Dark: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Emerald Saints MC)

by Sophia Gray

  Donovan closed the gap between our bodies. He scooped me up in his powerful, muscular arms and carried me over to the bed, dropping me down softly. He crawled on top of me and covered my mouth with his, sucking out my breath and shoving his tongue between my lips. He tasted like wine and tobacco and musk, and I felt a powerful wave of desire radiate through my limbs.

  “Donovan,” I moaned softly. “Please. Please take me.”

  He growled, grabbing both of my wrists with one of his hands and shoving them above my head. I wriggled in a weak attempt to free myself but it was no use; Donovan was stronger than I’d ever be. I moaned softly as he trailed his free hand down my chest and ripped my shirt right down the middle. The fabric slid off my breasts and pooled on the bed. Donovan dipped his head to my nipples and began to bite and suck at them. I felt darts of pleasure explode in my breasts and my crotch. The warm, wet feeling of his mouth compared with the bristly stubble of his blond beard stimulated my sensitive skin and I was feeling cramps of pleasure when he took his head away. It occurred to me that if he did that for long enough, I could probably come over and over again. Donovan slid his hand into my jeans and rubbed at my clit through the crotch of my panties. The sensation of amazing pleasure was immediate. I bucked and gasped as Donovan thumbed the swollen nub of flesh. Just as I felt myself about to explode, he pulled away and gazed at me. I lay on the bed, wriggling and moaning, desperate for more of his touch, more of him. All of him.

  “Come here,” Donovan said. He beckoned me with a finger and I saw he was walking backwards towards the bathroom. “There’s something I want to do.”

  On shaking legs, I got up and walked over towards him. My whole body felt like jelly and my breasts swung in the air-conditioned, dark air of the motel room. The room was quiet all around us and I shivered as Donovan grabbed me by the hair and dragged me the rest of the way into the bathroom. As he pinned me against the sink, I moaned. He had me bent at the waist and stared at our reflection. He ground his crotch against my ass and chuckled.

  “We look good together, baby,” Donovan said with a smirk. “Don’t you agree?”

  I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a slight whimper. He reached around and fondled my breasts in his rough hands. The feel of his callouses against my tender skin made me shriek and gasp and Donovan rubbed his thumbs in circles over my nipples. It felt so good that, before I knew it, I was arching my back and grinding my ass against his hard erection.

  Donovan yanked down my jeans without unfastening them. He nudged my leg to get me to step out of them, and then tugged his own pants down. When he pressed his cock against me again, we were only separated by the thin material of my panties. The crotch was soaked and he grabbed the back of the fabric and tugged it between the cheeks of my ass, miming a thong. The pressure against my clit was intense and I howled and blushed as he pulled the wet fabric on my skin. The friction was almost enough to make me come, and I closed my eyes and ground my ass against Donovan’s crotch as hard as I could.

  Without warning, he ripped the fabric of my panties and tossed the ruined garment to the ground. He grabbed a firm hold of my hips and nudged his cock between my legs. I could feel the juices from my pussy running down the insides of my thighs and I moaned as the tip of his cock slid inside my pussy. Groaning, I moved my hips and tried to take as much of him as I could. Donovan grunted and tangled a hand in my hair, slamming against me. When his cock was all the way inside, he stopped for a moment. For a second, we were suspended in eternity, hooked together, locked as one being.

  Then, he began to thrust. At first, he moved slowly and surely. I looked in the mirror and watched the beautiful tattooed hunk fuck me from behind. When he caught me watching, he grinned and lifted an arm in the air, making his biceps bulge. It was a silly gesture but it just turned me on even more to see Donovan’s strength. He didn’t even have to show off, but it was enough to make him look sexy even though he was being a goofball.

