He entered her in a single vicious thrust, driving deep into her womanly core. Her quiet bark of pleasure followed by a sexy smile as he pressed in hard sent tingles through him.
“You better make me come. I want you to make me scream,” she cooed as he began to move, driving into her in long hard strokes.
He began to slam into her, driving into her as hard as he could, his excitement overtaking him. “This what you want?” he growled.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she breathed, the feel of him, his need for her, twisting her up and making her feel like she’d never felt before. “I want you to fuck me so fucking hard. Please…fuck…please fuck me!” She twisted her hands into his hair, leaning up to lick the sweat from his chest. He was a fucking god, his face twisted in arousal, his muscles rippling and bulging as he fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked before.
He was completely out of control, his reserve stripped away by Sierra’s soft begging. He tumbled to the right, the hot hard ground stinging his back but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything other than pleasing this woman and making her scream in pleasure. Not the fake scream as he’d heard so many times, but a true cry of pleasure.
Sierra scrambled after him as he pulled out of her. No way! He’s not getting off that easy! she thought as he rolled to his back and beckoned for her. She turned and draped herself across him, swinging her leg over his face and settling. His arms surrounded her hips and tugged her down tight as his tongue began to dart and probe just as she took his manhood into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped the head in a warm, wet, embrace before she plunged down, almost gagging herself, but she didn’t care. They were in a war, a war of pleasure, no quarter asked or given, and she was determined to destroy him.
Sierra was a force of nature tonight, growling, snarling and slurping his cock as she pumped her hips against his face. He could feel his orgasm forming and he knew as excited as he was he wasn’t going to be able to hold out long. With a snarl he shoved her aside, peeling her off his cock before she made him come. They wrestled briefly in the dirt, rolling over once, then again as each tried to be in the dominate position before he overpowered her. With a snarl he shoved her head down and slammed into her from behind, driving in deep as his head flung back in pleasure, holding her until she stopped struggling.
“You ready to scream, you bitch?” he sneered softly into her ear as he leaned over her back, panting from desire and exertion.
She forced her head up and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes hard in challenge. “If you think you’re man enough.”
He smiled at her, relishing the thought of taming his woman. “I’ll fucking show you I’m man enough.”
She smiled back, enjoying the thought of breaking him, of fucking him until his beautiful cock hung limp and useless. “Bring it.”
She dug in as he exploded into motion, the sandy soil hot and hard against her hands and knees, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of his cock plunging into her furiously, the sweat running off her in little trickles, dripping from her face and body onto the parched earth.
He slowed in his furious driving thrusts, stalling his orgasm and trying to catch his breath in the still oppressive heat. He was dripping sweat, the water running off him in rivulets. Sierra glowed in the full moonlight, a puddle of her own sweat in the indention at the small of her back. He leaned over her and jacked her head back with his hand, roughly kissing her jaw and under her ear. He began to thrust hard and fast again, the slickness of her sweat-soaked body against his own as they fucked the most erotic thing he could imagine.
“Yes,” she grunted as he began to pound into her again. She’d already come once as he lapped at her pussy, but she could feel another release approaching, an orgasm of epic proportions. “That’s it,” she gasped, moving with him, his rough kisses telling of his own desire. “That’s it,” she repeated. “Fuck me, goddamnit, you fuck me like you mean it.” She crushed her eyes closed as her orgasm began to surround her, burning through her, making her feel weak. “Ah, fuck! I’m going to come again. You better make me fucking come you bastard. Make me come!”
His breath came in bellows like gasps, the heat sapping his endurance, but he could sense Sierra spooling up, her breathy gasps telling of her impending climax and he was determined to give her an orgasm she would never forget. “I want to hear you scream,” he snarled. He felt a shiver pass through her and she collapsed to her elbows, but he didn’t stop pounding into her, pressing her into the dirt with his hands, fucking her has hard as he’d ever fucked a woman.
She hung in the balance, her eyes squinted tight as her face rested on her hands. She hadn’t been able to support his weight any longer and had dropped to her elbows, his hands pressed her down and forcing her breasts into the dirt. His roar as he pounded into her, the splash of his wetness inside of her, the excitement of fucking in the open under the desert moon was her undoing.
“Oh… fuck!” she cried, loving that she could give voice to how she felt without fear of attracting attention. It was just her and Colt alone in the middle of the desert. “I’m fucking coming so fucking hard!” she cried again as the main force of her orgasm rolled over her like a tidal way. And still he fucked her, roaring again into the night, flinging his head this way and that, the sweat flying from his hair landing on her like raindrops, and still he fucked her.
He was ablaze in orgasmic fire, every muscle clinched tight as his climax shredded him like no other. Never had he ever come so hard. With a final cry of completion, pain, pleasure and desire, he shoved her hard away, falling back onto his heels, unable to continue but unwilling to stop.
