Cinderella came over to say hello when she first got here, but I ignored her. Up close her tits were nicely displayed, taunting me with each breath she took as they moved slightly. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from them. I’m sure if I had, my brothers would have been glued to her chest as well. My dick was so damn hard under the table; I couldn’t think, let alone speak. She needs to cover the hell up if she’s expecting some sort of a conversation to come out of me.
It’s been sweet fucking torture to watch her each time, bending over the pool table to line up her shot. After each ball either one of them sinks in a pocket, the other takes a shot of liquor. I’ve been paying attention because I’m not letting them drive home if they’re both plastered. Right now Cinderella’s on her fourth and Bethany’s on her sixth.
She glances at me briefly, walking around the pool table until she stops directly in front of our table. Spreading her feet apart, she bends over, her muscular legs on full display as she adjusts her pool stick until she has it where she wants it. She inhales a deep breath then pushes her ass out more while she takes her shot. With that motion, her skirt lifts the few inches I need it to so I can catch a glimpse of her bare pussy lips.
My fist hits the table top again, loudly, causing her to jump up. She spins around, her hand on her chest and eyes wide. My nostrils flare as I breathe heavily, wanting to rip the skirt completely off her.
“Are you okay?” She asks breathily and Saint groans beside me, no doubt witnessing what I was just privy too. I could go for punching him right about now.
“Pull your skirt down,” I demand, glaring at her for making me lose control so easily.
“Fine,” she huffs back. Wiggling slightly, she shimmies the tiny piece of material hugging her hips down. It moves all of an inch at the most, and I grit my teeth from her titties jiggling.
She faces Bethany, her long platinum hair falling to the top of her ass. “I need you and a smoke.”
Bethany gets a wicked grin on her face and downs a shot before eagerly following Cinderella through the bar. Either she’s happy about having a smoke or they’re up to something. Whatever it is, those girls are fucking trouble. People think bikers are bad, but that bitch is the type to make a brother lose it over her, and that’s gonna end up being me if I don’t keep my distance.
Slamming the double shot of whiskey I had resting in front of me, I’m stuck listening to my brothers talk about how they all hope that the chicks have friends that look as good as they do.
“You going out there?” Nightmare asks quietly, so the others don’t hear him over their conversation.
“Nope.”
“Why the fuck not?”
Shrugging, I take a gulp of my beer.
“You know with the cunt shot she just sent you, she wants to fuck. If you don’t jump on it, any other man in this shit hole would be happy to, Saint included.” My eyes fly toward the other brother busy carrying on, drinking and having a good time, paying Nightmare and myself no attention. Nightmare raps his knuckles on the table. “Somehow I don’t think you’d let anyone touch her, though.”
“What do you know about it?”
He copies me, shrugging and sits back in his seat, taking a long pull from his bottle.
Goddamn it. Fine. I hate the fact that he’s right. I would go fucking apeshit on someone if they touched her. She has me so wound up; I’m liable to flip out on anyone at this point.
“I’mma smoke,” I declare suddenly, so everyone at the table hears me.
Night and Spider nod, while Saint, Sinner, and Ruger keep on reminiscing over our last trip to Florida. They turned into some regular beach boys, going surfing and shit. We gave them all types of hell for it, but they ended up loving it regardless of our opinions.
Trekking through the bar, I take a deep breath once I arrive at the door leading me outside where Cinderella is. I have no idea what the fuck to say to her or them both if they’re standing there smoking and attempt to talk to me. I ought to make her put on my shirt while we’re out back. It’s the least she could do so I don’t end up killing someone else for her tonight. At this rate, it’ll end up being one of my fucking brothers.
I head outside, making sure the door closes behind me and that no one’s followed me. I hope she was at least cautious enough to do that much as well. Standing beside it, I lean my tired body against the brick wall and dig a cigarette out of my front pocket, then my zippo.
It takes a few tries to get my smoke lit in the breeze, but it works eventually, allowing me a couple of drags before I hear the first soft moan. My eyes fly to the left of me where the building protrudes out in an ‘L’ shape.
In the full moon’s bright glow mixed with the porch light, I can clearly make out Cinderella propped up against the building. They have the short leather skirt pushed up to her waist exposing her nakedness that I caught a glimpse of back at the pool table.