  As Donovan thrust, I felt my body swaying back and forth. Donovan had pulled me up on my tiptoes so I was straining my leg muscles and arching my back. Every time he slammed inside, I felt a burst of pleasure rocketing through my veins. Donovan moaned and yanked my head back so I was forced to look at him slamming into me. The sight of him sweating and closing his eyes and groaning was the biggest turn-on I’d ever seen. It was even more powerful than my fantasies about sucking his cock and bringing him to his knees. Knowing someone like me could put someone like Donovan in such a world of pleasure made me feel like a bona fide sex goddess. I felt a burst of confidence and I closed my eyes and moaned loudly, grinding my hips against Donovan’s for emphasis. Donovan slipped a hand around my waist and started to rub my clit in time with his thrusts, and, before long, I was coming harder than ever.

  “Donovan!” I screamed loudly as sweat dripped off his forehead and landed in cool drops on my back. “Donovan! I’m coming for you!”

  “I’m gonna come, babe.” He snarled and dug his fingers into my hips so viciously that I knew I’d have bruises in the morning. As his cock pulsed and spasmed inside the depths of my pussy, I felt his cum gush inside of me.

  We stayed locked together like that for a moment, until Donovan pulled himself away and wiped the sweat off his brow with one hand. He grinned at me before reaching down and scooping me up. Donovan tossed me over his shoulder and carried me back towards the bed. My heart was pounding against my chest and I felt my skin sticky with sweat, but there was nothing more I wanted than to curl up with him.

  As he tucked me under the sheets, Donovan wiped my damp brown hair away from my brow. “You’re so sexy,” he whispered softly, leaning in to kiss me.

  The kiss deepened and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in close. I slipped my tongue between his rough lips and caressed his tongue with mine. Donovan groaned softly. He slipped into bed with me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his sweaty body. I groaned as he slid his hands down my bare back, trailing his nails on my skin. The sensation was both pleasurable and ticklish and I wriggled against his body. His bare chest rubbed my nipples and caused them to stiffen and stand on end. I groaned softly. I was completely overstimulated, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted him more than ever. As he pulled me closer, I shivered and wrapped my legs around his big waist. Donovan’s soft cock was hardening between my legs and I felt it poking at the meeting of my labia. Shivering, I shoved my pelvis against him until he entered me. I was still wet from before and Donovan grabbed a hold of my ass and hauled me all the way onto his cock until we were fucking on our sides. With a grunt, he grabbed my arm and tugged me on top of his chest.

  “Ride me, Anna,” Donovan grunted. He grinned at me, showing his perfect white teeth. “I need to feel you fuck me until you come.”

  Nodding slowly, I began to roll my hips on Donovan’s cock. Every time I undulated my body, spirals of pleasure started in my lower belly and continued all the way up to my chest. Donovan reached up and lazily toyed with my nipples as I slowly humped him, making me squeal and cry out with pleasure. I loved the little bursts of physical pain that I got during sex with him; they seemed to make the pleasure feel all the better.

  Donovan closed his eyes and arched his back. I watched the cords pop out of his thick neck and shivered—compared to him, I felt like a rag doll. He rolled his hips to meet mine and groaned when the tip of his cock rammed against my cervix.

  I let out a long, low moan as pleasure filled my body. Even though I’d come powerfully a few minutes ago, I could already feel the tension coming back to my lower belly. As I rode Donovan, my clit rubbed against his muscular lower belly and I felt my second orgasm build and build. He dragged his nails down my bare chest and I shrieked. The shock of the pleasure was enough to make me cry out and I threw my head back and let out a long gasp. Orgasm shook my body until I felt tears in my eyes.

  Without any warning, he grabbed my arms and rolled me over until I was on back. He stayed inside of me the who
le time, and pulled my ankles up and hooked them over his shoulders, thrusting in deeper than ever. I felt like he was going to rip me in two but it was pleasurable, and the waves of my orgasm were still cascading through my body. Donovan leaned down and suckled my earlobe until I whimpered and moaned, shifting my body underneath his. He started slamming into me as hard as ever until I felt his hips buck and shake with the force of his own orgasm. He howled and buried his hot, sweaty face in my neck. As he came, the bed shook with the force of our bodies.

