by L. Loren
“He had provided my address to the local police when they pulled him over for a traffic violation earlier in the year. Fortunately for me, I did not believe in cohabitation before marriage. Otherwise, I would have been taken to prison, and they would have frozen all my assets.”
“Damn, the Lords of Death are heavy hitters. I am surprised you came out of that unscathed.”
“Unscathed? No, there is no such thing. I am still affected by the brutal treatment I received. Though they thought they were justified, I had no idea what was going on. I still have a bit of anxiety every time I see or hear anything to do with law enforcement. But what really gets me, is the fact that the man I was with for three years was not who he said he was. He had a whole other life I knew nothing about. I still don’t know how he kept me in the dark. I had no idea he even knew how to ride a bike, let alone ran with a gang. Deception is a bitch. That shit ruins lives.”
Guilt wracked my mind. Everything she said hit home. I knew I couldn’t tell her the truth, but I also knew I needed this woman in my life. Could I walk away and leave her in peace? Hell no, I could not. In that moment, I convinced myself that what I was doing was totally different than what her ex did. I wasn’t deceiving her for the purpose of doing illegal activity. No, I was simply concealing my identity to keep from embarrassing myself in front of my MC family. Not the same thing at all.
“Enough about me. Tell me about you. I am curious.”
“About?”
“Well, you speak with a sexy British accent, but your word choice is oh so American. What gives?”
I chuckled at her choice of words.
“Yeah, I get that all the time. It’s not that interesting if you ask me. The short of it is, I am American, but spent so much time in Great Britain growing up, I picked up the accent. I guess you can take the boy out of America, but you can’t take America out of the boy.”
“Um hmm. That sounds like you just whitewashed that story. I need the deetz. Spill all the tea because I need to know who I’m dealing with.”
I sighed as she looked at me expectantly. There was no getting out of this. I needed to recall the most painful time in my life to make her comfortable with being around me. The guilt from earlier crawled back into my chest, tightening its grip on my heart. Damn, here we go.
“It’s something I don’t really like talking about, but if you insist. When I was seven, my parents divorced, and my father was awarded full custody. My dad was from London and his work visa expired, so he moved us across the pond. His family was very influential, and when he died a year later, they insisted on me staying with them. My mom did not protest since she was busy with her new family. My grandparents were strict disciplinarians and had no problem piling their expectations on the shoulders of an eight-year-old.
“I spent most of my time in boarding schools. Being an American and used to my loving and attentive father, I was miserable. Speaking with a southern accent because I had learned to talk while living in Florida, I was considered an outlier. None of the kids wanted me around, and I became an embarrassment to my family. It didn’t matter that I excelled in academics and athletics during my tenor. All they cared about was being seen in a good light in polite society.
“I was a thorn in their side, so I forced myself to talk with a British accent. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do. It only that managed to put them off even more. They took it as if I was making a mockery of their culture. Because they were so nasty, I kept doing it. It just stuck over the years.”
“Oh my goodness, Grant. I am so sorry.”
“No need. The bad treatment gave me the balls to be an independent man. I was able to escape their control. Otherwise, I would be stuck in the U.K. in some sort of political arena or something else I am not interested in. Sure, I went to the finest schools and graduated top of my classes, but I wanted no part of that life. I am sure my grandparents are rolling over in their graves at the thought that their highly educated grandson is a lowly bookstore owner.”
My voice cracked as I said the final words. Fuck! I thought I had gotten over that pain of rejection. Unable to look at Ruby, I took great interest in the palms of my hands, waiting for her to reject me too. Instead, I felt her body heat become warmer. When I looked up, she was leaning in to snag a kiss. My heart leapt in my chest.
“I am so sorry, Grant. Not for you, but for them. From what I can see, they missed out on loving a wonderful man. You are funny, kind, sweet, slightly mysterious, and sexy as hell. It was their loss. I don’t plan on making that mistake.”
