by Jenika Snow
Wiggling out of the jeans and panties, she tossed them aside and waited for his reaction. She did worry that he would find her thighs ugly from the knife marks Trick had given her, but as he skimmed up and down her body, one that she had grown comfortable with over time, all she saw was his rage break through.
“He did that to you?” His voice was so menacing that she slid her hands over the raised white scars that crisscrossed parts of her thighs. He shook his head, and she stilled. “No, you don’t have to hide yourself from me.” And then he was on his knees in front of her, and she was so taken aback that this huge MC President was kneeling before her that she thought for sure her heart had stopped. Jagger took her hands that were on her thighs and pulled them out and to her sides. He stared at her scars so intently that her face heated in humiliation. “I’m going to make him suffer for this. His death is imminent, but I’m going to make him suffer.” Jagger was speaking to himself, but when he looked at her she saw the truth of his words reflected in his dark eyes. “I’m going to kill him with pleasure for the pain he caused to you.” He let go of her hands and started moving his hands over her thighs.
The way he touched her, looked at her, made all of her embarrassment and shame vanish, and she found herself becoming pliant under his hands. “Lay back for me, Sonya, and let me see that wet pussy of yours.”
Sonya curled her hands into the sheets and did as he said. He didn’t stop rubbing her flesh, and she felt the blood move right below the surface of her skin and heat. Jagger gripped her behind the knees once she was flat on her back, and a haze covered her mind when he pushed her legs back until they were pressed to her chest. Her pussy was spread so wide her inner lips parted. With the light on there were no shadows to hide every dip and curve of her body, or the fact her privates were on obscene display. Jagger seemed completely engrossed in the sight of her spread open for him.
“You tell me to stop at any time if you start to feel uncomfortable, baby.”
She lifted her head and saw him looking at her from between her legs.
“All right, Sonya? You say stop, and it stops.”
She nodded, not trusting her throat because her arousal and emotions were choking her up. She would have never thought there was this kind of compassion and gentleness from a man like Jagger. He just looked so…scary and intimidating. The smile he gave her was filled with a lot of things, but the one that she latched onto was the heated desire that burned like a wildfire behind his eyes. And then he didn’t say anything else, just moved his hands toward her pussy, took his thumbs and spread her labia even wider, and placed his open mouth right on her. Sonya let her head fall back on the mattress, and a sound of need left her throat when he started licking her like she was a melting ice cream cone in the hot sun. Over and over he brought his tongue from her clit, flattened it all the way down her cleft, and then moved it around her opening before lightly dipping it inside of her. Her inner muscles clenched on their own when he would tease her mercilessly.
The little growls that came from him vibrated against the hard bud, and it didn’t take much for her orgasm to start to rise, but there was something holding her back. This knot in her belly refused to lessen, but before she could think on it too hard Jagger moved one of his hands back to her thigh and rubbed her scars once more with his fingers.
“Don’t think, baby. Just let me make you feel good.” Jagger started renewing his efforts. Licking and sucking, rubbing and nipping until she couldn’t stop the shaking that was soon taking over her entire body. “Fuck, Sonya, seeing you let go like this, feeling you tremble beneath my hands, and tasting you get wetter right on my tongue has me so fucking hard I’m about to come right now.” His murmured words were right on her clit, and that little bundle of nerves swelled even further. And right when she started to come he moved his hands lower, gripped her ass, and followed that action with his mouth until his was running his tongue along her anus.
A startled gasp left her, but it wasn’t to stop, and she knew by the grunt he made that he sensed her acceptance of what was happening to her. This was a new experience to her—all of it. She was a virgin in so many senses of the word, and she was having a mutual, consensual sexual experience with a man that had her so heated it was hard to focus on much else. Her orgasm crashed through her like a strike of lighting, and all Sonya could do was hold on and ride it out. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life, and she knew this was only the tip of the iceberg.
“You doing okay, baby?” Jagger said in between running his tongue along the cheeks of her ass. Sonya cracked her eyes open and saw in an erotic haze as Jagger was pressing his hips into the mattress continuously. The sight of the muscles in his back and ass flexing and clenching as he pumped his hips, pleasuring himself as well as easing his ache, had Sonya wet all over again as if she hadn’t just come.
“I’m good, but I want more.”
Jagger rested his forehead on the back of her thigh, and the feel of his moist, hot breath along her skin was chilling and heating all in the same breath.
“Christ, Sonya. I am so fucking hot for you right now that my balls are about to explode just from hearing you say those things.” He had his hands around each of her thighs, clenching and unclenching her flesh, and she hadn’t missed the desperate need in his voice. Jagger was holding back with her, and as much as she loved that he was so considerate, Sonya also wanted to experience this with him. This was her decision, and she was going to finally live the way she wanted.
“I trust you, Jagger.”
He slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes so he could look at her.
“I want to be with you. In every way.” Sonya didn’t need to say that she wanted the human side of him, and the bear he harbored inside of that hard body. His chest rose and fell in quick intervals, and the flickering of his eyes told her that his animal was very close to the surface. But this was a male who knew how to keep control, and right now he was doing just that. “Please, Jagger.” She swore the air cracked and popped with the energy that came from him.
