by Kylie Parker
“I’m coming, baby!” She screamed. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
Her sexy voice encouraged him to quicken his pace. Bruce even slipped his middle finger in her pussy and began to push his fingers in and out of her faster. Melissa pinched her nipple, breathing harder by the second. Her pussy muscles were flexing uncontrollably, as he continued to lick her clit in circular motion. She pushed him down onto her, as she came in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Bruce’s fingers were drenched with her juices. He flicked his tongue across her erogenous zone one last time, filled with a sense of pride. But Bruce needed release. His big, stiff cock was throbbing. He did not mind the hard floor; he had to have her.
Bruce sat up. He placed his hands on Melissa’s knees and pulled her closer. She removed her hand from her breast and leaned against her shoulders. Then, he gripped his cock, looking right into her big, blissful eyes. He led it to her entrance, leaning towards her, as she put her feet against his chest. Bruce’s manhood pushed through the moist folds of her womanhood. She spread her legs a little more. The sensation of her wetness on his shaft made Bruce bite his lower lip. Melissa had been honest with him. It felt really tight; clearly, she had not been with a man for a while. She wrapped her legs around his waist, willing to feel him all the way in.
“Awwww! God, you’re so deep… So deep inside me.” She moaned, as her pussy engulfed his entire cock. Melissa curled her index finger. Bruce would not say “no” to her. He leaned forward, sliding his hands up her midsection, stroking her with long, deep strokes. She entwined her arms around his back, before he pressed her lips against her mouth. Lost in the magic of her passionate, fiery kiss, Bruce stopped his hands on her chest. Sensing her long fingernails being dug into the firm flesh of his upper back, he squeezed her breasts. Her muffled moans in his mouth sent him one step closer to heaven. As much as he savored filling his palms with her big breasts, Bruce realized that he had barely touched her thighs. He took his right hand off of her breast and reached behind his back. Cupping her lower thigh, he slowly ran it up, until it reached her upper outer thigh and part of her butt cheek. He squeezed it first and then dug his short fingernails into her delectable flesh.
“Faster, baby.” She urged, a lustful moan leaving her hot, wet lips. “Make me come again.”
Once again, he would indulge her. Straight away, Bruce fastened his pace as yet another fervent kiss overwhelmed his senses. Caressing her leg, he began to thrust her, sending waves of pleasure through her curvy body. Feeling her pussy gripping his cock, Bruce explored her mouth with his tongue, as Melissa’s hands wandered over his massive back. His strong, tense muscles flexed with every push. She grabbed and held onto his lower back, as his short, hard thrusts were quenching her desire. By now, Bruce could hear the juicy sounds of his penetration. Melissa’s pussy juices were flowing down her butt cheeks. He could even feel them on his big, heavy balls, as they slapped against her ass. She slid her hands further down his back. Cupping his butt, she squeezed his flesh, forcing him to groan louder in her mouth. With his cock reaching her outer rim, she tilted her head back, ending their kiss.
“Yeah, baby!” She screamed. Bruce sensed that her second orgasm was close. The moisture and the heat of her pussy had increased and her grip on his back was even tighter. Bruce had never felt such heat on his shaft. Much to his pleasure, he had turned her on too much. Even though he was curious to feel her lips on his manhood, he would not let her do that. Bruce loved her incredible body so much that worshipping her erogenous zones was enough to give him a raging erection. His breath got faster by the second. Their moans tore the silence of the night. Melissa’s shuddering orgasm literally ripped through her, as Bruce continued to pound her pussy. Her loud screams filled his ears. He could not withhold his own climax. Bruce pulled out; a huge shot of semen spurted out of his quivering cock in several streams of whitish liquid. He collapsed onto her, gasping for breath.
Chapter Five
Melissa rewarded him with a kiss on his lips, before a blissful smile spread across her face. Her brown eyes glimmered, as she looked up at him.
“You.” She gasped. “You did it. It was great.”
