by Alexa Rynn
She gagged a little bit but I pressed further into her anyway, shoving myself deeper inside of her and holding it there for a few seconds until I inched further and further along so that practically my entire cock was inside of her mouth.
“Oh, yeah, right there, Harper, that’s what I wanted.” I pushed back and forth a few times once I was deep and she gagged and pulled back, startled at something so big being so far back in her throat.
Once she was free she started to cough heavily.
“It’s okay,” I reassured her once she caught her breath. “You did great, you just need a little more practice.” I pushed her hair behind her ear. “Let’s try again, baby.”
She looked down at my throbbing cock one more time and then nodded slowly, opening her mouth again and starting to suck on me again. This time, when she got to the middle of my shaft she pushed herself further down and sucked me off.
After a few minutes, I pulled her head again, pushing myself so deep that I could feel her throat. Holy fuck, her mouth was so fucking deep it took my whole cock! I couldn’t remember the last time a club whore had done that! Or any woman for that matter! Harper was definitely a keeper.
Once my cock was completely down her throat I linked my other hand under her chin and pushed harder and harder into her, pulling me cock forward and backward down her throat. I was going to cum I could feel it, I loved being deep throated, it was the ultimate turn on to me.
“That’s so fucking good, Harper,” I moaned as I continued to get off. “You don’t even know how good you are at it, do you?” I thrust even further into her mouth and my cock started to jerk, letting me know my hot load of cum was on its way out and ready to get lost down her throat.
I pulled out of her mouth and pushed myself backward, trying to regain my composure. No, I wasn’t ready to cum yet, I wanted to stick my dick between that huge chest of hers first. “Get up,” I told her. “Get up and lay back down on the couch like a good girl.”
Harper stood up gasping for breath and turned around to start walking back toward the couch. I looked at her ass in her little red dress and groaned. I reached out and smacked onto one of her cheeks really hard before grabbing the other one and pinching it. “Look at that fucking junk in your trunk, Harper.”
I loved myself a little ass play but that was going to have to wait for another day, I was already way too turned on to handle much more and my big load was long overdone to come on out. I reached out and gave it another hard slap before she turned around and lay down on the sofa. She’d probably never been fucked in her tight little asshole before and the thought of me being the first one sent a sense of satisfaction up and down my body.
But first thing was first, I bet she had never been tit fucked either. “Hold your huge boobs together, Harper,” I told her. “Now.” I ran my hand over my cock and rubbed her spit all over it, wanting it to stay nice and wet for the task at hand.
Harper half smiled nervously. “Breaker, I’ve never…. I mean, I’ve never done that before.” She slipped her hands halfway up her stomach and starting playing with the fabric of her dress that was pulled down to her stomach.
I knew she never had but I liked hearing her say it. “You’ve never what?” I said out loud even though I knew exactly what she was talking about. “I don’t know what you mean.”
She flushed. “I’ve never had one of those in my boobs before.”
I grinned at the words; I was going to be her first tit fuck, just like I wanted. “You’ve never had one of what in your boobs before?” I pushed forward and took her hands, guiding them under her boobs and showing her that I wanted her to push them together.
“You know what I mean!” she exclaimed.
“Do I?” I smirked and yanked down on one of her big nipples. “You’ve never had one of what between your boobs before, Harper?” I yanked on her other nipple. “Come on, I want to hear you say it.”
And I did, I knew hearing her say the words out loud would further determine my control over her and make me feel even more powerful. I wanted her to tell me that I was the first man she was going to let stick his cock between her huge boobs.
“I’ve never had a cock between them before,” she whispered.
I grinned and reached down, smacking one of her boobs really hard. “What size bra are you, Harper? What size bra do you need to keep these huge things in line, huh?”
She turned a light shade of purple. “Oh, my God!”
It was so hot the way she had the nerve to get embarrassed every time I asked her anything sexual like she was a good girl who wasn’t allowed to talk about such dirty things.
“I’m not going to tell you that,” she said.
I reached out and slapped her other boob really hard. “Come on, tell me, it’ll be our little secret.” I moved her hands to the sides of her huge tits so that they were ready for me to stick my fat cock in. “Tell me how big my huge boobs are.”
She seemed unsure and then she whispered something softly.
“What’s that?” I pressed her. “Speak up.”
“They’re a 36 DD.”
“Mmm,” I grabbed at one of them and squeezed, it never got old, they were so fucking big. “You want me to stick my cock between those DD’s, Harper?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Say please.”
“Please stick your cock between my DD’s,” she said, learning from her mistakes earlier and saying the entire sentence this time. “I want you to be the first man I ever let fuck me between my big boobs!”
I inhaled and thrust my cock between her big ass boobies, shoving it in and out, slow at first and then faster and faster. It felt so fucking good being between her huge boobs, they were so big that my cock got lost inside of them. I fucked her even harder and once again the sofa started rocking back and forth.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes!” I kept going, not slowing down for a second. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out, Harper! Do it! Open up wide and stick that fucking tongue out!”