He moved away from her, grabbed a condom from his pants, and slid the latex over his hardness. He was on top of her in what only seemed like seconds, and a moan left her when his dick pressed against her pussy, parting her lips and bumping her still sensitized clit.
“You see what you do to me?” He thrust against her, nudging the hard bud a little more forcefully and causing her eyes to roll back in her head from the pleasure. He did this repeatedly, thrusting against her and showing her exactly how hard he was. He had a hand on either side of her head, speared his fingers into her hair, and gently tugged on the strands until she was forced to tilt her head back. Neck bared, and with Jagger’s eyes now trained on the sight, Sonya felt like his prey. But it was the good kind, the seductive kind, and she knew he would make her feel even better. “I want to be inside of you.” He dipped his head and ran his tongue up and down her throat.
Sonya gripped his shoulders, moved her mouth to his ear, and said, “Then stop tormenting us, Jagger.” The sharp sound that left him made her feel wholly female.
“The things I want to do to you…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but she didn’t care because her imagination was very vivid. He let go of her on one side and moved his hand between their bodies. And then he placed the huge crown of his cock at her entrance, held her gaze, and started to push inside of her. The stretch and burn was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was pleasure and the good kind of pain all wrapped into one, and having her need more. So much more. Jagger still had his face in the crook of her neck and was gently tugging at her tender flesh. God, it felt so good. “Fucking hell, Sonya. So hot and slick, tight and perfect.” He continued to work his cock inside of her until his balls pressed against her bottom, and they both let out identical groans. Their breathing was harsh, and their flesh was becoming moist, but Sonya wanted to feel the bear fuck her. And she knew it wouldn’t take much to make sure that happened.
****
Motherfucker. Sonya was so damn tight, and it was taking a hell of a lot for him not to start pounding in and out of her. She clenched around him, and he curled the hand still in her hair even tighter around the strands. He had his other hand right on her thigh, but no, he wasn’t going to think about the marks that lined her creamy flesh. Right now he wanted to pleasure his female and make her forget all about that lowlife bastard.
His female. Yeah, Jagger had known she was his from the moment he looked into her eyes. He couldn’t even explain the pull he had toward her, but it had been strong enough that he didn’t even want to question it. Trying to deny himself and his bear was pointless, because being inside of her felt like the most prefect fucking thing in the world. He pulled out slowly and pumped back in. Each thrust and retreat made it harder for him to keep this easy pace. But her soft pleas for more, for it harder and faster, were chipping away at his resistance. He thought she would need slow and gentle, but it seemed his little human needed everything he could give her.
“I want to forget about everything but right here and now.” There was a pleading note in her face.
He looked hard into her face and knew she needed this as much as he did. And that was what he was going to do. Jagger started thrusting in and out, quickening his pace while lifting his head and watching her face for any indication that he needed to stop. Never had he been with a female like this before: wanting to make it perfect for her, wanting nothing more than to watch her come undone beneath him. It had always been about a little club pussy fucking him, and making sure he got off. But even if Jagger was more concerned about Sonya, this was the most pleasurable experience he had ever had. “It is so fucking good, Sonya. Shit, I could watch the look on your face all day long and never get enough.” The expression of euphoria on her face, of her reddened cheeks and parted mouth, was like a visual orgasm all in itself.
“I’m so close, Jagger.” Sonya gasped out, and he loved that she sounded like that.
Yeah, he knew she was, could feel her tight little pussy muscles clenching around his dick.
“Oh. God. I’m going to come again.”
Before she exploded around his cock he pulled out, and the disappointed sound she made had him smiling.
“I love having you this way, baby, but my bear is a stubborn and possessive fucker, and needs to claim you this way.”
She licked her lips and nodded. The approval was there in her face even though she hadn’t given her verbal acknowledgement. He moved her so she was on her belly, pulled her hips up with a strong hold on her waist, and waited for her to adjust herself in the position he wanted. With her ass in the air, her knees spread wide, and her cunt and tiny anus on clear display, Jagger’s mouth watered. Taking hold of the root of his dick and looking down at it, he saw the glossiness of her cream and rumbled out in desire. But then he was pushing his length back into her welcoming body, hanging onto her waist, and fucking her like a male fucked his female. “You’re mine, Sonya.” Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, but he couldn’t keep it in. “This isn’t about keeping you a prisoner, but having you as my old lady.” Yeah, he had just fucking gone there while bottoming out inside of her. But he wanted her to know that what he wanted was not what she had. “Do you understand what that means, baby?” He knew she did, but this had to be her decision, and she had to actually say it.
“God.” She gasped out when he hit something deep inside of her, and the purr that came from her had him moving faster. “It’s good. Don’t stop. Here I come.”