The real shocker is that Bethany’s on her knees right in front of her, with her shorts pushed down to the ground. She has one hand between her legs, pumping away while her face is between Cinderella’s thighs, licking furiously at her cunt.
Groaning, my hand immediately goes to my dick, squeezing it through my pants, attempting to ease some of the huge ache it’s suddenly feeling from not getting the attention it wants. This is the last thing I was ever expecting when I got up from my seat. Cinderella’s eyes meet mine as she moans again and I squeeze my cock harder. Fuck, I want in her so badly. This is no doubt the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Bethany starts sucking on Cinderella’s pussy as her hand moves faster under her shorts; she squirms for a second before pushing her away. Bethany stays directly in front of her, using both of her hands to chase her orgasm.
Cinderella locks her gaze with mine again and inserts two of her fingers as deep as they’ll go; my palm rubs my cock over my jeans, consumed by the sight in front of me.
Bethany calls out in bliss, finding her release as she watches Cinderella pleasure herself.
She pumps her fingers in and out, each time grinding her palm against her clit and moaning all while watching me. Cinderella’s eyes suddenly fly closed, a loud moan escaping her as she rides the waves of her orgasm. The vulnerable look of surrender as she gives in and accepts the pleasure overcoming her body is fucking breathtaking.
She finishes and Bethany climbs to her feet, both of them wearing pleased smiles. Pulling my hand away from my dick, I take a drag off my forgotten cigarette as they fix their clothes, approaching me.
Bethany beams a bright smile as she passes by, heading back inside.
I’m panting like I just ran a fucking marathon when Cinderella gets to me. I’m expecting her to do the same as Bethany, but she pauses. Her blue irises take in my flushed face as her tongue glides over her lips, making my heart rate spike even higher from the simple gesture, and then she does something I’ll never forget for the rest of my fucking life.
The bitch reaches her hand up, taking her two fingers she just came all over and brushed them against my mouth, leaving her wetness behind on my lips. It’s more than I can handle; her scent on my mouth is my fucking undoing.
She flashes a sexy smile and disappears through the door. She’s gone before I even realize it and I’m not sure if I’m in shock that she just did that or because she left me like this after such a brazen invitation. At least for her sake I hope that’s what it was, or she’s going to be highly pissed when I call her on it.
Licking my lips breaks me, and I go storming through the door, on a mission to have her. She thinks she can do that without any repercussions? I don’t fucking think so. That bitch is so fucking mine; she doesn’t know it yet, but she will real quick.
Once I make it through the hallway and into the bar, she’s yet again bent over the pool table, just like she never left.
Perfect.
With a few powerful strides, I’m behind her; Bethany’s eye’s growing wide when she notices how furious I am. Cinderella gets a ‘what’ out to Bethany before I slam the top part of her body down onto the pool table. She attempts to move, but I hold her down with my hand in the middle of her back. She’s no match for my strength no matter how hard she tries.
With my other hand, I release the button on my jeans, my zipper lowering immediately from my dick trying to burst out and lift her skirt up, uncovering half of her ass cheeks. She starts to scream in protest while everyone watches me claim her in front of the entire bar. After this, no one will ever touch her again around here.
“You offered your pussy up, Cinderella; now I’m fucking taking it,” I declare and she quits jerking around as I slam my dick inside, seating it in her fully. Once she hears my voice, I can feel the muscles in her back relax some; the fight left in her is purely because I’ve decided to collect in front of everyone.
Gripping her hip tightly, I take her hard and rough, our skin making loud smacking sounds each time our bodies meet a certain way. Her pussy’s tight, so fucking good, squeezing my cock like an angry fist.
Within a few pumps, I have her moaning, pushing her ass back into me for more. I give it to her, driving in deep until she whimpers, making my dick throb. The brothers all watch eagerly, no doubt enjoying the free show I’m giving them.
Nightmare’s over at Cinderella’s table. I’m guessing he was holding Bethany back from trying to stop me, but now she’s sitting on his lap with a worried stare directed at her friend. His arms are wrapped around her front, holding her to him. She has no need to stress anyhow; I can feel her friend’s cunt squeezing and pulsing inside, wanting to come.
“My bitch,” I state loudly as I thrust into her, so everyone understands exactly what this means.
“Fuck you!” She yells, muffled from the pool table.