She obeyed and a second later I was sticking my cock through her massive tits and into her open mouth over and over again, getting off in the best possible way without actually being inside of her fat pussy.
I couldn’t take it anymore! I was going to fucking explode!
I pulled myself out of her boobs and stood over her, stroking my cock back and forth as I looked down at her. “Hold your boobs together, Harper, I want to cum all over your boobs.”
She linked her fingers under her chest and held them together for me while she looked up at me with her pretty little eyes. I ordered her to bounce them up and down and she did nice and slow, never taking her eyes off of me.
A few more strokes and then I came all over her huge titties.
The white foam was all over her chest and I took the tip of my dick to rub it into her nipples while I looked down at her. “I want every drop of me to be rubbed into those big watermelons, Harper.”
She took her fingers and started to rub it in slowly while I watched. By the time she was all done I was standing over her, looking on in amazement.
She made me want to do it all over again.
Chapter Six
HARPER
I rolled over and peeked my eye open, looking at my surroundings. My room was pitch black even though the time on the bedside table told me it was the middle of the afternoon. I sat up in bed quickly and then threw my hands over my chest when I realized I was fully exposed. My bra and dress were both completely pulled down, leaving my bare breasts exposed and everything that I had done last night came rushing back.
I pulled my bra and dress up and shot out of bed, creeping out into the living room and looking around. I was terrified about what I was going to find out there but one look around told me that it hadn’t been a dream.
The pillows from the couch were thrown all over, crumpled blankets on the floor, scratches on the hardwood from where Breaker had rocked my body so hard that the furniture couldn’t stop moving
.
I couldn’t believe what I had done!
I’d let Breaker Hughes do nasty unthinkable things to me!
Sexual things!
And what was worse was that I had liked it.
I had liked it a lot.
Hell, I had even loved it.
What was wrong with me? I never hooked up with guys I had just met! I didn’t even hook up with guys I had gone on numerous dates with! I always wanted to wait until I was in a relationship! Until it really meant something! That had always been my rule! And there I was, letting Breaker do whatever the hell he wanted to me.
Why did he have to be so… so…
So good at it?
One thing was for sure, the rumors were true. He clearly had a lion in his pants. I'd never seen a dick that big in my entire life, it was like something that only existed on another planet. I was starting to think he was superhuman or something.
Whatever, it was clearly a mistake.
I kept repeating the words to myself over and over again.
It was a mistake. It was a mistake.
But in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder where he was? My apartment wasn’t very big and the bathroom door was wide open, the chances of him still being here were very slim unless he was hiding in the closet or something.
I walked over to my front door and swung it open, only to come face to face with a large biker. He was sitting in a folding chair outside of my door that looked like it was about to buckle under his weight. Long hair fell down his back in a braid and he was covered in head to toe leather.
“Oh!” I said, jumping back. “You scared me!”
He looked up from the paper in his hand and picked a coffee up off of the ground, taking a long sip. “Sorry about that, Mrs. Parker, was there something you needed?”
“No, I was just… who are you? What are you doing here?”
“I’m just hanging out,” the man said, looking me up and down. “My name’s Butch. Mr. Hughes asked me to stay here and hang out with you for a while.”
God only knew what he was thinking about me based on my appearance, I was still in my clothes from last night, and my makeup and hair must have looked like they were crusted on and stepped all over.
“Oh,” I said. “Hang out with me or hang out with the outside of the door?”
The look on his face told me it was the latter.
“And I suppose I’m not allowed to go anywhere?”
Again, I could tell I was right without him answering.
“Is Breaker going to be coming back?” I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for him to speak. This time, he was going to have to do more than just give me a blank stare.
After what felt like forever he finally said. “I don’t think so.”
“Wonderful,” I said, slamming the door shut in his face and stomping toward the other side of the room. I grabbed a clean towel and headed into the bathroom to shower.
It was clear Breaker Hughes didn’t give a fuck about me; he hadn’t even bothered to stay around the morning after. I was probably just another girl to him, just another groupie who worshiped the ground he walked on, I couldn’t believe I had even allowed myself to get caught up in it.
What a jerk!
I turned the water on as hot as it could go and stripped my dress and bra off, once I had them in my hand I crumbled them into a ball and tossed them into the garbage.
Along with them went any thought of Breaker Hughes!
Or at least that’s what I told myself.
Chapter Seven
BREAKER
I swung the door to the clubhouse shut and stomped inside. I had run home to shower before I handled business. Not that I wanted to get any trace of Harper’s juices off of my body but there was a time and place for everything and I didn’t want the brothers catching wind of what had gone on last night.
