CONVICT’S BABY_Black Dogs MC

by Zoey Parker

Reaching across the seat, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in close. Her lips against mine felt like two silk petals, and I moaned as she slid her tongue into my mouth. Katia’s hands on my lap felt as hot as molten lava, and as she brushed her fingers against my cock, I shivered and groaned.

  “God,” Katia moaned out softly. “Take me, Dante.”

  I didn’t need to be asked twice.

  As smoothly as I could, I tumbled into the back seat of the Camaro and pulled Katia with me. She landed on top of me with a soft groan, and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. As we kissed, I pushed my muscular thigh between Katia’s legs against her crotch. I could feel the hot pulse of her pussy through the skintight material of her jeans, and for a moment, I thought I was going to cream my boxers.

  Katia flattened her body against mine. Her trim tummy and full breasts pushed against my chest, making me feel like a real man. I was filled with the urge to tear her apart, to rip her clothes off, to make her so satisfied that she’d never want another cock for the rest of her life.

  “Dante.” Katia moaned. I shivered. The way she said my name was enough to send a powerful bolt of lust running through my body. I shifted my body, putting one hand on her waist and the other on her hip. Pushing Katia underneath me, I crawled on top of her as best I could. The Camaro’s back seat was small and snug, but we fit perfectly, almost like it had been designed for this steamy moment.

  As Katia pressed her lips to mine and ran her tongue along my lower lip, I groaned with desire. She ground her hips against me, spreading her legs and wrapping them around my waist until I was locked against her crotch.

  Nudging Katia’s head up and to the side, I nibbled my way down her neck, kissing and licking her tender, tan skin. She tasted like vanilla and Tom Ford Black Orchid. My cock was throbbing in my jeans by the time my face was buried in her breasts. The white sweater was made of soft wool material, but it was skimpy enough where I could see the swell of her breasts rising and falling in a black satin bra.

  I slipped my hand under Katia’s sweater and moved to tug it over her head. She didn’t resist; she even craned her neck up to help me. When she was laying underneath me in just a bra and jeans, I stared at her.

  “You’re so fuckin’ hot,” I murmured into her cleavage as I buried my face between her perfect tits. They were all natural, too. Katia moaned as I pulled one breast free of the bra cup and flicked my tongue over her nipple. It was as hard as a little pebble in my mouth, and I nipped at her areola with my teeth as Katia arched her back and pushed more of her breast into my mouth.

  Running my hand down her body, I slid my fingers between her thighs and rubbed the crotch of her jeans. The cries emanating from Katia were hoarse, wild, like she’d never been touched like this before. I grinned as I increased the friction between her body and mine. I wanted to please her until she was screaming, until she was so wet that I could smell her pussy from a mile away.

  Katia shifted her body under mine. She released her legs from my waist and moaned softly as I slid my hand between the waistband of her jeans and her perfectly toned stomach. My fingers touched filmy lace, and my cock throbbed in my jeans.

  “I’m so wet, Dante,” Katia said seductively in my ear. She shifted to the side and pulled me with her until we were laying side by side, tangled up in the back of the Camaro. She grinned at me and reached behind her body, unsnapping her bra and pulling it away from her breasts.

  I couldn’t help but gape when I saw her shirtless for the first time. Her perfect rounded breasts were tan and capped with pink nipples that begged to be sucked and licked. Groaning, I buried my face in her tits and took one of her perfect nipples between my thumb and index finger. Katia let out an unbridled cry of pleasure as I rolled the erect nipple in my fingers. She arched her back and shoved her body close to mine.

  Just as I was about to reach between our bodies and slip my hand into her jeans once more, Katia slipped her hands under my shirt. They were hot and soft, and just the sensation of her hands on my bare skin was enough to drive my lust to new heights.

  Katia tugged my shirt over my head and pressed her bare tits against me. I groaned as she dragged her fingernails lightly down my back. She wasn’t touching me hard enough to leave a mark, but I imagined fire bursting up in the wake of her nails. As she touched the small of my back, I groaned and shoved my hips forward. Inside my pants, my cock was on fire. I wanted her to touch me. Hell, I needed her to touch me.

  “God, Katia,” I groaned out in a low voice. “Touch my cock. Please, touch me.”

  Katia gave me a mischievous smirk and kissed me again. I tasted our shared saliva on her lower lip as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, she twined one hand in my hair and gently tugged my scalp until I was groaning with desire. Katia nibbled and sucked on my lower lip until I was gasping. The lust filling my body was more addictive, more powerful than any drug I’d ever taken. As she pulled away, she trailed her hands down my body and fumbled with the snap on my jeans.

  Eagerly, I wriggled my hips, and she tugged the material down to my hips. My cock sprang free, and Katia wrapped her hand around the shaft. Katia stared into my eyes as she slowly stroked me. She didn’t blink. Her blue eyes focused intently on me, and she licked her lips as she slowly moved her hand up and down my erect cock. It was too much; I couldn’t stand it. I knew that if she kept touching me, I was going to explode.

