunt until she starts gyrating, attempting to get my dick to slip in farther. After a few moments of teasing her, I line myself up with her asshole. She stills just like I figured she would, sliding my hand around her hip and between her thighs, I find her core. Shoving three fingers in deep, I plant my cock in her ass at the same time.
“Please not like the first night,” she whispers, but even low, I can still hear the tears in her voice.
I loved the first night.
Stilling, I take it down a notch and start kissing up her back, pausing next to her ear to murmur, “I don’t think you realize how much control you really have, Cinderella. I loved the first night, but I love you so much more. Tell me what you want, baby; tonight is all yours.”