  “You’re wild,” Donovan said. He flopped over on his back and fanned his face, miming exhaustion. “I haven’t ridden like that since I rented a horse at the Grand Canyon.”

  I laughed out loud. “You’re ridiculous,” I told him. “I’m a lot more fun than a horse,” I added with a coy smile.

  Donovan smirked. “You are,” he agreed.

  The moment turned more intense and I felt the smile slowly fading from my face. For a few seconds, I forgot about our surroundings. I forgot we were in a sleazy motel that probably hadn’t had a good washing in a few years. I forgot we were off the coastal highway, miles from Dos Palmos. I forgot about everything except for the fact that we were together.

  I must have dozed off because the next time I looked at Donovan, it was fully dark outside. Moonlight was streaming in through the window, and he was sitting on the bed staring at me. I jolted awake and blinked. My crotch was throbbing—I wondered if I’d been dreaming about fucking Donovan again.

  “You’re gorgeous when you sleep,” Donovan said. A hint of a smile played on his broad pale lips. “I like watching you.”

  I blushed. “You made me a little tired,” I said honestly. “How are you feeling?”

  “I think I’m gonna take a shower,” Donovan said. He stood up and stretched. I watched as his naked, sculpted body walked across the room and into the bathroom. The bathroom was even dingier than the bedroom, but Donovan’s reflection looked amazing. He even looked good in the shitty fluorescent lighting. When I looked down at my own skin, I frowned. It was like I had jaundice.

  I heard the water come on with a hot gush. Donovan groaned and I heard him step into the shower and yank the flimsy curtain along the rod. As the water pressure evened out, I heard him start to sing. I giggled. Donovan McNally did not seem like the kind of guy who would sing in the shower.

  Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I felt a grin work its way onto my face and I slipped out of bed and padded into the bathroom. Donovan hadn’t heard me come in—he was still singing—and the shower curtain was opaque. I yanked the shower curtain back and grinned at him.

  He turned around. His body was wet and soapy and my mouth went dry when I saw the outline of his chiseled abs covered in suds. My heart started pounding faster against the walls of my chest and I tried not to blush as Donovan raised an eyebrow. I’d meant to surprise him, but seeing him naked and soapy had caught me off guard.

  Donovan grinned. “Wanna hop in? The water’s good.”

  I giggled and stepped into the tub. Donovan was so big that he took up most of the cheap motel shower, but the warm water felt good against my tired, sticky skin. We traded places and Donovan soaped my hair under the spray of hot water. I moaned as water dripped down my back and between the cheeks of my ass. Between my legs, I was still a sticky mess. As Donovan shampooed my hair with one hand, he slipped the other between my legs and began to flick at my clit with his fingers. I felt so sore that it almost hurt, but the pleasure returned in the blink of an eye and I moaned and bucked against his hand.

  He grinned and increased the speed of his ministrations to my sensitive clit. I jerked my hips and Donovan pulled his hand away. He wrapped it around my waist and pulled me close, out of the spray of the water. Before I knew it, Donovan had picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me against the cold tile wall and I felt a chill through my whole body. The cool chill of the tile felt amazing, especially next to the contrast of the hot water and his warm, rough skin. As he shoved his hips against mine, I felt his cock was already fully erect. He slipped it between the folds of my labia and gently entered my pussy. I’d tightened up and he felt so amazing I couldn’t help but cry out.

  “Hold on,” Donovan said.

  I clung on tighter and pulled my torso against his. He began to fuck me against the wall, thrusting and pounding. I moaned as his cock slipped in and out of my body. Pleasure exploded in my lower belly; every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. As Donovan fucked me in the hot spray of the shower, I felt the pain from earlier begin to melt into a warm, soothing, exciting pleasure. I tingled and gasped as he thrust his hips hard against me, shoving his cock even deeper in than ever before. The muscles in my legs were burning with the effort of staying pressed close against him, but it was more than worth it—every time his body shifted, his pubic bone rubbed against my swollen, sore clit. He had teased and tormented my poor clit, but I just wanted more. He was like a drug I was addicted to, or a food I couldn’t get enough of. I understood how people had cravings for each other, but this was more intense than I’d ever thought possible. Donovan’s big hands slid down and cupped the cheeks of my ass. I blushed as I felt his thumb brush over my asshole, making the tender flesh pucker. It felt good, naughty, dirtier than it should have, but good.

