The Biker’s Virgin

by Michelle Valentine

  Chloe opens the door and then flips the latch on the seat, making room for me to hop in the backseat. I take a step toward the car, but the sound of a motorcycle roaring in our direction stops me dead in my tracks.

  The beautiful, bad-ass biker from the club pulls up behind Greg’s shiny red sports car and stares at me. My heart thunders in my chest as I think about his dirty promise to make me cum and, instantly, I’m turned on. I want to know what being with a man is like. I want to experience sex, because God knows Chloe makes it sound like it’s the best thing on the planet and I’m totally missing out.

  I bite my lip as I consider hopping on the back of his bike. The smart thing to do would be to get into the car and ride away, but for the first time in my life, I don’t want to do the right thing. I want to be bad. I want to feel wanted. More importantly, I want this man to screw me seven ways ‘til Sunday.

  I take a step toward the bike, and Chloe says something behind me that sounds like, “Go get ‘em, tiger!”

  My feet carry me toward him, feeling determined, and I throw my leg over the bike. My arms wrap around his toned body as I push my boobs against his back and hold on for dear life as we go streaking down the street like a blur.

  Chapter Two

  Cade

  It’s risky bringing her to my place, but it’s the best I can do right now.

  No one told me the prez of Satan’s Disciples’ daughter was a hot piece of ass. When I was given orders to snatch the girl to hold for ransom, I was expecting a timid eighteen-year-old-soon-to-be college girl. I wasn’t prepared to be tempted to fuck her when I laid eyes on her at the bar tonight.

  I open the door and usher her inside. She hasn’t spoken a word to me since she hopped on the back of my bike, which is fine, because talking is overrated.

  I turn the lock to the front door, and she shivers as I stare at her with lust-filled eyes. The confidence she sported at the bar falters a bit, but I suspect that’s to be expected because of her age. I’m not some high-school fucker she typically toys with. We’re here to fuck, and she knows it.

  She licks her lips nervously. “Can I use your bathroom?”

  I tip my head towards my bedroom door. “Use the private bath in there. I’ll get us some drinks.”

  She nods and then slinks into my bedroom, and I head toward the fridge to grab us a couple beers. Fucking her should be the last thing on my mind, and I’ll probably go to hell for this considering she’s nearly ten years younger than me, but fuck if I don’t care. She wants me, that much was clear back at the bar, and I plan to give it to her.

  I head into my bedroom, and I’m pleasantly surprised when I find her on my bed wearing one of my T-shirts.

  I adjust my semi-hard cock in my jeans as my eyes drink in all her smooth, young skin on display.

  Fuck me.

  She rolls from her back and onto her side, wrapping her leg around the comforter. The T-shirt she’s wearing rides up, giving me the perfect view of her tight little ass and her bare stomach. A soft moan emits from her as she adjusts her head on her pillow. Long blonde curls trail across her pillow, begging me to fist them while I ride her hard.

  I’m not a man who denies himself anything. When I want something, I take it. No matter who it belongs to or what it costs.

  Laying a finger on this woman could very well cost me my life, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. The temptation to claim her for my own is far too strong for me to ignore.

  The feel of her soft skin beneath my calloused hand as I slide it up her leg causes my dick to stand at full attention. The bastard is pulsating inside my jeans and it craves either her mouth or pussy wrapped around it.

  When I reach her hip and hook my index finger around lacy panties she’s wearing, her eyes widen.

  Her eyes drift down to my fingers that are still on her hip, but she doesn’t make any movements to pull away from me. Instead, she nibbles on her bottom lip. She likes my touch, which makes me so damn hard a little cum leaks out of the head of my cock.

  I tug on her white lace panties and she lifts her hips, allowing me to drag them down her thighs. Once they’re in my hand, I bring them to my nose, loving how sweet her cunt smells before I stuff them into my pocket.

  She turns so she’s positioned on her back, and her knees drift apart, putting her pussy on display for me.