She fell to her side, gasping and panting as she shivered through the most intense orgasm of her life. I knew I was wound up…but Jesus Christ! She opened her eyes and could see Colt slowing rising to his knees and reaching for her. He was panting like a bull and dripping sweat, covered in smears of thin mud, so she must have given as good as she got. She was half on, half off their leathers so she rolled over as he settled beside her.
“I made you scream…bitch,” he said softly, a glimmer of a smile on his lips before he touched her lips gently with his own.
“I wasn’t the only one screaming…asshole,” she reminded him as he pulled back.
He snorted out a laugh. “No. I guess you weren’t.”
“In fact, I don’t think I was as loud, or long, as you.”
He chuckled again. “No. I don’t think you were either. Fuck, I have never come like that in my life. I hope you’re on the pill.”
She twittered out a laugh. “I am, and me neither,” she said as she snuggled in. It was still hot as hell, but she wanted to feel his closeness, and it wasn’t like she could get any sweatier. “I don’t have anything to worry about do I?”
“No. I have always been careful. Until now anyway.”
She smiled in the darkness. She wasn’t sure why, because it sure as hell wasn’t smart, but having him get so worked up that he forgot to put on a condom pleased her. And truth be told, she’d forgotten, too, thinking only of having him inside of her.
They were quiet for a time, kissing and touching softly. He knew he hadn’t been entirely honest with her about what her life was going to be like back at the clubhouse. For a while she would be protected by his influence, but eventually he was going to have to make her his old lady, and all that entailed, or she was going to have to go into the general population barracks. Once that happened, she was going to be fair game for every swinging dick in the place. She was going to have to fuck and fight, just like everyone else, and he hoped she was up for it. But that was for another day. For a while, at least, she would be safe so long as she kept her head down.
Sierra could sense Colt slipping into the aloofness that he always seemed to have after they had sex. She didn’t understand it, but she guessed it must have something to do with the club because he hadn’t been like that this morning. But that was before she’d decided to check out joining
the DVMC. She knew he didn’t like how the club was run, and she could certainly understand how having to fuck on demand, not for pleasure, but to prove yourself, would take all the fun out of it. She kissed him softly on the lips again. Of course, he’d risen to the challenge tonight, and I can’t imagine any woman being able to continue after a fucking like that.
She shivered, the desert bleeding off its heat into the night. “I’m cold,” she said as she snuggled in closer. The ground was still nice and warm, as was Colt, but it wasn’t enough to stave off the nights chill.
“Yeah…we need to go anyway. We still have over an hour’s ride ahead of us.”
She nodded and sighed as he began to disentangle himself from her. She knew they needed to go, but she didn’t want to give up the closeness she felt at the moment. She struggled to her feet and picked up her clothes, flapping her leathers to shake out the dirt. “We’re a mess.”
“It was worth it, though, wasn’t it?” he asked as he leaned in for a kiss. As she took his lips, breathing deep, he couldn’t believe it when he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. He thought he was surely done for at least a couple of hours.
“Oh yeah,” she purred and then giggled as she gave his rapidly hardening cock a stroke. “Later. Get dressed. I’m freezing.”
Chapter Fourteen
“What’s she doing here? I thought she was leaving,” Eva sneered as Colt and Sierra walked into the common room of the DVMC the next morning.
“Change of plans,” Colt said. “She wants to join up.”
“What do you mean she wants to join up?”
“Just what it sounds like.”
“So just like that we’re going to let her join?”
Colt saw Fletcher stand up and begin to approach. “Why not? She has earned a right to apply.”
“Fuck that!” Monica chimed in, shoving her way to the front. “She needs to get her ass out before I throw it out.”
Sierra felt her temper rising, but she held her tongue, just like Colt told her to.
“She has as much right to join as anyone else,” Colt countered. “I’m sponsoring her.” Fletcher coasted to a stop beside him, looking at him questioningly. Colt spared him a glance then returned his attention to Monica and Eva.
“Why? Because she lets you dip your dick in some fresh pussy?” Monica asked.
“Because she can handle herself. The job she turned us onto went off without a hitch. She got the money and got out with no problems. How many jobs have you gone on in the last year, Eva?”
“When was the last time you gave me a chance?” the woman countered.
“When was the last time you were completely straight?” Colt picked an empty beer can off the table. “Here, catch!” he said, tossing the can to her. It was an easy underhanded toss that most people could have caught easily, but Eva fumbled it badly. “That’s what I thought. So hung over or strung out you’d probably end up shooting one of us.”
“Fuck you, Colt!” Eva spat. “We’re as good as she is. Better!”
Sierra started to step forward, ready to prove this bitch wrong, but Colt placed his hand in front of her, stopping her. “Sure you are,” he said sarcastically. He walked the three steps to the can and picked it up, turning and throwing it to Sierra without warning. It wasn’t a hard throw, but it wasn’t an easy underhand toss either.
