by Dez Burke
“Tell me you want it, Kendra,” he coaxed. “Tell me,” he said again when she didn’t answer. He teased the opening of her pussy before shoving a finger deep inside. Her pussy walls tightened around him. “Is this what you want?” he asked again, thrusting into her with a second finger. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop,” he warned, momentarily stilling the movements of his fingers.
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Yes, I want this.” She bucked up against his hand, drawing his fingers in as deep as they would go. He began roughly plunging in and out of her pussy, almost lifting her ass off the sofa bed with each thrust. Reaching up, he rolled a hardened nipple between his thumb and finger. Kendra gasped, her breath uneven and shaky.
She gave up trying to hold back any more sounds of bliss. She couldn’t stop writhing and she suddenly felt him push her thighs wider apart. He withdrew his fingers and his tongue dived right into her slit, causing her to erupt in a series of moans. His relentless tongue lapped at her clit over and over.
Oh God! She couldn’t wait another second. She wanted Flint inside her now, fucking her hard and fast.
And as rough as he liked it.
If he liked it that way.
She didn’t know. Didn’t care.
Never had she wanted a man so bad and so urgently.
Kendra reached for his belt buckle and hurriedly undid it. She unzipped his jeans and slid her hand inside to wrap around his hard, velvety length. His cock bobbed and jerked at her touch. Kendra circled his cock firmly and stroked the full length all the way down to the base and back up. He groaned, straining into her hand. Damn! He was thick and long. And rock solid hard.
She caressed the slit at the top and felt drops of pre-cum moisten her thumb. She rubbed it all around the bulbous knob, causing him to close his eyes and groan in pleasure this time.
“Kendra, what are you doing to me?” he murmured. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
She tugged his jeans down even further in a hurry to get them off and replied, “Trust me. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Things went crazy fast.
Flint quickly kicked off his jeans then pressed her down on the sofa bed, covering her body with his. He kissed her with a wild dangerous hunger, his lips lightly touching hers before he deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding entry. His masculine hardness nudged intimately into her soft spots.
Kendra’s breath caught as her hands rested on the unyielding hardness of his chest. She clung to him, feeling like the world was spinning around them. She parted her lips and he pressed her impossibly tighter against him, sliding into her mouth.
Whimpering, Kendra curled her arms tighter around him, burying her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer as she kissed him back with equal abandon. Her breasts strained and tingled against his chest, her heart hammering in time to the drumming in her ears. Dazed with need, Kendra arched against his body.
Reaching between their bodies, she encircled his cock with her hand and stroked his hard length. She could only imagine him inside her, filling her cunt, stretching her wide with his cock. She stroked faster, wanting him to feel the same desperate need she felt. His cock grew and hardened until it was pulsing with want. He moaned wetly against her mouth.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he whispered, his lips now trailing her ear. “I’ve never felt so hard. Never wanted anyone this damn much.” He continued whispering in her ear about how dripping wet she was and how he wanted to slide into her tight pussy and fuck her every way he knew how. They were both breathing fast. As soon as he began talking in her ear, Kendra had dissolved into a gooey mess.
He slid down her body and rained kisses down her stomach. At her parted legs, he stopped to raise his head.
“You can still say no. Just say the word.”
Kendra stared into the deep pools of his eyes. Wanting Flint might be wrong on so many levels, but none of that counted for a damn thing at the moment. Kendra had denied herself too many things for far too long. Denying herself Flint was one sacrifice she wasn’t willing to make.
“I want you deep inside me. Now. I can’t wait any longer.”
Flint moved at lighting speed. After quickly retrieving a condom from his jeans pocket and donning it, he gently grabbed her legs under her knees and wrapped them around his waist. Grasping his cock in one hand, he stroked the entrance to her moist, swollen pussy.
“Ready, darling?” he asked one last time. He settled his lower body in the cradle between her thighs and Kendra felt the head of his thick, long cock probing against her pussy lips.
Kendra grasped his shoulders. “Yes! Goddammit! Yes!”
With a one long forceful thrust, he plunged into her pussy and embedded himself in her up to his balls. Kendra’s mouth opened in a soundless ‘O’ and for a fleeting second, she forgot how to breathe. Flint drew out slightly then pushed in again, deep and hard, with a loud grunt, stretching her pussy walls to their limit.
Kendra loved that he wasn’t gentle or hesitant. He had read her signals correctly and knew exactly what she wanted. This was what she’d always craved, a man who instinctively knew she needed it rough, wild, and primal. Giving it to her as hard as he wanted and needed without holding back for fear of hurting her. She could take it. She wanted it wild and crazy. During her dating days, she’d had enough dull boring sex to last a lifetime.
She grasped his ass with both hands, clenching the firm, smooth muscles and pulling him in deeper if that was even possible. His thrusts were now rapid, rough, and intense. Her large tits jiggled with each stroke until they were swinging wildly between their sweat-slicked bodies. Unable to even speak, Kendra gasped out loud every time he rammed into her core.
