The Outlaw MC: Bundle
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“Yeah?” said a huge guy with a goatee and arms covered in tattoos.
“I’m… I’m looking for Blake,” I said timidly.
“You a cop?” he asked.
“No,” I said and giggled a little
“Something funny?” he growled in reply.
Then the door swung open further, and there was Tyler. I was so relieved to see a familiar face I almost cried.
“Hi, Tyler,” I said.
“Melissa. Hello,” he said and opened the door.
He let me inside the club. Not much was happening in contrast to the last time that I had been there, but I guessed that they couldn’t have parties like that every night. Without me even asking, Tyler took me to one of the offices in back and left me at the door. He didn’t knock or anything. That was up to me. I reached up and tapped on the door, unsure of what to expect.
“Come,” said the voice from inside. I knew right away that it was Blake.
I opened the door slowly, expecting to find an office, but it was really more like a small bedroom with a desk. There was a disco ball spinning above me and Blake was laying on the bed.
“Well fuck me,” he breathed through a grin. “If it isn’t Melissa.”
“Hi, Blake,” I said, wishing he looked more happy to see me.
“You look great,” he said, sitting up. “But why are you here?”
This was not going at all the way that I had planned it. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was there, or what I had hoped for, but it wasn’t this.
“I thought you loved me,” was all I could manage. It sounded stupid.
“I did, and I do. But when I got back, you were already involved. I heard that you’re getting married.”
How the hell do these people know all this stuff, I wondered.
“But you never called me. And you never...” I didn’t know what else to say.
All of a sudden, he was standing right next to me. He grabbed me and kissed me. It brought back that animal feeling of lust that I hadn’t felt since the last time we touched. I could have resisted. I could have done many things at that point. But my instinctive response was to reach for the bulge in his pants.
Blake took that as a sign of my willingness, and I knew that if I backed out and stepped away now, I’d look like an ass. But the truth was that I didn’t want to.
He was pulling my clothes off and I was fumbling with his pants. It was all very passionate and rushed, as though it were an emergency. By the time I was just down to panties and bra, Blake picked me up and carried me to the little desk, knocking the knickknacks in his room to the floor in the process. Neither of us paid any attention to them.
He sat me up on the desk and literally ripped my panties off. He grabbed both ankles, spreading my legs as far as they would go, forcing me onto my back on the desk. Then he thrust his face between my thighs, sucking hard on my pussy lips and clit.
“God, I’ve missed your taste,” he said between mouthfuls of my cunt. I could see his cock dangling, half swollen in the spinning disco light.
He pulled me up and then set me kneeling on the floor. It was all happening so quickly that I didn’t even have time to think. I didn’t want to think. I just did what came naturally.
Blake eased his cock in to my mouth and I could feel it swell with each thrust he made. He was fucking my mouth just like he would fuck my pussy, all the while saying dirty things. At one point I swore that I heard him say that no matter what, no matter who I marry, we would always fuck like this.
I was having trouble breathing and was nearly gagging on his cock, so I finally just stood up and turned around, bending over the desk.
“Please fuck me!” I cried. It was pitiful how much I wanted him inside me
He drove his cock deep, at the same time bringing his hand down hard and spanking me. I think that it was the sound more than the pain that surprised me. I let out a little yelp and tears filled my eyes.
“Never,” he said, spanking me one more time. “Never go this long without seeing me again.”
Then he grabbed my hips tight and began to ram his cock into me. Had I not been 100% open to him and wanting this, it might have been considered forceful. But I belonged to him, and I knew it. He was the one that showed me all of this and there was no way that I would ever be able to get away from that. But I didn’t want to.
He reached forward and grabbed both of my breasts, pinching my nipples with either hand. I came almost violently, my legs shaking uncontrollably beneath me as my body swayed under his thrusts.
“I’m going to send you home full of cum, Melissa,” he whispered into my ear. “And I want you to keep it there.”
He knew that I would; he knew me too well.
Suddenly, I felt a flood of sticky wetness between my legs, and I knew that Blake was making his deposit, his claim on me. When he was done, he turned me around and kissed me. It was weird, this tenderness and animal behavior all in one.
“I do love you, you know,” he said, his cum dripping down my leg. “But you and I both know that I’m no good for such a sophisticated lady.” He quirked a smile. “Even if we both know you’ll be back.”
He said it with such self assurance, with such certainty, that I almost just said yes. But I couldn’t carry on double life this way.
Or could I? Would this be my future, stuck between a man that adored me and a man that fucked the daylights out of me?
I sat with Blake for a bit and talked, but we really had nothing to talk about. For us, it was just sex. Eventually, I called a taxi and got dressed to go home, still feeling his cum inside of me.
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