“Thanks.” He returned the smile. “You were amazing.”
“But I didn’t do anything.” Melissa sounded surprised.
“You didn’t have to.” Bruce shook his head sideways, once, lowering his tone. “I would have sex with you on a bed of nails. You’re so pretty… So sexy…”
“Awww, you have to stop being so cute, Mr.” She purred like a contented cat. “You might regret it.”
“Why would I?” He laughed.
“Because you’re making me want to…” Melissa faltered. “Do things to you.”
“Ok, hold that thought.” Bruce murmured, averting his gaze from her. He looked around him. Their surroundings amused him.
“Damn.” He snorted. “I can’t believe I just had sex by the pool.”
“Let’s not talk about the past.” She suggested, as she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back. Bruce leaned back and eventually got up, maintaining eye contact with her. Before he could speak though, Melissa had something more to say to him.
“I realized something when we were on that cliff.” She spoke in a calm tone, rising as well. “You got secrets. Well, so do I. Who doesn’t? But, I think we’re good together. We have something in common. We make each other laugh.”
“I can’t argue with that.” He admitted.
“So, is it?” Melissa inquired.
“Is it? Is it what?” Bruce squinted at her, confused.
“Is a woman riding a Harley hot?” She elaborated.
“It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He confessed. “I could spend hours watching you on that bike.”
“Really?” Melissa sounded surprised. “I thought men liked staring at women in bikinis or short skirts.”
“Men can be different, Melissa.” Bruce stated. “Some like blondes, some others –like me- prefer brunettes. Take a look at Matt. He left with your friend last night. She’s cute, but I don’t like her that much. She’s a little too blonde for my taste. Not all of us like the same things in women. I think you know what I mean.”
“I do.” She smiled up at him, taking one step closer. Melissa put her hands into his palms and bent her head towards him, finally resting it on his chest. She closed her eyes, tightening her grip on his hands.
“Mmm, this feels so good.” She whispered. “I could stay in this moment for hours.”
“Me, too.” He replied, burying his face in her hair. “I don’t think I’m going to go to L.A.”
“L.A.?” Melissa whispered, leaning back, a hint of fear in her voice.
“Yeah, me and Matt were planning to go to Malibu next week.” Bruce explained. “I don’t know about him, but I want to stay here.”
“Stick around, then.” She chirped, as a happy smile lit up her face. “Ok, I got to ask.” Melissa continued. “What did you do before you joined that MC?”
“That’s a long story.” He said. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“I was a straight-A student in high school. I got into Yale medical school in 2004. I wanted to be a doctor. When I got home for Christmas that year, I met Vincent Burrows, the MC President. I saw him on the street one day. He rode a Fat Boy. I love that bike. Anyway, we talked about Harleys. Before I knew it, he was teaching me engines. I spent hours every day, studying everything about pistons, thunder-headers and everything related to motorcycles. I discovered that fixing them was a lot more fun than fixing people. I dropped out of college a few days later.” Bruce spoke in sighs.
“I didn’t know you liked them so much.” Melissa whispered.
“Neither did I.” He muttered. At that moment, the faint sound of a cell phone ringing got their attention.
“Oh, shoot.” She complained. “I left my phone upstairs. Don’t go anywhere.”
Bruce reflected on the e
vents of the night, watching her walk away from him. He was happy; as a matter of fact, he was having so much fun with Melissa that he had completely forgotten about the stolen money and Frank Howard. Bruce wanted to stay there for even more than two weeks. However, he knew that if he spent more time in Las Vegas, he would have to face many angry customers. They would not forgive his absence and probably choose someone else to fix their motorcycles.
“Bruce!” Melissa’s terrified voice interrupted his thoughts. She was on the balcony.
“What is it?” He wondered, looking up at her.
“My aunt just called. She’s coming over. She’s not alone.” She was so terrified that she spoke too fast.
“What do you mean?”
“She’s with my father.” Her response destroyed his dream of spending some more time with her in that luxurious mansion. Still, he could not understand her panic.