Jagger tunneled in and out of her, slamming his dick into her pussy until she was mewling for more. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her back, and then he was following right behind her and coming just as hard. He could have roared so loud the window broke, but he gritted his teeth and rode the wave of ecstasy with only a muttered groan. Sonya fell forward and Jagger moved to her side, but he wasn’t about to let her brush off what they had just done. When he reached around her back and pulled her to his side, she sighed and curled right into him. That had the bear inside of him growling out in pleasure. She had her head on his chest and her hand on his abdomen. For several minutes neither moved or spoke, but the silence was comfortable, and Jagger liked holding Sonya and hearing her heartbeat slow.
“That was…” She tilted her head back and looked at him. “I don’t know what to even say.”
Jagger turned to his side and brushed her dark hair away from her face.
“Just say you don’t outright reject the old lady comment I made.” It seemed like forever before she finally answered.
“That scares me, Jagger.”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I know, baby. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” Well shit, here he was, apologizing to the first female ever.
“I have been trying to get out of the MC life since Trick took me, but then I ended up in another MC.” He didn’t say anything, because he knew she wasn’t finished, and he wanted her to get it out. “But then I saw you at Trick’s clubhouse, and something inside of me shifted. I know that sounds weird.”
He shook his head, because it really didn’t. It sounded damn right.
“I knew that this wasn’t just about sex, or some kind of physical attraction to you—although it is that, too.” She smiled, and Jagger swore it lit up the whole fucking room. “I’m not saying yes, but I’m not saying no to the idea of being with you either. I’m just saying I need some time.”
He continued to play with a lock of her hair.
“I do know that I want to start my life not trapped within the walls of another MC, but I can’t stand the idea of not being with you.” She rested her head on his chest again.
Jagger leaned his head back on the pillow and held her tight.
“I want a lot with you, and although it feels so fast and crazy, it also feels like the most natural and right thing in the world.” Her warm breath brushed along his chest. He couldn’t have said it any better himself.
“We’ll take it as slow as you need, baby, but Sonya?”
She looked up at him again.
“I need you in my life.” He heard her swallow, but the smile that she gave him was sweet and welcoming.
“And I want you in my life, too, even if you can be a brute sometimes and nearly kill a guy for talking to me.”
He chuckled and pulled her back to rest against him. “And I’ll do it again, because I meant it when I said no fucker would ever hurt you.”
“I know, Jagger, and that is one of the reasons I know deep down, hidden behind your tattoos, muscle, and growly grizzly bear, you are the man I should have met years ago.”
Jagger didn’t respond, didn’t know how to. Her words hit him right in the heart. She wasn’t a prisoner, but she was his, and he would make sure no motherfucker would ever make his female be in pain again.
****
DeDe moved away from the bedroom door and walked down the hall to another spare room. Making sure she was alone, she slipped inside and shut the door behind her. She pulled out her cell and stared at the screen for a moment. She was pissed, and yes, really damn jealous. She had gone to get Jagger for dinner, and when he hadn’t been in his room she had thought maybe he was with that tramp. The fact she had heard them fucking had rage so powerful that it sucked the air right from her lungs. That bitch Sonya had to leave. She had heard them talking afterward, heard the name Trick come up several times, and knew that name had sounded familiar, and not because she’d heard Dallas and Court talking about it after they came back to the clubhouse days ago with wounds from a fight.
So the little cunt had been with Trick, and for whatever reason Jagger is watching over her? Her anger mounted with each passing second, but she knew who to call to get the information she needed. It wasn’t just the Grizzly MC that had connections in Steel Corner. DeDe dialed Bosco’s number. He was the man she used to work for at the strip club, and a pimp in all aspects of the word. She brought the phone to her ear
and listened to it ring.
“This better be fucking good.” There was a loud female moan that came from the other end, and the sound of Bosco breathing heavily. DeDe rolled her eyes and walked further into the room and toward the bathroom so she’d have a little more privacy. Bosco was always fucking, that or getting high.
“Bosco, it’s DeDe.” There was a moment of silence and then the sound of shuffling from the other end of the line. A disgruntled female voice came through.
“Well, well. I haven’t heard from you in a while, Baby Girl.” He wasn’t calling her an endearment, but her stage name when she stripped for him at his club. “You wanna come shake that ass for me and show off those big fake titties?” He chuckled deeply, and then she heard the sound of a light being clicked on.
“I need a favor, Bosco.” DeDe knew this would cost her, because Bosco didn’t do anything for free, but she needed that bitch gone. “I need you to find someone for me.”
“Yeah?” Bosco may be a slimy son-of-a-bitch, but he wouldn’t take people out. No, he was more in the game of selling pussy, and roughing up a few johns if they fucked with his merchandise. But he wasn’t a killer.
Not that DeDe wanted the little tramp dead or anything, but she did want her away from Jagger. DeDe had worked too hard to get in this close to him and being his old lady. If anyone was going to be Jagger’s main woman it would be her. Just thinking of Jagger asking that gash to be his old lady had this sick, twisted feeling growing inside of her. For the next five minutes she told Bosco the story, about why she needed Sonya gone, and the little she knew about the connection with Trick. She might only know his name, but that was all Bosco needed if that guy indeed went by that name on the street. Bosco had connections everywhere, but she knew his price would be expensive, and it wouldn’t be in the monetary fashion either.