  I nod to her shirt, wanting to see all of her. “Show me your tits.”

  Again, she does exactly as I order, and raises the white T-shirt up, revealing her perky tits and rock hard nipples.

  I reach between her legs, and slide a finger between her swollen lips to find her hard clit. She rolls her hips, rubbing her nub against me and I’m surprised to find she’s sopping wet. “You’re a horny little slut aren’t you?”

  She nods.

  My lips quirk into a small grin as I pull my hand away from her cunt and suck her juices off my finger. She tastes even better than she smells. I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted to sink my cock into a pussy this much.

  There’s no sense in trying to fight it. I’m taking her. She’s got me too worked up not to.

  Stealing her like I originally planned doesn’t seem to be working out.

  This job was supposed to be quick, but now I plan on making it last all night long.

  When I turn around, I find she’s removed her shirt completely and wiggling on the bed. She’s primed and ready to be fucked thoroughly. She’s practically begging for it.

  This is a nice fucking surprise.

  Her eyes trail down my body and then find their way back up to my face. “Shouldn’t you be naked too?”

  Her smoky voice lures me in, and I instantly peel off my riding vest and drop it to the floor before reaching behind me to drag my T-shirt over my head. I kick off my boots and then crawl onto the foot of my bed like the predator I am.

  I hook her knees over my shoulders and stare up at her while I spread her pussy lips and tongue her clit. She writhes beneath me and I find my hips grinding against the bed, attempting to find some relief for my throbbing cock.

  She tastes too damn good and I can tell she wants my dick just as much as I want to give it to her. Her fingers knot into my hair as she pants and thrusts her pussy against my mouth. I oblige and suck her clit into my mouth, causing her body to spasm. She cums hard and her sticky cum covers my faces. I lick my lips and then push myself up onto my knees.

  My turn.

  I unbutton and then unzip my pants before shoving them down to my knees. I take my big dick in my hand and stroke it. I rub my thumb over the head of my cock, feeling it slide over the cum that’s leaked out. I stare down at her big tits as I jerk off. I’m going to blow my load all over her creamy stomach if I don’t sink my cock into her soon and I don’t want to do that. When I cum, it will be inside her.

  She reaches between her legs while she watches me and rubs her clit. Her mouth drops open and I allow myself to enjoy the sight of her getting off while watching me, but I don’t want to give her any control.

  I grab her wrist, pulling her hand away from her body. “You’ll cum when I allow it. It’s time to get me off.”

  I tug on my aching balls, and when I do a little cum oozes out. I swipe it off with my thumb then wet her lips with my seed; she licks her lips like it’s the most delicious things she’s ever had.

  This girl is every fantasy I’ve ever had rolled into one. She’s got a sweet face of an angel but is horny as fuck. When I slip inside her cunt, I know I won’t last long. I’ve been too damn hard for too long.

  I hover over her and my cock presses against her wetness, causing her to throw her head back and moan.

  Damn I’m not even inside her yet and I’m ready to cum like a horny teenage boy. I rock my hips, coating myself in her juices getting her primed and ready for me.

  I stare into her eyes, wanting her to watch me as I plunge balls deep inside her. In one quick thrust I’m buried inside her and she tenses up the second my cock rips through he
r barrier. A little squeak of pain escapes her and my body stills.

  My eyes harden. “You’re a fucking virgin? How is that possible when you were acting like a horny club slut? Virgins don’t beg for the cock like you were doing.”

  Tears well up in her eyes. “I thought it would be the only way you’d touch me. Every other man is afraid to try anything with me because of who my father is. I don’t want to be a virgin, I want you.”

  I’m still frozen—my rock-hard cock still buried deep inside her.

  Fuck.

  Even I know it’s wrong to be fucking raw in an untouched pussy. Taking her will have far more consequences than I originally thought. All the wrath of Satan’s Disciples will come down on my fucking head once word gets out I stole the cherry from the head of their club’s virgin daughter.

  “You played me,” I growl.