When her lips touched mine in the sweetest kiss I had ever experienced, I was done for. There could never be another woman that could make me feel like Ruby did. Something inside of me snapped, and I took over the kiss. My emotions were all over the damn place. No longer feeling like a sweet snack, I was in the mood for hard and rough. I pressed my lips against hers as hard as I could. I needed her.
Eight
Ruby
This wasn’t good. I mean it was good, but not for me. Oh, I don’t know. What I did know was, if I kept kissing this man like I was, my panties were going to end up in his pocket. I couldn’t do that, could I? I didn’t want to waste my WAP™, but Grant was sexy as hell, and he was throwing off some big dick energy. I wanted him. That’s the pull I decided to listen to. Fuck it. I would worry about being labeled a slut in the AM. Tonight I was going to dust this thang off and get me a piece of heaven.
The way this man devoured my mouth felt amazing. It was like he was trying to climb inside my soul. I felt so drawn to Grant. What was it about him? Maybe it was his eyes. They were narrow and made him look like he had seen more things than I could imagine. Wisdom. That’s what was hiding behind his shy persona. The man was absolutely delicious.
I returned his kiss with the same fever that he was giving me. He left me breathless. Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him with me as I lay down on the couch. The groan that left his mouth told me he was in just as desperate need as I was. Oh my goodness. The hardness in his pants was maddening. I clawed at his belt trying to get to it, but he stopped me by grabbing my hands and pinning my arms above my head.
Damn, I wanted to see what he was working with. This was a bad sign. It would be just my luck that I would fall for a sexy guy who had everything going for him except he was stubby. I swear before God if this man wasn’t at least six inches, I was going to fight him. Six was my minimum. Anything less than that and there was no way I was getting off. I needed to get off.
As my mind drifted off into oblivion, my body came alive. Hands. Hands were everywhere. It seemed as if Grant had turned into an octopus with eight hands rubbing, flicking, pinching, and pulling all over me. It felt so damn good that my body began to quake with mini orgasms. Well, well, well. This was going to be a fun night. One of those appendages was hiking my dress up while another had found my treasure and was panning for gold. He grunted unexpectantly as I felt him lifting off of me for a second. The next thing I knew, there was an enormous amount of pressure pushing at my lock box, demanding entry.
“Mmm, nice and wet for me.”
Oh my goodness! It wouldn’t fit. I guess I got my answer. It had been a while, but I thought pussies were made of stretchy material. Plus, it was like sailing, you never forgot how to do it once you’d successfully navigated the harbor. Shit, I was delirious. Why the hell was I talking in sailing riddles? All I knew was this fool had released the kraken on my unsuspecting pussy. I wasn’t ready.
“Fuck, baby. You’re a tight fit. Don’t worry though, I’ll make it good for you.”
He went about trying to fit his square peg into my round hole even though it was clearly too big to fit. Well, it wasn’t square, but you know what I’m talking about. He started rubbing my clit with his tip, making me feel all kinds of good. Every nerve ending in my body was on edge and Miss Kitty was gushing. I was on the verge of another mini orgasm. I was rocking my pelvis up to meet his touch when pain exploded through my nethe
r region.
“Oh, shit! Oh, shit. Take it out!” I screamed as I crawled backwards on the couch. I moved so fast you would have thought my panties were on fire. Fuck! It felt like he shoved his fist in me. I know good and damn well his head wasn’t the size of a fist. Not up in here! Oh no. I wanted to walk out of this store, not be wheeled out in an ambulance.
“Where do you think you’re going? This was just getting interesting. Bring that ass back down here and take this thing off.”
Take what thing off? I looked to see what he was talking about, and the man was holding my wig! Kill me now. Rebecca had fallen off when I was trying to get away, and now, he was twirling her around on his finger. I could see my pitiful life flashing before my eyes. Here lies Ruby Meyers. Cause of death, stage IV humiliation. Before I could snatch my hair and run far, far away, Grant flung Rebecca across the room, latched on to my thighs, and pulled me back underneath him and was preparing to mount me again. I’ll say this. The man was nothing, if not persistent.