Sierra jerked her hands up to catch it but wasn’t quick enough, batted the can into the air, then caught it as it fell.
“Yep,” Colt sneered at Eva. “Just as good.”
“This isn’t right!” Monica cried out, turning to face the brothers and sisters of the club. “You know what’s going to happen to her, right? She’s going to be another pet! Another pet just like Perri, McKenzie, and Bobbi. They get all the jobs and we are left here with nothing but the scraps! Well I say fuck that shit!”
The club was clearly beginning to form into two groups, and Gunner stepped forward. “Why don’t you take her outside?” he suggested softly, giving Colt a slap on the back.
Colt glared at Gunner but decided he was probably right. He knew his crew had his back, and maybe with Sierra out of sight Gunner and the rest of his crew, along with those who typically supported them, could smooth things over with the rest of the club.
“You sure about this?” Fletcher asked as he turned to walk out. Colt opened his mouth to tell the man to go fuck himself, but Fletcher continued. “Remember what happened to Anna,” he said softly, placing a hand on Colt’s shoulder to show his support.
Colt softened, remembering the last time a woman who wasn’t in the life had come in. Gunner had sponsored Anna, and in less than a year, the woman was gone and Gunner was threatening to kill Monica. It had taken not only him, but Fletcher, too, to talk him down. He knew the risks when he’d sponsored Anna, but he thought he could protect her. He was wrong.
Colt nodded, clearly getting what Fletcher was saying. “No. But she’s a hell of a lot tougher than Anna,” he replied softly as he slapped Fletcher on the shoulder.
Fletch sucked on a tooth a moment then nodded. “Good enough.”
Colt took Sierra and steered her into the barracks area of the club, and out the back of the clubhouse.
“Not exactly the warm welcome that I was hoping for,” Sierra said as the door swung shut behind them. Even in the shadow of the building, the heat was climbing rapidly.
“About what I expected, though,” Colt sneered, giving the door a middle finger.
“I don’t know what their beef is. I haven’t done anything to them.”
“It’s the same shit every time. Everyone is so fucking afraid someone else is going to get ahead that we are constantly fighting among ourselves. Its stupid shit like this that pisses me off.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea and I should just go to—”
“Fuck that!” Colt snarled. “You can go if you want, but if you back down now you’ll never have another chance. They’ll eat you alive.”
Sierra licked her lips. The thought of all that money was a powerful lure, but she didn’t want to have to watch her back all the time either. She knew she wasn’t a fighter and she didn’t relish the idea of having the shit regularly beaten out of her. “I know. That’s why…” she began but then ground to a stop. She was tired of being pushed around, tired of people taking advantage of her. She had just as much right to be here as any of those bitches, maybe more the way Colt was talking. “You’re right. Fuck ‘em. Show me how to fight so I can take care of myself. You said Bobbi could take of herself. Do you think she can teach me?”
Colt frowned then nodded. “I guess. You would have to ask. She leaned that shit years ago, when she was a kid, and then has spent years perfecting it. You don’t have that much time.” He paused, thinking. “Let me teach you a few moves now, moves you can use to defend yourself if you have to.”
She smiled. It felt good to be taking charge of her life for the first time. “Yeah, okay. Don’t hurt me, though.”
He smiled and slipped off his colors. “Yeah, okay. But I’m not going to be fucking around. Once I show you a move, you better get it because if you don’t it’s going to hurt. Nothing will teach you how to fight faster than getting hit. You up for that?”
She felt a chill, the rush of not only excitement but impending doom as well. Colt could probably kill her, easily, with his bare hands. “Just start out slow, okay?”
He nodded. “Put your hands up,” he said, pulling his own hands up in a boxing stance and began to bounce on his toes. When she did, he stopped moving and took her hands and positioned them properly. She has a lot to learn.
Goddamnit! Sierra snarled to herself as she wiped her lip, again. He kept reaching between her blocks and slapping her face. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it stung like a bitch!
“Sierra,” Colt said in exasperation. “You have got to keep your left up! That’s why I keep getting through. Every time you throw a cross, you drop your left.” She was getting it, but it was slow going.
He’d started by teaching her how to throw a punch. He didn’t understand why men seemed to instinctively know how to throw a punch and women didn’t, but after showing her how to first jab, then cross, he’d started her working on trying to hit his hands.
She was working hard, focused and determined, listening to his advice. It was interesting how it seemed to click all at once and her jabs suddenly increased exponentially in power. Her cross soon followed, and now her fists were popping solidly into his hands.
He then started moving with her, giving her moving targets. She nearly broke his thumb once when she almost missed his hand, but they kept at it. She would never have the power in her punch that a big man would, but for a woman who, an hour ago, didn’t know how to hold her hands up, she was doing fine.
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