  I start to pull out, but she locks her legs around me. “Please,” she begs. “Please. I want it so bad. I knew you’d be good at it. I knew you’d be perfect.”

  I pull out and then thrust back into her. She moans and I quickly cover her mouth with mine to muffle the sound. The taste of her still lingers as I plunge my tongue into her mouth. She kisses me back and digs her fingers into my hair.

  Fuck.

  It’s the tightest cunt I’ve ever sank my dick into and I know I won’t be able to make this good for her because I’m ready to explode. I grab her tit in my hand and squeeze it as I drive my hips against hers.

  It doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten and I know I’m going to cum soon. I should pull out because I know she’s not on any birth control, but right now, I don’t give a fuck if she gets pregnant. This pussy is too perfect to allow another man to cum inside it other than me. I took her cherry, and now whether she knows it or not, she’s my property.

  “I’m going to cum in your pussy,” I tell her. It’s not a request, but an order. This seems to excite her, because she gets even wetter. “You like that, don’t you? You want me to fill you full?”

  “Yes. Don’t stop.” Her mouth drifts open as she glances down to where our bodies connect.

  “Play with your pussy while I fuck you. Make yourself cum with me,” I order and she does as I command, wanting my seed to sink in as far as possible.

  She throws her head back and an orgasm rips through her body just as I cum hard inside her, coating her walls and marking my territory.

  I know she’ll get pregnant now and the idea of this tight, fertile body expanding to make room for my child causes my cock to twitch inside her, ready for round two.

  Before the night is through, I’ll make sure this virgin hole is worn out.

  Chapter Three

  Piper

  Cum drips down my thighs as my mystery lover pulls out of me. I’m exhausted but extremely satisfied, finally getting fucked like I’ve always dreamt by a man who knows what he’s doing.

  Flipping me over onto my stomach, he brings me up on all fours and rubs his cock across my ass, smearing his seed all over me. “You look good covered in me.” He grips my ass hard. “Next time, I think I might take this ass.”

  I turn my head so I can see his face as he steps away from me before grabbing his jeans off the floor. “What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?”

  He smirks, clearly amused that I’m entertaining the idea of not sleeping with him again. He and I both know it’s going to happen again. And again. It was perfect for both of us, even if he’s too much of a hard-ass to admit how much he loved being inside of me.

  I turn around and sit on the bed, studying the man who took my virginity as he gets dressed. He’s ruggedly handsome and has muscles for days. His sandy-blonde hair is a touch on the longer side and a bushy goatee covers his chin, but the thing that draws me in the most about him is his alluring gray eyes.

  There’s no doubt this man is rough, judging by all the tattoos covering his body and the crest he sports proudly on his kutte, but I can tell there’s more to him than meets the eye—there has got to be. Guys like him don’t just randomly wander into bars alone because they’re looking to get laid. He came was there with a purpose—a mission—and though I want that purpose to be me, I’m not sure I am. He’s a Maverick—apart of a rival club of my father’s—so I know he wasn’t there on a social call.

  My gaze drops down to the patch on his vest that reads like a nametag. “Cade? Is that your name.”

  “Yeah.” He sits down next to me so he can tie his boots.

  I wait for a moment, but when he doesn’t elaborate, I find myself itching for more conversation with him. “Well?” I ask.

  His eyes slide over to mine as he rights himself after he’s finished with his laces. “Well, what?”

  I arch my right eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to ask my name?”

  “Why? I know exactly who you are, Piper. I was sent to kidnap you to piss your old man off.”

  My eyes widen, shocked by his admission. “Are you still kidnapping me?”

  He’s quiet for a moment and then shakes his head. “No.”

  I’m curious as to why it seems he’s aborted his mission. “What changed your mind?”

  Cade drags his teeth over his lower lip as his eyes flit down my naked body. “Your pussy. There’s no way I’ll take something that sweet back to my clubhouse. Every one of those assholes will try to get in what’s mine, and I won’t allow it to happen. I’ll kill any motherfucker who touches you. You. Are. Mine.”

