I cried out as Hatch’s thick cockhead pushed forward and slipped deep inside of me. It was so strange, here we were finally making my fantasy a reality and yet somehow my mind couldn’t quite accept that it was happening.

It felt like a dream. It was so good, and his thickness filled me so perfectly that it was surreal. As if we truly had been made for each other, from head to toe, as if all our parts lined up exactly as they were meant to.

“You’re so wide,” I groaned as he lifted me up, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me in place. “Oh Hatch, you’re stretching my pussy with your thick dick.”

“Your pussy is so tight,” he growled and his hot breath hit my ear, making me shiver. “Your cunt is so hot.”

He walked me to the bed, sliding me up and down on his rock hard dick as we moved. I clung to his neck and threw my head back, letting my long hair brush down the back of me. I cried out as he gave one final, hard thrust before laying me gently down, his cock never leaving the tight space of my pussy.

“Fuck me, Hatch,” I moaned, language I wasn’t used to using. Language that would normally make me blush red hot from the tips of my toes to the tops of my ears. But with Hatch it spilled out of me, it was natural and it was right to talk to him like that. My man needed to know what a stud he was, and I was his biggest cheerleader. “Split me open with that fat cock, baby.”

I dug my fingers into his back and pulled him deeper until I felt him wince at the pain of my grip. He kept ploughing me fast though, whatever effect my nails had on him didn’t slow him or make him miss a beat.

He slammed so hard into me that the slapping of our bodies coming together and the ragged sounds of our breathing was the only thing I heard in the room.

I cried out at last as my orgasm crested and built beyond the point of return, my voice echoing in the small room, joining the sounds of our sex.

“You’re almost there,” Hatch snarled and fucked me faster. “Come on, kitten, come for me. Let me feel your sweet little cunt tighten up and milk my balls. Come for me, kitten…”

I screamed my response as my body crashed hard, falling into a raging river of orgasmic fury that left my muscles tense and my throat raw from crying out.

Hatch paused above me, stared into my eyes and I felt every muscle in his body twist and knot under my fingers.

“Fill my pussy, Hatch,” I groaned, “fuck me hard and flood my cunt with your seed. Come with me, let’s come together.”

I writhed in the sweet ecstasy of the moment. It was as if time stopped and our bodies hung suspended somewhere outside of it, it our own pocket of pleasure.

Nothing else mattered at that moment. Nothing else had any meaning.

The only thing in the world that existed was my orgasm and his, our bodies joined as one and our souls slipping together in one perfect declaration of love.

“I’m coming, kitten, just for you…” Hatch’s breath was faster then, and he was making little moans and growls under his breath that drove me wild.

I felt his cock harden even more, if that was possible, and pulse. Heat flooded me and I screamed in triumph, clinging to him, and bit his neck to quiet my voice.

He was so unbelievable sexy, so hot, and so god damned virile I thought I might be able to taste his spunk, it hit me so hard inside.

“Yes,” I hissed and clawed at him. “Yes, I can feel it, I can feel your cum. I can feel your load, my big stallion. Fuck, yes.”

He grunted one last time, thrust hard and closed his eyes, his cock pulsing harder as he drained the last of his cum into my waiting pussy.

“Your cunt wants it all,” he rasped, “I can feel it sucking me dry.”

Our bodies stretched and our limbs entwined until we were drawn back like a bow waiting to be released.

And at last that release snapped us into a beautiful, intense wave of bliss. I cried out and he growled, and he fell onto the bed beside me, our limbs loose and weakened by the force of our mutual orgasms.

He rolled to the side, pulled me into his arms and I rested my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beating inside his massive, muscled body and it seemed to be in exact time with mine.

“That was…damn,” he rasped and hugged me tighter. “I mean it’s been a while, but from what I remember, your pussy is the most incredible cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of sampling.”

“How long is a while?” I asked, thinking of my own long dry spell of almost a year.

“Well let’s see,” he said and seemed to be adding things up. “Six years.”

I jerked up and stared at him, laughed and said, “Six years. Yeah right, your balls would have turned blue and fallen off by now. Come on, how long?”

He looked at me, held me close and nodded. “Yes, six years. It’s been that long. And yes, it feels like they should have fallen off but they didn’t. I was waiting for you, kitten. I was saving it all for you.”

“Well…that’s something.” I didn’t know how to respond to him, what could I say? I still hardly believed that he was telling the truth. “Why so long? Why did you wait? Were you celibate?”

“Not by choice,” he chuckled sardonically. “Not by choice at all.”

He took a deep breath and exhaled it in a long sigh. He shifted so his arm was free and he held it out, showing me his full sleeve tattoo. “Do you recognize any of these?” He indicated a few of the designs mixed in with gorgeous artwork of Koi fish and fantasy landscapes.

I furrowed my brow and looked both his arms up and down, some of the images seemed somewhat familiar but I couldn’t place them.

“No, not that I can remember.”

“I was in prison. It wasn’t chosen celibacy, but forced on me when I was locked up.”

I tensed up and began to withdraw mentally, like my defensive walls popped up, taking me away from him emotionally.

“It wasn’t anything horrible,” he said, as if sensing my inner turmoil. “Cocaine. That’s it.”

“That’s it? That’s still pretty bad. For five years you would have had to be caught with a ton of coke, or have some connections to some pretty bad people in the business.”

His eyebrows raised and he seemed surprised. “Yeah, not too much but I had connections.”

“Biker gang?” I asked carefully, a little nervous of his response. I had promised myself I’d never get caught up with somebody who was leading a life of crime, but if Hatch was still involved in the lifestyle it would be a tough decision to make.

He chuckled. “Is it that obvious? I guess the scruff, the tattoos and the leather jacket gave me away.”

“It’s blank though. You don’t have a club logo.”

“Not on the one I wear, but I was with the Blood Soldiers, down in California. Not anymore though, I’m out of the life.”

I relaxed and snuggled back into his arm, lay my head down on his chest again and breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t a biker anymore, he had left the gang.

I could date him. I could be his after all.