The bitch thought she could pull a gun on me? One that wasn't even loaded? Claire's eyes gave everything away. I could see the doubt, the terror, and the hesitation all there. She knew this plan wasn't going to work. So why even try?
I slapped the gun straight out of her hands. The shocked look on her face was priceless. My anger was bubbling to the surface. Claire deserved to be slapped around—taught a lesson that you never pull a gun on a Rabid Dogs unless you intend to use it. She had no idea her defiance was making me so hard.
When Claire was all tied up on my bed, all I could think about what fucking her relentlessly as she screamed. My throbbing cock wouldn't be satisfied until it tasted her wet pussy.
I pushed Claire to the creaky bed and jumped on top of her, forcing my lips on hers. She resisted at first, trying to squirm away but the passion enveloped us. Her hair smelled like rain in the summer, her lips a fiery heat against mine. My hand moved between her silky legs and ran up her bare thighs, going underneath her skirt. Claire moaned against me. I pulled her messy hair and craned her neck to the side. The nape of her neck was soft and delicious as I took my first bite.
Claire's heavy breathing echoed in my ears. She tugged at my leather cut, trying to figure out a way to get it off. My kisses ran up her neck and behind her ear. Nothing could stop me from having her now. I slipped my arms out of my cut and threw it on the floor. Claire slowly lifted my white wife-beater, smiling deviously as she looked up at me. I tossed it to the side and Claire ran her nails across my inked chest.
“Why a spider?” she asked, circling the Rabid Dogs tattoo across my pecs.
I shrugged. “Blaze thought it sounded badass. He wanted to strike fear in our enemies.”
“Are big bikers even scared of spiders?” Claire seemed to have already moved on to taking off my jeans. I tried to find a response but her fingers deftly unzipped my pants, stealing my attention. I swatted her hands away before she could expose my large shaft. She shouldn't get everything she wants.
I stretched Claire's blouse until it was over her head and on the floor. Her beautiful tits stared up at me in a black bra. I imagined my shaft resting in her cleavage, cum spurting out all over her chest. My cock hammered in my boxer briefs, begging to be released. It wasn't time yet.
I hiked up her skirt until her black panties saw the light of day. Claire closed her eyes and moaned as I pressed against her pubic mound. I could see her panties were already stained with her wetness. My finger ran on the inside of her underwear, lightly grazing her slit and collecting all her juices. I sucked on my wet finger, savoring the sweet flavor. “Do you know how good you taste, Claire?”
She shook her head, panting. I flipped her over until she was face down on my bed. I admired her smooth back and firm ass before unsnapping her bra. I littered kisses all down her spine, Claire shivering with goosebumps everywhere. I pulled up on her hips until Claire was on all fours. I slowly peeled her panties down until the rested around her knees.
“I've been thinking about fucking this ass the moment I met you,” I told her, rubbing her cheek with my open palm. I raised my hand back and let it loose, crashing it against her ass.
Claire screamed and begged for more. I slapped her ass repeatedly, watching as she snapped her head back, taking in all the pleasure, her ass becoming red and raw.
I spread her cheeks and buried my face into her wet pussy. My tongue ran between her lips and to her warm hole, my nose just barely touching her asshole. I tasted every inch of her and Claire could barely contain herself. I let her cream cover my entire face as I ate her out.
She rubbed her pussy up and down against my tongue. “I'm so close, Cole! Don't stop.”
I immediately pulled away and Claire's ass tried to follow me. “You're not going to come yet. Only around my thick cock.”
Claire turned back to me with a face of desperation. “Then fuck me now, Cole...before I burst.”
This slut was going to scream my name a thousand times before the day was over.
I grasped Claire's hips and pulled her ass against my raging hard-on. My balls were heavy and needed to be emptied. She purred as she slid her wetness up and down my shaft, my cock fitting perfectly between her lips.
“No more teasing,” I murmured, forcing all of me into Claire's tight hole. She rocked her head back and howled. Her pussy stretched as I filled every inch of her. I pushed deeper and deeper, my teeth clenched as I thrust in and out. Her soft ass jiggled with every pounding. The taste of her sweet pussy was still on my lips.