“You feel so fucking good,” Flint groaned, the sweat on his forehead and the tightness of his jaw revealing how much self-control he was exerting. “So tight and hot around my cock.”
The thought occurred to Kendra that if this was controlled, she couldn’t imagine what fucking Flint would be like when he was out of control. She was eternally grateful she’d kept up her Kegel exercises. She deliberately clenched and unclenched her pussy walls around him, milking him.
“Oh Jesus!” he said. “If you keep doing that, I don’t know how much longer I can last. You’re killing me.”
He leaned in close, his bare muscled chest rubbing against her heaving breasts. He moved now with long, slow, powerful strokes, filling her completely, owning, claiming. Bending his head, he nipped her tit sharply with his teeth and she cried out, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts while her breast arched into his mouth.
“Don’t hold back,” he said. His uninjured arm was braced close to her head and she could see every bicep tightening as he strained for control.
He suddenly withdrew and flipped her over on her stomach. “Get on your knees, baby,” he said, hooking his hands underneath her and pulling her ass backwards. “Lean on your elbows.”
Kendra quickly obeyed. She leaned forward on her elbows and offered herself up to him for the taking. To do with whatever he wanted.
“You have a gorgeous ass,” he said before kneading the lush curves with both hands. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, he nudged the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She let out a long breath of anticipation. Before she had a chance to brace herself, he grabbed her hips with both hands to hold her still and thrust deep into her pussy with one long, powerful plunge.
In this position, his huge cock felt like it was splitting her apart. “Oh Jesus!” she cried out. “Oh God, that’s deep!” He pulled out almost all the way and slammed into her again, the force this time flattening her into the mattress.
He lifted her back up again. “Try to stay on your knees.” She struggled to do what he asked, her walls screaming with bliss as he slammed into her with rugged thrusts, each plunge taking him as deep as he could possibly go.
Flint didn’t say a word as he fucked her savagely, his fingers digging into her ass, his breathing ragged
. She knew in the morning her body would be aching. She didn’t care. He was taking her to a place she’d never been before and she loved it. God! How she loved it. He penetrated her so deeply she could feel his balls banging against her ass.
On and on he fucked her mercilessly. She could tell by the tenseness of his body that he was close to orgasm. She hoped to God it felt as good for him as it did for her. Any moment now she would be unravelling.
“Come on baby,” he urged. “Come for me.” He reached underneath her and grabbed a swinging breast. He squeezed her nipple and the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain was enough to send her barrelling over the edge.
“Flint! Oh God!” Damn, but he knew which buttons to push. Kendra felt a rush of overwhelming tightness before her cunt exploded in a series of contractions. The intensity of her orgasm was overwhelming and powerful.
He groaned and held perfectly still deep within her while she milked him with her contractions. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “I can feel you coming around my cock.” He pumped into her several more times before he exploded with a loud roar. He thrust into her one final time, shuddering as his orgasm took over him completely.
****
Flint pulled Kendra onto his chest and wrapped his arm around her. After several minutes, their breathing finally began to slow. He stroked her arm idly and pressed a kiss against her forehead.
“I’m sorry I was so rough,” he said. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Kendra smiled and traced a finger down his chest. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
He let out the breath he’d been holding. “The instant I slid inside you, my brain went haywire. All I could think about was sinking deeper into your body. And once I started, I couldn’t get enough. I promise next time I’ll take my time and be extra slow and gentle.”
Kendra propped herself up on one elbow and pressed her finger against his lips. “Don’t say that, and please don’t change a thing. I liked it wild and crazy.” She hesitated a moment. “You made me feel wanted.”
He crushed her to his chest. “You’re wanted more than you’ll ever know.”
Kendra suddenly noticed the bandage on his arm had slipped out of place and was hanging half-off. “Oh no! Flint! I’m the one who should be apologizing! What about your arm? Did we hurt it?”
“Some,” he admitted. “But believe me, it was worth it. You can make it up to me though if you really want to,” he added teasingly.
“Oh? How’s that?”
“Since I probably shouldn’t be exerting my arm so much, next time you should be on top. Just the thought of watching you slide up and down on my cock is making me hard all over again.”
She laughed and buried her face in his chest.
“If it will make you feel better,” she agreed. “We don’t want to hurt your arm any more than it already is.”
He brought her head closer to his and touched her lips gently this time before he finally said, “Oh, it would make me feel a lot better.”
****
Flint didn’t sleep a wink the rest of the night. After everything he’d been through the past several months, he was so afraid that if he closed his eyes, the one good thing in his life would disappear. As long as he stayed awake, he could still feel Kendra’s warm breath against his chest and her nude body snuggled close to his. It wasn’t worth a few hours of shut-eye to lose it even for a second.
Being with Kendra had been unbelievable. Mind-blowing really. One touch, one taste of her, and he’d lost all control. His brain had short-circuited until all he could feel was white-hot desire and an unquenchable thirst to be buried deep inside her. And she’d felt it too. Of that, he was sure. Instead of telling him to slow down or be more careful, she had taken everything he gave her willingly and eagerly, no matter how wild or rough it got. She was sexy as hell and didn’t even know it. Where Kendra was concerned, he was insatiable.