“So what?” He shrugged his shoulders.
“You don’t know my father.” She went on. “He can’t see us together. We got to go. Now!”
Chapter Six
Baffled by the fear in her voice, but also realizing that he had no time to waste, Bruce rushed back to the spot where he had left his uniform. A confrontation with Melissa would delay them too much. He was willing to give her a chance to explain herself, before saying something that he might regret. After all, she had earned that; the night had been wonderful so far.
Melissa proved to be much quicker than he expected. Bruce had barely put his shoes back on, when he heard the heavy front door slamming. She mounted her motorcycle and started the engine. Melissa was about to ride off, when Bruce began to run back to his own Harley.
“We need to head west.” She cried, as the loud sound of her Harley stifled out the conversation. “If we go east, we’ll run into them.” He nodded, as he mounted his motorcycle. Melissa then made a U-turn and exited the estate, as Bruce once again followed behind her. He was used to running, but this time, he was not running from the police. Bruce was actually trying to evade a mysterious man that he had never seen. Unable to wrap his head around that fact, he felt his blood boiling in his veins.
“Who is her father? Is he a freaking serial killer that goes around cutting guys’ heads off for dating his daughter? And I’m supposed to be scared of him? Whatever. I’ll just wait until she pulls over. Then, I’m going to ask her. But what the hell am I going to do if she asks me? That’s going to be a tricky one. I’ll only come clean if she does.”
Adding to his frustration, Melissa soon began to overtake virtually every car that she came across. Traffic on the oncoming lane was heavy at that time. Of course, riding fast in a congested road was something that Bruce had done plenty of times in the past and he used to enjoy it, but by that moment, he could not even savor that simple thing that gave him his favorite rush. Less than half a mile down the road, approaching a right curve with poor visibility, Melissa pulled out and rolled on the accelerator, attempting to overtake a blue van. The high beams of an oncoming truck made her hesitate. She remained on the opposite lane, next to the van, unable to see the truck or calculate the distance between them. Just when she caught a glimpse of the massive vehicle, roughly twenty yards away from her, Melissa rolled on the accelerator once again. The fear froze the blood in Bruce’s veins. He could not open his mouth; even if he could, the noise would stifle his words. At the last moment, Melissa swerved right and returned to her lane, narrowly avoiding the honking truck. Bruce sighed in relief; she had cheated death.
Fifteen minutes later, they were outside the supermarket, back at the place where they had met that night. Melissa pulled over on the right side of the road, but he did not wait for her to fully stop. Instead, Bruce passed her and stopped his Harley a few feet in front of her. He turned it off, put it on the center stand and dismounted it, fuming with rage.
“Alright, who the fuck is he?!” He cried, starting towards her. “And what the hell were you thinking? Do you have a death wish or something?”
“I’m sorry!” She exclaimed. “I know this doesn’t make much sense, but…”
“Much sense?!” Bruce interrupted her. “First, I have to run from some…” He faltered. “Boogie man. Next thing I know, you’re riding like a goddamn maniac!”
Melissa leaned her elbows on the tank of her Harley. Putting her head in her hands, she closed her eyes and sighed.
“I lied to you, Bruce.” She spoke, her voice low and steady. “My name is Melissa Howard. My father is Frank Howard. Have you heard of him?” She inquired, opening her eyes, looking up at him. Bruce was stunned to stillness. He was about to tell her off even more for her recklessness, but her confession had shocked him so much that he could not force another word out of his throat. Finding himself in an impossible position, he rolled his eyes to the left and preferred to stare at the dark, empty supermarket.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” Melissa continued. “Now, do you understand why I’ve been alone for so long?”
“How long?” Bruce wondered.
“Two years, give or take.” Her response was sharp. “It makes sense now, doesn’t it?”
“What?”
