Hell's Knights

“So fuckin’ wet, nicest tastin’ pussy I’ve ever put my mouth on.”

I quiver. My eyes are hooded as I watch him jerk his jeans down just enough to release his cock. He reaches into his back pocket for a condom, and then he tears it open with his mouth before rolling it onto his hard length. Now sheathed, he steps closer, takes my ankles and puts them around his hips. He presses close to me, his head just probing my center.

“Want this sugar?” he growls.

“Yes, please, stop teasing me.”

“Tell me what you want, word for word. Make me want it, baby.”

“I want your cock,” I whimper. “I want your beautiful cock inside me, hard, fast, and deep.”

He groans, “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

He slides the tip of his cock into my pussy and I arch, oh God, yes. He slides in another inch; I groan his name and hold the grips on the handlebars so tightly my fingers ache. Fully stretched around him, I forget everything else but this moment. He slides his hips back, the entire length of him leaving me, then he thrusts back in. I moan and reach up under my shirt to tweak my nipples.

“Fuck, get those babies out for me, sugar,” Cade orders, his voice hoarse.

I grip my shirt, and pull it up to reveal my small, but perky breasts. He hisses, and his thrusts become quicker. He leans over, sucking one of my hard nipples into his mouth while his other hand slips underneath me. For a moment, I don’t know what he’s doing until the bike roars to life. The vibrations that rip through my body does crazy things to me. I scream and jerk, as the combination of his thrusting and the vibrations coming off the bike, send me over the edge. I clamp around him, coming with such force I don’t recognize my own cries. All I can feel is the deep, blinding, pulsating jerks of pleasure taking over my body.

“Mother fucker,” Cade grunts. “So fuckin’ tight.”

I know the moment he comes; I can feel his cock pulsing, I’m wrapped that tightly around him. He doesn’t make a sound. He just buries his head into my chest and thrusts until he’s got nothing left. Then, he just lays there for the longest moment, catching his breath. I do the same, running my fingertips through his thick, dark hair as I come down from what is easily the best sex I’ve ever had.

“Fuck, girl, you were so fuckin’ tight, that was so fuckin’ mind blowing. I never thought…just…wow.”

Okay! That’s a random thing to say. You were so tight? Who says that?

“What did you expect,” I joke lightly. “A big, loose fuck?”

He doesn’t say anything, and I realize what he meant. It hits me so hard, I jerk violently under him. Cade thinks the rumors are true. He thinks I was a whore. Feeling my vision blur, I struggle to push him off me. He seems confused as he pulls back, but when he sees my face, it doesn’t take him long to click.

“I didn’t…”

I pull my hand back, and I punch him so hard I hear his jaw crack. He roars in pain, and stumbles backwards, only just managing to steady the bike. I scramble off, gripping my jeans and pulling them back on. Cade is still snarling as he kicks the stand on his bike and storms towards me. I throw my hands up, and they tremble as I try to hold them out in front of me.

“Come near me again, you mother fucker, and I’ll put you on your ass. Don’t think I can’t,” I snarl.

“What the fuck?” he snaps, rubbing his jaw.

“How dare you!” I scream. “You thought I was a fucking whore! You fucked me because you thought I was easy?”

He stares at me, his green eyes intense as he scans my face. “I didn’t fuckin’ say that…”

“My mother was a fucking whore, so you assumed I was the same. You heard I have been fucking since I was thirteen so you assumed that I had been paid for it. You fucking asshole, you piece of shit! I actually liked you!”

I spin and begin storming down the drive. Cade runs after me.

“Addison, stop!”

“Fuck you, Cade. How could you? I know you’re a biker. I know you get around, but how could you treat me like that?”

My voice is hoarse and I hate it. I hate he’s dragged this kind of emotion from me. My entire body is shaking. My palms are sweating and everything inside me aches. I’m hurt. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such intense hurt. How could I let him affect me like this? After a few short days, I let myself become attracted to him; I let myself think he was different. He isn’t. None of them are. I should know that by now.

“Addison, I didn’t…fuck…just listen.”

I spin around. “Do you want to know how many men I’ve fucked, Cade?”

“No, fuck, I just…”

“I’ve fucked three, and been raped by one.”

His eyes widen, and I continue before he can speak.

“You’re one of those three, Cade. The other was a regular fuck and he was good to me, the last was my boyfriend Billy. The man who raped me, also took my virginity at thirteen, and continued to assault me until Billy came along and stopped him. I’m a sexual person, I won’t lie about that. I like to fuck. I like to explore, but I don’t do it with just anyone. I’ve only trusted two people enough, and both times I enjoyed it, but it was nothing like what I felt just then. You came along, and you seemed to want me, you seemed genuine, and I felt the attraction, so I thought why not? Why not pick someone who I actually feel a deep sexual attraction to? I wanted to see what it was like, to feel you around me and maybe, just maybe, feel like I wasn’t being used, but really it was just a cheap, quick fuck,” I spit the words at him, they fly from my mouth like venom.