“I am, baby.” Releasing her hip, I reach around giving her tittie a strong squeeze as I push my cock in as far as it’ll go. She feels so fucking good; I have to hold my breath, so I don’t go off to soon.
I hear, “Oh, Viking,” followed by that same moan from outside; then her pussy is squeezing me over and over, soaking my cock with her juices as her body gives in to me. Grinding into her, she rides my dick until her orgasm finishes.
“That’s it Cinderella, soak my cock; I want every last drop,” I growl just before pumping her full of my cum.
After a few beats, I step back, moving my hand that was holding her down. She stays in place, though, so I go about pulling her skirt down first. Once she’s covered up, I tuck my cock back in my pants.
Some of the patrons in the bar have stopped paying attention, while others are still staring. The music seems louder than before since the majority of the people are quiet now.
She takes a few breaths, carefully pushing herself up from the table. Once she has her footing again, she faces me, her blue gaze blazing with fury. I’ve never seen her pissed before; I think it makes her even more beautiful.
“My name’s Princess, not Cinderella,” she hisses angrily and follows it with a powerful slap. The crack from her palm connecting with my cheek is so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if it fucking echoed. The bitch hit me hard enough that my face feels like it’s on fire, even with the protection from my beard. She’s got some balls; that’s for damn sure.
My hand shoots out, wrapping around her throat. Her eyes grow wide, and I pull her body flush with mine. I lower my face to hers, close enough that we trade breaths. “It fits,” I mumble as she watches my mouth.
“Huh?” she whispers, meeting my eyes.
“Your name. You reminded me of a fairy tale, but Princess is better,” I answer quietly.
Her hands flutter up to her throat, following my fingers down to my wrist and then further until she has a hold of my forearm. She clutches on, using it for balance as she gets to her tippy toes, making her a bit taller. It gives her just enough height to bring her mouth to mine.
She sucks my bottom lip between both of hers and immediately my grip on her neck relaxes, releasing her throat so I can kiss her. Her lips part eagerly when I take over, our tongues meeting and mating in their own form.
She jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and our kiss changes from exploratory to downright erotic. Her body already wants more. I’ve heard stories from other brothers that once a cunt is claimed and filled with your cum that it goes crazy, wanting to fuck for days. They said it has something to do with breeding and finding your mate or some shit like that. I thought it was a myth, but maybe it’s not after all.
My hands fly under her ass to hold her to me securely as I break our kiss, so I’m able to see as I walk. If this is happening, then I’m taking her to my room. I glance toward the brothers, getting a thumbs-up from Saint. I don’t respond, just concentrate on walking toward the door.
Princess runs her tongue over my neck, sucking hard enough that tomorrow I’m most likely going to look like I was fucking attacked. I don’t mind it one bit. I’ll wear that shit proudly.
I can’t believe that I claimed her in a bar, in front of everyone. Where the fuck did that even come from? I’ll think about it later. There’s no way I can give a shit right now with her body pressed up against mine and her mouth on me.
PRINCESS
Just kissing him alone, it’s like drowning. No matter how much I tell myself to struggle and fight against him, I succumb to the raging need he fills me up with inside. I want him, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
There’s never been a man in my life that was brave enough to fuck me like Viking did tonight. Any other women would be crying somewhere in a corner, acting as if they were violated from being manhandled, but I’m not most women. No, definitely not, ‘cause I fucking loved it.
He was that hell-bent on showing everyone in the bar that he’s the only one allowed to have me, well now I want more. That sample he gave me was only the beginning.
My tongue trails over the salty skin of his neck, nipping at the juncture meeting his shoulder. His cock is huge, pleasantly reminding me of its length and girth with each step he takes when it rubs against the bottom of my ass. “I want more,” I declare, biting his shoulder between each word.
Groaning, he blows out a breath as his dick rubs against my ass again. We’re nearly to his room already. He carries me as if I weigh nothing, taking large strides in a hurry.
His taste has left me in some sort of frenzy, wanting him any way I can have him. This isn’t supposed to be part of the plan, sleeping with him multiple times. I feel lost, not wanting him to stop but at the same time my head chanting that it’s not supposed to be like this. I never included in my mission the possibility of me actually wanting any of the bikers I planned on fucking.