  Finally, I pushed her away and crawled back on top of her. Katia’s jeans were so tight that I had a hard time unsnapping the button and pulling them down her golden-tan hips. When I saw that she was only wearing a flimsy lace thong underneath, I shuddered. Desire was flooding my body, making me feel crazed with lust. The Camaro was filled with the musky, sweet scent of Katia’s arousal as I tossed her jeans to the side.

  Spreading Katia’s thighs, I crawled between her legs and nuzzled her pussy through the thin fabric. She moaned and dug her fingers into my hair, pulling until my scalp felt painfully tight. Her thighs were soft and smooth as they brushed against the sides of my head, steadying my face right above her fragrant pussy.

  As I closed my eyes and inhaled the most delicious scent that I’d ever smelled, my body prickled with lust. Katia was so wet that the material of her panties was translucent. I could see a small patch of blonde hair covering her pink labia, and as I slipped two fingers inside the waistband of her panties, she moaned loudly and arched her back, pressing her soaked cunt against my mouth.

  I groaned loudly as I began to suck Katia through the damp material. She went crazy; immediately she was bucking and thrashing around. I grinned to myself because I knew that I was pleasing her. As I slid one finger inside her wet womanhood, I spread her labia apart with my other hand and sucked the hard, little nub of her clit through the filmy thong.

  Katia buried her hands in my hair and tugged, pressing my face even closer to her body. My senses were on fire, tingling and burning with the excitement of lust pumping through my veins. The sweet taste of Katia’s pussy was overwhelming as I sucked greedily on her clit until she cried out in pleasure and bucked her hips.

  Getting to my knees, I knew I had to take her right then and here. I spread Katia’s legs and pushed the crotch of her panties to the side. In my hand, my cock felt hot and stiff, like it had a mind of its own. I leaned close, pressing the head of my erection against her.

  “Are you ready?” I asked Katia in a low voice. Her blue eyes were locked on mine, and I shuddered as she gave the slightest of nods.

  “Take me.” Katia moaned softly. She closed her eyes and pushed her hips closer to my body, burying my cock inside of her.

  As I slid into her soaked pussy, I knew exactly what heaven felt like. It was hot and soft and smelled exactly like Katia’s sweet blend of musk and designer perfume. I closed my eyes and groaned, steadying myself with a hand on Katia’s hip as I fucked her.

  “Oh my God,” Katia groaned out. With each thrust, I could feel her muscles t
ightening around my cock.

  As I went harder and deeper, she threw her head back and wriggled her body against mine. Her tits bounced as I slammed into her, again and again. I stared at her exquisite body until I felt as though I would erupt. I closed my eyes, arching my back until my head grazed the ceiling of the Camaro basking in the sensation of her intoxicating body.

  “Dante!” Katia cried out. The way she said my name made me open my eyes. When I looked down, I saw that her face was pained and fearful.

  “What’s wrong?” Reaching down, I cradled her head in one hand. “Katia? What’s wrong?”

  “I hear something. Stop! Do you hear that?”

  For a second, the only sound I could hear was the pounding of my own heart inside my body. I pulled out of Katia and pulled my boxers back up my legs. With my heart pounding, I sat up and looked out the back windshield of the Camaro.

  “Fuck!” I muttered. “There’s a fucking cop!”

  A cop car was parked not thirty feet behind the Camaro. A middle-aged, grizzled police officer was walking towards the car with a smug grin on his face. A protective urge shot through me, and I grabbed my shirt and tossed it over Katia’s naked body.

  “Put this on,” I barked out. As quickly as I could, I struggled to find my jeans and pull them on. Just as the cop rapped his fist on the window, I scrambled back into the front seat and rolled the window down.

  “What’s the problem here?” The cop leaned into the Camaro. He grinned like an old pervert, and I had to resist the urge to punch him right in the jaw. “Somethin’ going on, son?”

  “There’s no problem,” I replied as steadily as I could. The blood was pounding in my ears, and in the back of my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about the sounds of pleasure that had been coming from Katia only seconds before.

  “Oh yeah? Why’d you stop out here?” The cop tapped the brim of his hat. “This ain’t a good area for stoppin’, son.”

  I sighed. “I know. My girlfriend—she wasn’t feeling well. We’re going now.” I stuck the key in the ignition. “You got a problem with that?”

  The cop leaned closer to the car, a grin stretching his face. Rage coursed through my body, and I wanted to climb out of the car and beat the shit out of him. I knew that he was ogling Katia through the back window of the Camaro.

  “All right, you can go,” the cop drawled. “But don’t let me catch you out here again.”

  # # #

  On the ride back into L.A., Katia stayed silent. I was quiet, too. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. This wasn’t like me; even though I was wild, I was usually careful to a fault when it came to illegal activity. The brush with the cop had left me shaken. Why the hell was I being so stupid, anyway?

  I knew that just one arrest would ruin everything for me and the rest of Heaven’s Veil. Just because Katia was the hottest woman I’d ever seen didn’t mean that I should go around breaking laws with her. After all, if I were to get arrested, the cops would do a lot of digging. They’d find out all about the illegal arms trade and probably the drugs. That would mean the rest of my life, or at least a sizeable portion, would be spent behind bars.

  And there was just no way I could do that to my guys.