Normally I wouldn’t care if they had known I’d hooked up with a girl, especially one that was as fine as Harper, but this was different. Very few people knew the whole story about Harper, about who she was and why she was so important to me and to the club, only very high up brothers had that privilege.
However, even the lower brothers on the poll knew enough to knew she meant something to me, even if they weren’t sure what, I was sure some of them thought it was a little crazy, the obsession I seemed to have with her. But the truth was something way worse than crazy; the truth was something that I would carry with me forever.
Something I wouldn’t even reveal from my grave.
When I walked into the office, papers and plans were spread out all over the desk, evidence that the committee meeting had taken place without me this morning.
Brick pushed himself back from the chair he was sitting in at the head of the table and clapped his hands together a few times. “Well, well, would you look at who finally decided to show up!” He glanced at the expensive watch on his wrist. “Only about four hours late, too, that’s a new record for you.”
“Nice of you to wait for me,” I mumbled, closing the distance between us and glancing down at some of the finical figures that were laid out in front of us.
Brick chuckled. “If we waited for you every time you were late for a committee meeting then we would never have any committee meetings because we would be too busy waiting for you the entire time.”
I huffed and looked down at all the illegal transactions we had coming in from bank accounts across seas. In the beginning, how much money we were making used to shock me, it was a cultural shock, going from having nothing to absolutely anything we wanted, but now I was used to it. I was a businessman, even if it wasn’t in the traditional sense.
“I got caught up.” I shoved a bunch of the papers across the table at him, bored. “Anything interesting happening or is it the same old shit?”
“You always get caught up,” Brick pointed out. His tone had that familiarity to it, the one he always got when he was about to give me a huge lecture when we were kids.
“Ah, Brick, can you not lay into me right now? Please?” I really wasn’t in the mood to hear a lecture right now. Sometimes you would think he was older than me and not my kid brother; I swear. “I really don’t feel like hearing it.”
“Who’s giving you a lecture?” Brick asked, acting shocked that I would even imply such a thing. He moved over and sat back down in the chair he had just recently gotten up from, picking up a few papers in his hands and shoveling them back and forth.
I waited impatiently, knowing it was only a matter of time.
“So,” he said after a few more beats. “Where were you all night?” He said it lightly but his tone was laced with a warning and something condescending.
I groaned. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
Brick placed his hands on the table in front of him and pushed the wheels back of the chair he was in and then leaned back and swung his feet up onto the table, crossing one of his long legs over the other. “Can you blame me? You weren’t exactly at the top of your game last night.”
“First of all, if you’re trying to look cool, you’re failing.” I pushed his feet back down onto the ground and almost sent him flying backward in his chair. “You just look like a douche bag. Second of all, I’m always on the top of my game.”
He chuckled. “Being on top of your game would have been making sure Harper got home yourself in the first place instead of sending her off in some cab…”
“I did make sure she got home safe,”’ I snapped. “I was following after her the whole time. I didn’t… I was trying to stay the hell away from her.”
My brother laughed loudly. “Staying the hell away from her would have been not approaching her period! You should have never said a word to her. The whole point of this was to stay out of sight. That’s been the plan since the beginning or do you not remember that far back?”
I sighed, I hated when people told me Brick and me were so alike that we might as well be twins. My little brother migh
t have looked just like me but he wasn’t anything like me when it came to our personalities. Everyone was always black and white to Brick, you either got something or you didn’t.
There was never any gray area.
Me? I lived in the gray area.
And no matter what anyone said, Harper was a gray area.
“What did you want me to do? Let her get taken into an alley and beat the shit out of and then raped?” I shook my head. “Come on, we know what happens to girls that leave with Trevor, they never come back, and if they do they’re never the same.”
He shrugged. “Have you tried to save every girl who Trevor has hooked up with? Because I’m pretty sure it never bothered you that much before.”
“Oh, don’t even go there,” I told him, walking over to the fridge in the corner of the office and swinging it open. “I wanted to deal with Trevor a long time ago, you never wanted to start a fucking war.” I took a beer out of the fridge and tossed it to him before I took a second out for myself and popped the top off and taking a long swig out of the top.
“That’s drama we don’t need. Besides, if we started a war with every biker who played women we’d be fighting every single day of the year.” He took a small swig of his drink. “Including some of our own.”
I shook my head. “It’s different, the girls we hook up with know what it is from the start. They know they're no hopes of a relationship forming and no one makes them do anything they don’t want to,” I pointed out.
Brick laughed loudly. “Oh, please, you really think the girls we give it to think that we’re never going to talk to them again after?” He shook his head. “You’re stupid but you aren’t that stupid, bro. Hell no, every girl thinks she’s going to be the one.” He grabbed a bag of chips off the counter and tore them open, shoving a handful of greasy food into his mouth and chewing loudly. “Every bitch wants to feel like she’s the only one who can make you change, the only one who makes you believe in love again.”
