by Snow, Jenika
I undo my belt. Langley swallows, and I watch the movement of her throat, wanting to run my tongue there, tasting her skin. Instead, I unzip my pants, my cock falling out, turgid, hard, and ready, the shaft wet with my precum. Our gazes stay locked; I refuse to look away.
I push my pants down, stepping out of them and my socks quickly, wanting her to see me naked, to see the man she’s giving herself to.
Langley follows the movement, and she looks at my cock, her eyes dilating. She squirms slightly on the bed, and I smile as I see the way she squeezes her legs together, trying to find relief to the desire coursing through her. I kick my pants away once they fall to the ground.
“No boxers…” she mumbles, and for some reason those two words make me grin.
“I like easy access, baby,” I respond, my smile stretching even more, because she still hasn’t taken her eyes off my dick.
“I’m not sure you’re going to fit inside me, Ride,” she says so quietly I have to strain to hear her.
“I’ll fit, baby.”
“I’m not so sure,” she argues, forcing herself to look me in the face. I read the nervousness there, but it hasn’t dimmed her need—her hunger.
“You need to trust me on this, Langley. We’re going to fit together like fucking perfection.”
“I’m not sure,” she repeats.
“I am, and I’m in charge, baby. That’s all you need to know,” I assure her.
I stroke my cock, slowly, my grip tight as a bead of cum slips off the head and drips down in a lazy strand.
“Ride,” she gasps, taking me in, shifting on the bed, the dress hindering her movements. I let go of my cock to reach down, grabbing the thin material of Langley’s dress and ripping it up the middle, revealing her body to me. It’s still on her, hanging useless by the sleeves, but I don’t care, because now I see her tits, the nipples distended and begging to be sucked, the soft curves of her stomach and then lower, to the wet lips of her bare pussy begging for my touch. She’s beautiful, so fucking beautiful my balls hurt with a hunger I’ve never known before.
I step to the bed, looking down at her. My hand moves back to my cock, stroking slowly.
“On your knees, baby,” I grunt. Her hands go immediately to the strap of her heels. I reach out and stop her. “Keep those on,” I order, liking the bright red, fuck-me shoes she’s wearing. I want to feel the heels pressing into my thighs when I’m fucking her hard. I want them to mark me, just as I plan on marking her body. Her eyes go round in surprise, but she leaves them alone, going up on her knees.
“Such a good little girl,” I groan, bringing my cock closer to her lips. “Suck me, Langley. Let me feel that sweet little tongue of yours lapping at my cock.”
I move the head of my cock against her swollen lips, painting them with my cum. Jesus, I love it. Her hand comes out to wrap around my cock, just above my hold. I’m so swollen, hard, and big she can barely encircle my girth. Then, I watch, as if in slow motion, her sweet lips open, and she takes my cock inside her hot little mouth. My eyes close with pleasure as she moans, humming against my shaft, sucking me as I stretch her mouth.
Fucking heaven.
My fingers tangle into her hair, pulling it away from her face so I can watch my dick disappear. I jerk my hand, pulling it slightly and forcing her gaze back to me. She whimpers, the sound muffled, because her mouth is full of my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Look at me while you suck me.”
She slides down about halfway. I can feel my cock at the back of her throat, and she quickly retreats. My cock pops free as she drags air into her lungs.
“Ride,” she whimpers, still holding me tight, stroking me.
“You can take me. Relax your throat and breathe through your nose. You need to get me nice and wet, Langley, because I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know where I start and you begin. I’m going to fuck you so hard, come in you so deep, that you’ll taste it,” I warn her.
“I… Ride,” she says, stumbling over the words. She nervously licks her lips as she looks at me. I resist the urge to slam back into her mouth.
“Tell me, Langley,” I urge her, my voice so gruff it feels as if it vibrates in my throat.
“I’ve never…. I don’t know what I’m doing,” she replies, admitting her virginity. I suspected she was innocent, but hearing it confirmed makes me want to roar.
I’m going to own this woman. Possess her.
I’m the only one who ever will.
Chapter Twenty-One
Langley
I don’t know anything about sex, but the way Ride groaned when I had his dick in my mouth told me whatever I’d done, he’d liked it very much.
I stare up at Ride, the taste of his pre-cum still on my tongue. I wonder if he’ll have me suck him off. I can’t deny the idea turns me on.
“As much as I want some fucking foreplay, I can’t wait.” He takes a step back and grabs his dick, and I’m riveted to the sight of him stroking his hand over the length, moving his palm over the head, his big body tightening as if in pleasure and pain. “Spread your legs for me, Langley. I want to see how pink and wet that virgin cunt is for me.” His voice is a deep growl.
I go still for a minute, and I know my body has visibly tensed. I’m nervous, but I don’t deny him, because I don’t want to. I want this too, so much I can feel it move through my bloodstream.
And as I lie back and spread my legs, feeling my inner lips part, knowing how obscene it must look, the deep, pleasure-filled growl that leaves him has ecstasy skating across my body.