“I know what you need, baby. I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
He leaned back on his haunches and lowered his face between my thighs. His wet hot tongue massaged my pussy lips like an old friend. “Mmm. Delicious. I should have tasted you first. Won’t make that mistake again.”
Grant dove back in for another taste, causing my body to jolt. He licked and sucked at my lips for a while and then switched things up by latching onto my clit and sucking the life out of me.
“Oh God, Grant! I’m coming, baby.” I screamed my release as he lapped up every bit of my cream.
“Now you’re ready for me.”
The sexiest man alive, according to Ruby Magazine, licked my essence from his mouth while staring deep into my eyes. This time when he entered me, it was uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt like before. He started moving his pelvis, rocking back and forth. Sparks of fire, puffs of smoke, and flashes of lightening. All three of those natural occurrences went off at the same time as my new husband fucked another orgasm out of me in less than a minute. Now you know why I said husband, not boyfriend. Bitch, I was never letting this man go. I would catch a case over this one here. That Obsession bitch better watch her back. There will be no more of those hugs she likes to give so freely. If I catch another woman... Daaaaamn! There I went again. How many was that. This man was not human. Where did he come from? I needed to see this magic stick he was working with.
I pushed him to the side, trying to take control, but the only thing I ended up doing was flipping us off the couch. Bam. We hit the floor with a loud thud. Grant didn’t miss a beat. The man grabbed me by the hips and pulled me on top of him.
“Ride me, baby. That’s what you wanted, right? Get to it.”
He smacked my ass, jolting me out of my shock. Oh, he was something else. I seated myself on his throne and threw my head back. Soo good! I may have been out of practice, but my muscle memory kicked in, and I started bucking on his lap. Tits were flopping, juices were slopping, and my body was tingling. Fuck, I was nasty. He seemed to love it, though.
“Damn, Ruby, ride your dick, baby. Take what’s yours. Claim this d.”
Okay then, I guess I wasn’t his first black woman. He had way too much swag for that to be true. Grant was larger than I was used to. I had to adjust my position so I could get my rhythm going. Squatting over him, I dropped it low and popped back up. My thighs were burning from lack of use, but my slit was soaked. The way he lifted his pelvis to match my moves sent me into another level of pleasure. The man was discovering parts of my pussy I had no idea existed. I had to lean forward and place my hands on his chest to keep from toppling over.
“Fuck, baby! That feels so good! Don’t stop.”
The words echoed in my ears, but then I realized I was the one saying them. What in the hell? I was so lost in the moment I didn’t even realize I was screeching and clawing at the man. My body exploded once again, and this time I brought him along for the ride. His hot semen shot into me, causing me to realize that I had just fucked a virtual stranger raw. Oh my God! I hadn’t made him use a condom. Panic began to set in, but he grabbed me and pulled me into his body.
“Don’t worry, love. I’m clean.”
Was he clairvoyant? No matter, my body relaxed, and my breathing started evening out until it hit me that STDs were not the only thing that comes from unprotected sex. Again, he whispered to me to soothe my anxiety.
“If you get pregnant, I’ll be ecstatic. I may want to wait a little while, but there is no doubt, I want you to be the mother of my children.”
My fucking head exploded as he held me to his chest. His soft snores filled the room as I lay there in his arms waiting for aliens to make an appearance. I had to be in the fucking twilight zone.
Grant ...
I awoke to find my woman trying to sneak out on me like I was some sort of one-night stand. She was funny. Did she really think she could get away from me that easily? Not after the fucking she gave me earlier. Hell, I wanted more, and I intended to have it. To have her... permanently.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Ruby just about jumped out of her satiny skin. She was glowing. She paused in the middle of picking up that damn wig from off the floor. Her ass was in the air calling to me. A low growl rumbled from my belly, as I leapt to my feet and stalked over to her, before she could stand up.
“I... I was planning on going home.”