Her breathing quickened. Claire moaned at the top of her lungs. She was close. “Cole...”
“Come for me, baby,” I commanded, allowing her to finally succumb to her desires.
Claire shattered right in front of me, spasming over and over, bucking against me. I slapped her ass hard as she came around my cock. Her hands and legs could barely hold herself up. This whore was mine for the night and she wasn't going to stop getting fucked until I had no cum left.
“Harder...harder,” Claire begged me. I tugged at her curly hair and wrapped it around my fist, snapping her head back. I collided with her hard, sending her lurching forward on the bed. Her pussy was going to take my cock as deep as it could go.
The pleasure coursed through my veins like a raging river. Every thrust got me closer and closer to that peak.
“Come with me,” Claire yelled.
“Not yet.” I could come at any moment but I wasn't done with her. I lifted her backwards by just her hair until her hands left the bed and her chest was pushed outwards. She yelped every time I crashed into her. My balls were full of hot magma and my volcano needed to explode.
“I'm close, Claire,” I warned her.
“Come inside me, Cole. I need to feel you.”
Claire saying my name was my undoing. I let go and finally released. She climaxed again with me, struggling against my hold on her hair. I fucked Claire hard until every last drop of cum was unloaded into her pussy.
I pulled out and watched as she collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty mess, her back expanding and contracting with every breath. My seed leaked out of her and dried on the flannel comforter.
“How was that?” Claire asked in a daze, her hair all disheveled and covering her face.
I lay down next to her, feeling her naked body against me. “We're not done yet,” I said and Claire's eyes shot open.
“I don't know if I can take anymore, Cole.” Her voice faltered.
I brushed the hair out of her face. “Once I get a taste of you, you're mine for the entire night.”
Claire smiled and almost passed out. “I'll give you a breather,” I said. I took her hand and led it down below where she felt my cock already hard again. “But only for a moment. I'm ready to fuck your brains out.”
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A knock at the door woke me up in the middle of the night. I checked the clock next to the bed and it was only one in the morning. I looked next to me and Claire was sound asleep. She had kicked the covers off and her naked body was aglow in the moonlight.
I got out of bed and didn't even bother getting dressed. Whoever was interrupting me at this hour deserved an eyeful. I opened the door a sliver so they couldn't see the mess I had made with Claire. Tank stood in the hallway all big and buff. He used to wrestle back in high school and he looked like he could still play.
“Prez needs to see you right away, Cole.” Tank scratched at his broom mustache.
“Be down in a moment.” I closed the door and looked back at Claire. Her perfect ass was nice and round, begging to be fucked again. My cock almost came to attention but I willed it away. I had more important things to think about. Why was Blaze wanting to meet so late at night? It could only have to do with Claire. If Blaze wanted me to do away with her, he'd have a fight on his hands. I wasn't done with the bitch yet. Not by a long shot.
I got dressed and made sure my Remington was loaded before putting it behind my back in my waistband. Blaze was sitting alone in the meeting room when I walked in and Tank closed the door, standing guard outside.
My hand instinctively went to the butt of my gun. If Blaze wanted a shootout, he'd get one.
“Take a seat, Cole,” Blaze said, half his face covered in shadow.
My heart was punching the inside of my chest. I sat down in my normal seat at the opposite end of the table, my hand still behind my back on the gun. “What did you wake me up for, Prez?”
“It's about the girl,” he replied with his hands folded in front of him. He looked like a Bond villain, ready to push a button and send me flying down a chute to be eaten by crocodiles. “We got word from Byron—he wants to make a trade.”
My hand relaxed off the gun. “He's ready to give up his territory for his sister?”
Blaze leaned back in his chair. “He didn't agree to anything yet. He wants to see his sister in person first.”
Giving back Claire was the last thing I wanted to do. My cock wasn't even close to done with her yet. But the MC came first. There'd be plenty of other pieces of ass to stick my dick into. “Okay, so where's the meet?”
“Near the edge of town, under the overpass.”
“Think it might be a trap?” I asked.
Blaze chuckled to himself. “With Byron...always.”