  I shivered and blushed as Donovan opened his eyes and stared into my face. His thrusts grew more intense and I felt every muscle in his body tense with the effort of holding me and fucking me against the wall. My whole body was shaking from clinging to him and as Donovan arched his back, I felt my orgasm hit me in a powerful wave.

  Seconds later, he was groaning and shouting loudly. I felt his cock pulse and gush inside of me, and I savored the feel of his cum coating my insides. I loved that he had marked his territory, I loved feeling like I was his.

  Donovan finished washing my hair and then gently washed my body. I turned around so he could scrub my back and he lightly massaged my shoulder blades as he rubbed the soap all over my skin. When he was down, I spun my finger in the air, gesturing for him to turn around. He obliged and I returned the favor, loving the feel of his strong body under my tiny little fingers.

  By the time we were done in the shower, I felt both refreshed and exhausted. Donovan gently toweled me off, then carried me back to the bed and set me down. Even though it was only a cheap motel bed with scratchy sheets and a lumpy mattress, it still felt amazing. I closed my eyes and sank into the pillows. Donovan snuggled up behind me and wrapped the blankets around us. His body radiated warmth like a heating pad and I was soon falling asleep.

  “Anna,” Donovan whispered teasingly in my ear.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw rough sunlight streaming in through the windows. I hadn’t even remembered falling asleep, and I was still exhausted, but Donovan waking me up was incredibly arousing. He smelled like man and I wanted to bury myself in his scent. Even his armpits smelled good; I loved the odor of his sweat. It was raw and primal and seemed to underscore the way I felt about him in general. “Why did you wake me up?” I yawned. “I’m exhausted. What time is it?”

  “Early,” Donovan said with a smirk. “I want you to touch yourself for me.” He pulled the sheet off my naked body and I felt goose bumps break out all over my skin. “Do you think you can do that?”

  I blinked. “Let me sleep,” I whined. “I’m tired!”

  Donovan trailed his fingers down my bare belly and slipped them between my legs. I could feel that I was sticky and wet and I shivered as his fingers grazed my clit. It swelled and poked out from its hood as Donovan stroked me rhythmically. Just as I was starting to really get into it and wiggle my hips, Donovan stopped.

  My eyes flew open. “Why did you stop?” I whined. “That felt amazing!”

  “Because I want to watch you,” Donovan growled. He pushed me a few feet away and I scrambled into a sitting position.

  I was both exhausted and extremely horny, and Donovan knew how to push all of my buttons. I
didn’t even think about what I was doing as I slipped into a sitting position and spread my legs a little bit.

  Donovan looked at my crotch. “More, wider,” he said, waving his hand in the air. “I want to see your pussy spread for me, little girl.”

  I blushed and bit my lip. Suddenly, he was back to being my commanding Daddy. Obligingly, I spread my legs and slipped my fingers down my smooth belly. When my finger made contact with my clit, I jumped. It felt incredibly intense and I began to work my fingers against my pussy. A moan softly escaped from my lips and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I continued to work at my pussy. Donovan growled in appreciation and I felt the pleasurable sensation swell and swell.

  “Slower,” Donovan commanded in a low voice. “I want to see you gushing.”

  I trembled as I slowed my pace. My clit was throbbing and I was dying to finish myself off but I wanted to oblige Donovan. As I rubbed slow, torturous circles around my soaked clit, I felt a trickle of moisture leak out of my pussy. The feeling was incredibly erotic and I shivered as my nipples stiffened. Donovan was looking at me with an intense look of lust and finally, the orgasm hit me like a rig. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, rubbing my clit frantically as the spasms took ahold of my body.