“Without waking me?”
My hands found the round of her ass and started caressing her there. The moan she gave me instantly caused my cock to flex. The look on her face said she was loving my touch on her luscious body. Spinning her around in my arms so her ass was pressed against my throbbing cock, I ran my hand up her beautiful neck and applied pressure. When her head fell back against my chest, I knew I had the green light. Choking a woman during sex could be tricky, but she seemed to like it. Let’s see how far she’ll let me take it.
Reaching between us with my other hand, I concentrated on removing my belt from my pants, while peppering kisses along her shoulder. I leaned closer, allowing my mouth to nibble on her ear before whispering instructions to her.
“Bend over, baby. Let me see that ass.”
She immediately did as she was told. Good. She likes to be handled in the bedroom. I was really going to enjoy this woman. The look of that perfect ass wiggling at me almost made me lose control. I couldn’t do it though. She needed to know I meant business with her. I slide my hands over her backside while simultaneously lifting the skirt of her dress. Damn! How did I get so lucky? I pulled down her lace panties and gasped at the vision before me. She was dripping.
“You do not leave me in the middle of the night. Do you understand?”
She nodded her head, but that was not what I needed from her. She needed to verbally express her understanding. There was no room for misinterpretation as far as I was concerned.
“Say it out loud.”
“I understand.”
“You understand, what?”
She shot me a sultry look over her shoulder. Those big brown eyes bore into me, and it was almost my undoing. Fuck. She was sexy.
“I understand that I am not allowed to leave you in the middle of the night, sir.”
Got to be more careful! When she called me sir, my knees just about went out from under me. Damn. She knew just what I liked without me telling her. I adjusted my package as I watched the honey develop on her lips and needed to taste her. Before doing that, I reminded myself of the lesson she needed to learn. If she was the kind of woman I thought, that would just mean more honey for me to extract when the time came.
I held the belt in my hand, after wrapping the leather strap around my fist, leaving about six inches hanging loose. After showing the belt to her, I informed her what was happening.
“I am going to use this strap on you, so you never forget. If it gets to be too much, simply call my name. Otherwise, keep referring to me as sir. Nod
if you understand and agree.”
Ruby nodded her head, bringing me great joy. I half expected her to stand up, smack my face, and leave. It was always tricky when introducing a little play into a sexual relationship. However, I was banking on the fact that she loved my books. The main characters usually had a thing for kinky sex. I took a step back for a second to just admire my girl. Her gorgeous pussy was on display. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. It fueled everything in my psyche: A beautiful woman who I was head over heels for, a great ass thrust into the air awaiting my command, and a room full of books. It just didn’t get any better than that.
Her eyes widened as she took in the belt I held in my hand. My girl braced for impact as I raised the belt and let it fall onto her cheek. I lifted my eyebrow at the slight jiggle of her butt. She called out, but her throat was dry. Even after clearing it, her voice sounded raspy but full of lust when she spoke.
“Please, sir. I want you to beat my ass with your strap and fuck my pussy with your mouth.”
Damn! I had planned on doing just that. Taking the leather strap, I whacked her ass from left to right, in quick succession. Her brown skin was marred with a lovely shade of red. It was hot to the touch. This is what I have been waiting for all my life. A woman who was this fine, sweet, and was into a bit of kink. I had hit the jackpot.
I leaned over and tasted her syrupy sweet nectar. She was the most delicious treat I had ever had. I squatted behind her, shoving my face between her legs, and lapping her honey like it was my last meal. Ruby could not stand still.
“Oh, Grant! Baby, I’m coming.”
I tightened my grip and doubled my efforts, trying to lick and suck Ruby into oblivion. Her legs began to shake, and before I could react, her knees went out from under her. I fell back, still gripping my woman, not wanting to stop tasting her for one second. We collapsed onto the floor with Ruby straddling my face. I ate her until she begged for mercy. Just as I was about to have her ride my cock again, there was a loud knock on the door of the store. Fuck!