We arrive at Viking’s room, the key making a scratching sound as he attempts to stab it in the lock while juggling my wandering hands and me. He becomes impatient, slamming me up against the door. His closeness floods me in his scent of earth and leather. He’s all man, everywhere, even his smell. Fuck, he makes my hormones race with all the possibilities.
Taking full advantage of his brief stillness, I hold onto his shoulders, pulling myself up a little way. He pauses, watching me lick my lips, and then I drop down slowly, grinding against his hardness trying to break free from his jeans.
Viking’s cheeks flush, his eyes lighting with passion. “You don’t hold the fuck still, I’m going to tie you up. Then I’ll make you suck my cock while you beg for me to touch your pussy.”
His words make me clench and ache with want. Luckily the door flies open as he finally gets it unlocked and we stumble through the opening. Viking starts to balance us, but I lose my grip, and we tumble to the carpet. He braces himself over me in the push-up position, so he doesn’t land on me.
“Not what I imagined, but this position will work too,” I chortle, and his lips part enough to give me a glimpse of his bright white teeth, clenched together.
Oh. He’s not in the mood to play. I must have teased him a little too much.
“So, you like grinding huh?” he rasps with his face bent close enough I can feel the warmth from his breath flutter over my lips, taste the remaining whiskey left in his mouth from the pool table. He had thrown back a double shot right before he spurted his come deep inside my body, owning me in front of the entire bar.
I’d never been claimed before, and it’s something I’ll never be able to forget. The primal rage I felt radiating through his muscles as he powerfully drove into me over and over, then declaring I belonged to him in front of everyone. It wasn’t only a declaration, but a dare. If anyone is remotely brave enough to approach me after tonight, then they become fair game for him. After what I witnessed him do to the last creep that threatened me, I know he wouldn’t make false statements.
My heart doesn’t stutter in fear thinking that there’s a chance he could kill for me; no, it skips a beat, knowing for a fact that he really will kill for me.
His arms lower until he’s resting on his elbows, his strong body blissfully pushed against my softer one. I’ve never felt small before with men, more on their level, but with him, he takes over every inch. Viking consumes me like no other, commanding me to submit and demanding control of everything. Shockingly, my body reacts as if it’s being strummed like a melody, eager to please the one playing it.
Spreading my legs wide, my bare pussy lips become pressed against his jean clad cock, sending sweet torture through my body at the contact. “Yep,” I eventually get out, starting to pant. He’s so warm, his body heat blanketing me like a hot summer’s day.
“Funny, when your tits are in my face, you always want to talk, but now that I have your pussy spread and wound up, you don’t have much to say?” His hips press into me, delicious waves of pleasure slowly building me up higher
I manage a low moan, but nothing that makes any sense.
“My cock got you distracted, baby?” He pushes his jeans down enough, so his cock is freed, standing at attention, grazing the bottom of his belly button.
“My God you’re big.”
His mouth hikes up as he rotates his hips in a circle, his cock pressing into my clit perfectly.
“That’s right, Princess, I’m gonna fuck your tight cunt until no other man ever measures up.”
“Trust me; I can already confirm that they don’t,” I ramble, as his fingers reach between us, rubbing my entrance, collecting my wetness. Each time he touches me or grinds into me, I feel my juices flooding, dribbling down toward my ass.
“You save your voice ‘cause you’re gonna be using it a lot tonight. I’m going to fuck you so hard that tomorrow your legs will shake when you try to stand. Each time you sit, you’ll burn, but be reminded that I was there all night long. I’m going to have this pussy as much as I want, then I’ll take your mouth.” His hand moves lower, stopping at the entrance of my ass, the one place that hasn’t ever been touched by anyone. “And when you think you can’t possibly come again, I’m going to make you cry, baby.” He shoves two fingers deep into my back entrance, a gasp escaping me at the new sensations, and he continues, “Yeah, you’re gonna cry and beg me to stop, but I’m gonna fuck your ass, and after you’re cleaned up and done crying, I’m going to spray my thick cum all over those pretty titties you like to flaunt in front of me. You may hate me by morning, but you’ll fucking be mine.” He ends on a growl, plunging his cock into my core while continuing to play with my ass.
He’s right, I scream.
I scream in absolute fucking wonder at the amazing feeling of being taken by a real man. I should’ve saved my voice because it was only the beginning.