  “Yours?”

  “Mine.” He leans into me and growls as he reaches over fisting my hair, forcing me to meet his stare head on. “You belong to me. I took your cherry and ain’t no one going to take you from me. No. One. Your pussy belongs to me until I say otherwise.”

  I swallow hard as my heart skips a beat. I’ve heard stories from my mom about bikers claiming women. When those guys claim a woman, it’s serious. They don’t mess around when it comes to that shit. My dad claimed my mom, and it wasn’t until he tired of her that he gave her the okay to leave. She took me and moved to another city where I’d be far enough away from Dad in an attempt to have a normal life.

  I swore a biker would never claim me, but my skin tingles for his touch and my heart thunders in my chest around him. Dad always forbade any man in his club to even breathe in my direction, let alone think about bedding me. He’s going to flip his shit when he gets wind I’m sleeping with a Maverick.

  Cade is definitely wading into some dangerous waters, but something tells me he already knows and doesn’t give a shit.

  He crushes his lips to mine and thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, causing me to squirm a bit.

  Damn if he doesn’t have me turned on again already.

  He pulls back much too soon, and I frown a bit. I feel like this is goodbye and I’m not ready for that yet.

  “Get dressed and I’ll take you home.”

  Cade stands and heads out of the bedroom, leaving me to sit and wonder if I will ever see my sexy biker again after tonight.

  Chapter Four

  Cade

  Lemy flicks his still glowing cigarette to the ground as stands outside the clubhouse. “What the hell took you so long? Frank’s been waiting for you to bring the bitch here.”

  “Complications came up,” is all I say, not willing to share the complication was my dick as I continue toward him.

  “Fuck,” Lemy breathes as he runs his hand through his long, greasy hair. “He’s going to be pissed. He needs her for leverage.”

  I don’t say another word as I push past him and through the front door. I’m not one who typically defies orders. I’m a loyal soldier—one who wants to move up in rank—but this hiccup with Piper can fuck a lot of things up for me if I’m not careful.

  It’s late, so there’s no one here, but my prez, Frank, who is up waiting along with his right-hand, Del. The burgundy walls make the room dark, but the light hanging above Frank’s head shines a spotlight on him. He’s covered in tats from fingertips to his ne
ck, and his once dark hair has turned salt and pepper. I’ve known Frank since I was sixteen years old, when he came over to my Grandmother’s house looking for my mom, who had died from a drug overdose when I was five. I guess he felt sorry for me, since I had no one but my alcoholic grandmother who only kept me for welfare money, because he took me under his wing immediately. If it weren’t for Frank, I don’t know where I’d would of ended up. I owe him a lot, which is why it feels wrong to choose Piper over him, but I can’t help myself. There’s just something about her I’m not willing to toss away.

  The moment Frank spots me he motions me over.

  Frank’s sitting casually in a high-back chair at the head of the long, wooden table we have club meetings around while Del flanks his side. I don’t bother sitting, because I know better. Frank’s expecting a report, not to hang out.

  Franks sighs as he stares up at me with his brown, almost black eyes, which are a stark contrast from the gray hair on the top of his head. “What happened?”

  I square my shoulders. “It wasn’t as easy as I thought to get to the girl.”

  “When you cased her place and tracked her, you said it would be a quick in and out to grab her at her house.” It’s not a question; Frank’s just reiterating what I’ve already reported.

  After checking out the house, I figured it would be an easy job since it was just Piper and her mom living there. Little did I know what a fucking pleasure this job would be—one I don’t plan on handing over to anyone else. I need Frank to drop this shit about grabbing Piper and come up with another plan to get under the skin of Satan’s Disciples.

  I lift my chin. “She wasn’t there when I broke in.”

  It’s a bold-face fucking lie, and I have balls of steel to lie to the face of my prez, but I’m also a touch crazy, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep Piper all to myself.