He likes what he sees. That gives me fuel to keep them open for him
“Damn, Langley. You’re the fucking prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” And then he’s on the bed, moving between my thighs. “And even though I’m a rough and raw type of motherfucker, baby, I know this is your first time. I’m gonna make it good for you. I’m gonna be slow and gentle.” He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. “And after that, after I’ve broken you in, I’m going to fuck you hardcore.”
Our body heat collides, and I don’t think anything has ever felt so good. Where my body is soft and giving underneath him, Ride is hard and powerful. He makes me feel like a woman, all woman. Once he settles against me, I bend my knees and brace my feet on the mattress, my heart thundering, because I know this is it. I’m giving myself to a man, to Ride, and things will forever change.
“You feel so… huge,” I gasp when I feel his dick nestle between my thighs, right between my pussy lips. I’ve never imagined anything so big. He thrusts against me, and I open my mouth on a silent cry. He has his arms braced on either side of my head, his biceps massive and blocking out my peripheral.
“How ready are you for me?” he asks, taunts almost.
“I’ve never been readier than I am right now,” I say honestly and think maybe I should keep some secrets to myself.
He growls then grins. “Yeah, your pretty virgin pussy is all wet and primed for my monster cock.”
I watch as he leans back and takes hold of his dick, moving the tip up and down my center, brushing the crown along my clit and sending shockwaves through me. I writhe for him, silently beg for more.
The sounds of him moving through my wetness echo in the room, and I can’t help but gasp again. My body feel like it’s going to explode in pleasure from this alone. I forget about everything else and just… feel, just absorb that this man is here with me, that I feel something incredible for him.
And it’s like the sky opens up and I see stars.
I can’t help but reach out and grip his biceps, my fingernails scoring his flesh. He hisses out, but the grin he gives me tells me Ride likes it.
“Fuck, you’re a little hellion, aren’t you?”
I can’t speak, can’t even respond. I’m too worked up, and not even the thought of the pain of losing my virginity can dim this moment.
I bite my lip so hard I taste blood, but Ride is there, leaning down, running his tongue along the small wound.
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“I’d rather cut off my arm than hurt you, but it’s inevitable, baby.”
I nod. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay,” I promise. And I will be.
I don’t know Ride all that well in the grand scheme of things, but as I look into his eyes, I trust him.
“We’ll go slow at first, yeah?” he tells me, while moving so he’s stretched over me, our bodies touching, our gazes locked. He moves his fingers down to my clit and slides them against the swollen bud. My body jerks, and I’m so on edge that I know I can fall over the cliff from this alone.
He slips his finger down and teases my opening. I feel my body tighten, knowing he’ll soon have something much bigger than his finger in me.
“Relax for me, baby. Don’t tense. Just feel me. I’ll make sure to take care of you.”
It takes a few seconds—but I start to soften for him, relax on the mattress, just let myself feel like he said.
And when he places the tip of his big shaft at my entrance, starts to slide in just the tiniest bit, I hold my breath.
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he says right before he slams into me.
“Ride. Oh, God,” I cry out when he rips through my virginity, claiming my hymen, marking me… ruining me for anyone else. And that pleases me to no end, I realize.
“Holy fuck,” he grits out. “So fucking tight. It’s like you’re strangling me.” He stills within me, and I feel my body clench around him. “Hold me, baby. Hold me,” he groans as he pulls out of me and sinks back in deep. He stills when he’s inside again, and I know he’s grappling with his control.
“I know it hurts, but relax and I promise it’ll feel good, baby girl.”
I nod, trusting him.
He starts a slow and easy pace in me, in and out, back and forth. He’s not rushing, not forcing anything. And as the seconds move by, I feel myself really relaxing, that discomfort dwindling until I feel the pleasure start to take root.
“Yes,” I whimper, my inner muscles involuntarily squeezing at his cock.
“So fucking tight, baby. Your pussy is like a vice around me.” He continues to pound into me. Gone is the slow and gentle. In its place is the man I’ve come to want feverishly. “I need you to come with me, need you to go over the fucking edge right along with me and suck the cum from my balls.”
I can’t help but thrash my head back and forth, trying to suck in air, trying to comprehend how I can feel so good. I wrap my legs around Ride’s lean waist, grind my pussy on him, and love that I’m the cause of the rumble that leaves his chest.
Ride reaches down and starts tweaking my nipples, pulling the tips until I’m thrusting them in his grasp, wanting more like a hungry fiend. My inner muscles tighten around his cock, pulling at the length, needing it deeper, milking him.
And my orgasm slams through me, stealing my breath, my very sanity.
He leans down and sucks a taut peak into his mouth, drawing a cry of lust from me. My orgasm is barely dimming when Ride is reaching down and moving his hand between us to seek out my clit. He pinches the engorged, throbbing nub, just as I feel another orgasm rise up in me.
“Yes,” I scream out as I tumble over the edge.
“Fuck. Yeah. Langley.
And at that moment, I know he’s come with me.
I can feel his cum fill me, as if he’s unloading, draining his balls, so I’m forced to take it all. Jet after jet of his seed fills me, and I want it all. I feel filthy and sexy, ecstasy claiming me… Ride owning me.