He couldn’t let her go.
Not now. Maybe not ever.
He stared at the wooden beams lining the ceiling. How in the world would he ever convince her to give him a chance? A real chance, not just a one-night stand or sex every now and then.
He wasn’t a fool and knew exactly what he was up against. Kendra was educated, smart, and a genuinely good-hearted person. Not to mention being a well-respected veterinarian that probably ninety percent of the people in the county knew.
Whereas Kendra thought he was a two-bit criminal…a bad guy. She didn’t have any reason to think otherwise. And sometimes he was. The MC knowingly broke the law every day.
The only reason they’d met was because the Liberators had attempted to murder him. He couldn’t imagine what she honestly must be thinking about the whole situation. What if deep down she found him disgusting and repulsive? Doubts dogged him. There was no way what they had shared could last any longer than one night. It was over before it ever had a chance to get going. The realization filled him with a deep aching dread about the future.
But something at the back of his mind kept niggling at him, saying “what if?” What if she was willing to take a chance on him? And then what? Would he even be able to keep her safe? The thought chilled him to the bone. What if the Liberators found out about Kendra and tried to get to him through her? They certainly wouldn’t be above hurting a woman to destroy him.
His thoughts and deepest fears went round and round in his mind. There had to be a way to have it all. He was a talented lawyer and had been known in the Public Defender’s office for being able to work through difficult problems methodically and analytically. He told himself this situation was no different. All he needed to do was calm the fuck down over potentially losing Kendra and think of a solution.
Eventually the answer became clear. If by some miracle he was able to convince Kendra to give him a chance, the threat from the Liberators would have to be eliminated immediately and permanently. No matter what the cost.
The MC would have to take them out. Every fucking last one of them. There would be no survivors. It was time for him to step up beside Jesse and take a leadership role.
If Kendra stayed with him, the only way he could keep her safe was to not rest until every last Liberator was dead.
It was time for the Steel Infidels to go to war.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning, Flint stepped up behind Kendra, who was brushing her teeth at the bathroom sink. He wrapped his strong arms around her and leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
He breathed in deeply. “You smell good,” he murmured into her ear.
Kendra laughed and rinsed out her toothbrush. “Like mint?” she replied. She caught his eyes in the mirror and stilled for a moment. Good Lord! She could get used to this - sharing bathroom space with Flint in the morning after a night of hot sex. His black hair was tousled where she’d run her hands through it so many times she’d lost count. She would never tire of touching him, of running her hands over his hard tattooed muscles. Not even in a million years. Being with a man like Flint could be dangerously addictive, and that thought scared the hell out of her.
“Kendra?” he said, his tone suddenly serious.
“Hmmm….”
He pushed the thick hair off her neck and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Do you want to be my girl?” he asked.
Kendra smiled teasingly at him in the mirror. “Your girl? You mean like in sixth grade, want to go steady sort of thing?”
Flint nibbled on her ear. “Sort of.”
Kendra leaned back into him and wrapped her arms around his. “I’ll admit I haven’t been active in the dating scene much in the past few years, but don’t couples usually date awhile first? You know, go out on a few dates, then eventually get around to talking about being in a monogamous relationship and only dating each other?”
“Probably,” Flint replied. “I suspect that would be how other people would do it.”
Kendra lifted her eyebrows. “And we’re not like other people?”
Flint turned
her around in his arms so she was facing him. “I think you already know we’re definitely not like other people. I realize this is sudden and crazy fast. All I know is that the thought of you being with another man, like you were with me last night makes me feel…” He hesitated for the right word before finding it. “Murderous.”
He placed his forehead against hers and slid his hands down to cup her ass. “So I’m asking you again,” he said. “Will you be my girl?”
Kendra slid her hands up his chest and traced the beginnings of the tattoo on his shoulders. “What exactly does that mean? Your girl? I need more clarification.”
Flint laughed, the deep rumbling vibrating against her breasts. “It means it will be you and me, darling. Just you and me. You would be my girl and I would be your guy.” He placed a slow, warm kiss on her lips. “Your only guy,” he added for emphasis.
Damn, how she liked the sound of that. Flint. Her guy.
It was weird how her whole world had changed in a weekend. She’d spent a lifetime being the good girl, the responsible girl who made the best grades and worked harder than everyone else. Never letting go or being free with her actions because of how other people might look at her or disapprove.
She needed something wild and crazy to shake up her comfortable and boring life.
She wanted to live, and more importantly, to feel alive.
She wanted Flint. And even more than that, deep down Kendra realized she needed him.
“How do you see this working out between us?” she asked, still a tad unsure and hesitant. “You have to admit our lives are so different. What about our families and our friends? How will we fit into each other’s lives?”
Flint shook his head slowly, rubbing his forehead against hers. “I don’t know, darling,” he replied honestly. “All I can tell you is that I play for keeps. All you have to do is trust in me and I will do whatever I have to do to make it work. Give us a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”