  “What’s wrong?” Katia turned to me, shielding her eyes from the sun. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded. I wasn’t about to tell her what I was thinking. She’d already called me a criminal once, and though I’d acted offended, I couldn’t bear to have her know the truth.

  I stared at her. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said and winked. “I hate being interrupted.”

  Katia flushed. I could still smell the scent of her arousal hanging in the Camaro, even with the windows down and the breeze whipping through my hair. I wanted her more than I’d wanted any woman in my entire life. It was like she had some kind of hold on me that was more powerful than anything I’d ever known. Her pussy was like a magnet.

  A magnet for trouble , I found myself thinking as I pulled onto the freeway and changed the car into a higher gear. And you gotta stay away from that pussy if you wanna get this job done nice and clean .

  Still, I couldn’t get the taste of her out of my mouth.

  I just have to fuck her once, and then I won’t care, I decided. Katia was staring out of the window, her blonde hair falling gracefully over one shoulder. Just one fuck , I thought as I stared at the perfect curve of her tits under that ivory sweater, and then she won’t mean a damn thing to me. I just gotta get her out of my system. That’s all.

  Little did I know how difficult that would really be.

  Chapter Ten

  Katia

  The next day, sitting in my condo I still couldn’t believe that I’d come so close to an orgasm with Dante in the car. It had happened all too quickly. I’d been so close when I’d heard the cop approaching. I still blushed to think about it. I hadn’t even been embarrassed! I’d just been angry that I hadn’t been able to come first.

  It was enough to make me hang my head in shame. I knew exactly what Anya would say, if she knew: “Katia, you can’t keep acting that way! You’re being so risky! Think of your fans!”

  I cringed and blushed as I thought about the girls back at the Children’s Hospital reading about me, Katia Reynolds, their hero in the Los Angeles Times . I could just see the headline now: Beauty Queen Caught With Ex-Con!

  I shuddered. Still, as much as I wanted to put Dante out of my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was everything I wanted, at least, in a sex partner. I hadn’t wrapped my mind around anything else appealing. Dante was crude and loud. He didn’t have good manners, and more than once I’d caught him eating a whole pizza at once. Besides, he rarely washed his hair, and it was always standing up in dirty little cowlicks.

  But you think he’s sexy , a small voice piped from the back of my mind, and you even like the way he smokes!

  I wrinkled my nose. Dante wasn’t like any of the other guys I’d ever met. Most of them were too interested in handling me with kid gloves. I was used to going out with guys who gave me diamonds on the second date. Guys who always ordered for me (usually a salad), guys who held open doors, guys who’d never be caught dead staring at my ass.

  Guys who wouldn’t ever thrill me as much as Dante had managed to thrill me in the back seat of a Camaro. I blushed thinking about the way he’d pulled off my jeans, then buried his face in my panties and sucked my clit as though it were lifeblood. It had been a passionate encounter unlike any other that I’d ever had, and it had barely lasted ten minutes!

  I wasn’t used to dealing with men like Dante. Not at all. The metrosexual guys I’d always dated had maybe had a rough side to them. I wasn’t an idiot; I knew what men did at bachelor parties. But that wasn’t ever a side that they’d let me see. It was frustrating, being such a “good girl” and having to deal with all of the unfortunate consequences.

  My phone buzzed in my lap, startling me out of my daze. When I saw that it was Anya calling, I felt both relieved and kind of empty.

  “Hey Anya,” I chirped out. “How’re you?”

  “Wow, Katia, you’re in a good mood. How are you?”

  I frowned. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her about Dante, at least, not until this whole thing was over.

  “Ouch,” I said playfully. “Am I always such a bitch to deal with?”

  Anya chuckled, but I had a feeling her laughter wasn’t entirely humorous. “No comment,” she said breezily. “Look, I’ve got some stuff to drop off at the house. The hospital sent you another gift basket. Do you want to keep it or should I donate? Also, we’ve got all these books you need to sign. Remember that giveaway?”

  My hand cramped at the mere thought. “I do,” I said mournfully.

  Last month, I’d offered a collection of one hundred of my coffee table style books as prizes for a local raffle. Anya had suggested sweetening the deal by signing each of them, and I’d reluctantly agreed. But now that the thought of the task was at hand, there was n
othing I felt like doing less. Especially not with hot, hunky Dante patrolling my home.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Just bring them over. I don’t need the basket so you can donate it.” I paused. “Actually, yeah, bring it over. I’ll give it to Dante.”

  “Dante?” Anya laughed. “The guy you wanted to sleep in the yard? He’s making an impression, I take it.”

  “I guess,” I lied.

  “It’s not like you’re gonna have to deal with him for much longer anyway. I haven’t heard anything from the stalker, and the LAPD called earlier. They think they’re close to tracking someone down.”

  Her news should have filled me with joy, but instead, my heart sank. My mouth tasted of ash, and I felt the corners of my lips dip into a frown.

  “Katia? Are you still there?”

  “Yeah,” I mumbled. “I’m here. What?”

  “Just that we’ll need to finalize our payment to Dante soon,” Anya said. She was breezing right on as if he didn’t mean something to me. I frowned at the thought.