And when he collapses on top of me, I don’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him and just bask in everything that we’ve just shared. For the first time in my life, I feel… free, and all these emotions and feelings are exploding inside me like they are living entities.
I could cry. I could scream out that I was lucky and alive and… happy.
I was happy, and I was like that with Ride.
He said he won’t let me go. Good, because I never plan on leaving.
Epilogue One
Ride
One Year Later
I stretch back on my bike, waiting as Langley walks toward me. She’s wearing jeans, a blue T-shirt, and the leather cut I gave her that proclaims her my property.
And she is.
Every fucking delectable inch of her is my old lady. The last year has flown by. I never took much notice of happiness before, because it didn’t factor into my life. But then I realize that until Langley, I was never happy. I just existed.
She struts over to me. There’s no other way to put it. My old lady has gotten comfortable in her skin, flourished in the love we’ve found. She’s also turned into one hell of a biker chick. She handled every challenge the club candy threw her way, and she put them in their place quickly. She’s formed bonds with the other old ladies, and fuck if it hasn’t been fun watching her grow—watching her carve herself a life here.
The best part about it is she’s happy. It shows on her face, in her actions, and definitely in the way she fucks me. What my woman wants, my woman gets, and that includes my cock. I give it to her every fucking chance I get.
“Hey, baby,” she says, smiling as she makes it to my bike.
“You’re running late,” I tell her, not really minding. Langley has me by the balls, not that I would tell her that. I’d wait for her forever.
“I was held up,” she says with a careless shrug.
“Is that a fact?” I ask, shaking my head. “You realize I got shit to do, babe?”
“Yeah,” she replies with a grin. “I realize it.”
“The nursing home has visiting hours. Mama Cora will give me hell because we’re late,” I remind her of something else she already knows.
“You like it when she gives you hell,” Langley responds, and I let out a long sigh.
She’s not wrong. I like the old woman, mostly because she loves Langley, and she’s a good woman. How someone like her could give birth to a fucking loser like Einstein, I will never know. In the past year, Cora has gotten stronger and is able to do a lot of things on her own. She stays in a long-term care facility now and she’s happy. She has people around her that are her own age, and she’s become addicted to Saturday night bingo. It helps that Langley and I make sure to visit her every weekend. I might have shit to do for the club, but I like taking Langley to see Cora. Besides, Langley shows her gratitude in the best fucking ways.
“I like the way you make it up to me when Cora gives me hell,” I qualify, making her laugh. “You gonna get on my bike or are you just going to stand there all day trying to bust my balls, baby?” I ask her.
“I don’t want to bust your balls, Ride,” she purrs, sliding on behind me. She settles in, wrapping her arms around my waist, kissing my back. “Besides, I have news that will make Mama so happy she won’t fuss a bit about the time.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?” I ask her, glancing over my shoulder, wondering just what she has up her sleeve.
“I’m just going to tell her the truth.” She shrugs, letting go of me and leaning back to allow me more room so I can turn at an angle to look at her.
“What’s that? That I fucked you so hard this morning you fell back asleep?”
“Well, we could tell her that, but I was going to go with the real reason.”
“Yeah?” I ask, confused.
“That I was taking a test,” she replies with a big smile, reaching into the pocket of her cut.
“A test?” I frown, wondering just what Langley is up to now. In the year we’ve been together, she’s been taking classes at the local college. She’s working on her accounting degree and she’s good. I’ve even let her take over handling the books for the club’s garage. Still, school is out for the summer. “You didn’t tell me you were taking a class. I thought you were taking the summer off?” Not that I care. If Langley is happy, I’m good with it. “Did you pass?”
“I didn’t tell you I was taking a class, because there isn’t one I’m taking this summer,” she says, and then she pulls o
ut a slim, white stick and hands it to me. “And oh yeah, my test was completely positive.”
I take it from her, confused at first, and then slowly I feel a smile spread across my face.
“I knocked you up.”
She lets out a startled laugh. “Yeah, Ride, you did. You’re going to be a daddy.”
“Fuck,” I growl, unable to form other words as emotion swamps me. My gaze goes from the pregnancy test back to my woman. “We’re having a baby.”
“Yeah,” she says, smiling, clearly happy, her eyes glowing with it.
“I love you, Langley,” I tell her, shifting on the bike and leaning in to take her mouth.
“I love you too,” she says back, meeting my kiss.
When we break apart, I bend down so my forehead presses against hers, just drinking in the moment.
“Fuck, baby, I don’t think I know shit about being a dad.”
“You’ll be a terrific dad, Ride,” she says, her hand coming up to hold my face.
I smile, because I’m sure as hell going to give it my best.
If I look back on the past year, I never dreamed I’d be where I’m at now. It’s almost enough to make me want to go back and thank that fucker Einstein for giving me the answer to every fantasy I’ve ever had—right before I kill him again, of course.
I’ve always been a man who goes with the flow on this crazy trip of life. The past year has been a wild ride, that’s for sure, and with Langley in my life, I know it’s just going to get better and better.
The End.
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