“Everything.” Melissa spoke in an emphatic tone. “Why I was alone in the bar, why I’m so interested in the only man brave enough to come near me and last, but definitely not least, why I don’t want him to see you with me. The last guy who did that was shot to death. Poor Shane…” Her voice broke. With the cold air singing around them, Melissa clenched her fists, squeezing her eyes shut. She even bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the tears. “He was a valet at my father’s casino. He found out about him. His goons took him to the desert and killed him. The bastards even showed me a picture of his dead body. I’ve never seen so much blood.”
Bruce put his hands on waist and watched, as Melissa break down in tears. Her story broke his heart, but he did not comment on it. Frank Howard was known for his brutality. A simple, quick murder like that had not come as a surprise to him. If anything, Bruce expected to hear something much more violent than someone getting shot to death. Nevertheless, the nerve-wracking sight of Melissa crying was too much for him to bear. He slowly walked up to her, gazing into her bloodshot red eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” She sniffled. “Go ahead. Leave. Here, let me make this easier for you.” Melissa went on and she raised her hands to cover her eyes, shaking and shivering. A bitter smile spread across Bruce’s pointy face. He put his hands on her wrists and gently pulled them away from her face.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered, forcing her to abruptly open her eyes. “I’m not afraid of him. And that money he can’t find? Me and Matt took it.”
“You’re not?” Melissa said in a shocked whisper. “You and Matt took it? What are you talking about?”
“That’s right. We saw that accident, on our way over. It was Matt’s idea. I should have stopped him, but I didn’t. Anyway, I don’t know why he doesn’t want you to date.” Bruce claimed. “But, I like you. And, since we’re on the matter of confessions, I’d like to tell you a few things about me. Just don’t tell him we took his money.”
“I don’t care about his money. He’s got billions. I’m not telling him anything.” She put a little force in her voice. “I’m only allowed to date rich guys.“
“The MC I was member of is called ‘Blazing Sons’. But they have never been just a motorcycle club.” Bruce said with a sigh.
“Blazing Sons?” Melissa interjected.
“Yeah. Do you know them?”
“I’ve seen them ride around in the city.” She replied. “They have an agreement with my father.”
“What kind of agreement?” He squinted at her.
“It’s more like a truce.” Melissa explained. “A while back, my father caught one of them hustling the casino. His men broke both of his hands with a hammer. Then, the Sons found the guy who did it, beat the crap out of him and dumped him outside the casino with a note. It said: ‘War is bad for business
. Do you really want one?’ My father met their president, Joe Sanders. They agreed to stay out of each other’s business. The sons are banned from his casino. He promised to keep out of Boulder City. It’s where they’re based.”
“I hope they can maintain that truce.” Bruce commented. “Anyway, ‘Blazing Sons’ started out as a motorcycle club. Riding with each other was fun. But that didn’t last long. Pretty soon, a couple of members were struggling with finances. One of them lost his job, the bank repossessed the other guy’s house. We had to come up with a way to help out each other. So, ‘Blazing Sons’ turned into a street gang. We used to steal pretty much everything. Banks were our favorite. We had it all: Money, women… But, it all changed, about four years ago. I killed a security guard during a bank robbery. He was about to shoot me. I just shot him first. Stealing is one thing, but killing a man? No. I didn’t want to do that again. Matt didn’t like it, either. That’s one of the reasons why we left.”
“Oh, my God.” Melissa whispered, staring at Bruce in disbelief.
“I’ve dealt with a few people like your father. That’s why I’m not afraid of him. There’s one more thing.” Bruce brought his index finger close to his face.
“What is it?”
“You’re right about bikers. We don’t stay in one place. We don’t connect. I mean, how can we? Connection takes time. None of us wanted to connect, anyway. I liked sleeping around with women. It was easy. I got what I wanted and left. But, after nine years of being of being a member, I missed being in a relationship.” Bruce confessed. “That’s another reason why I left.’”
“So, you were a thief?” Melissa asked.
“Among other things.” Bruce spoke in a firm voice. “But basically, yeah, that’s what we did most of the time.”
