by Sam Crescent
Chapter Five
Sarah couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was in a hotel room with a member of the Hell’s Wolves, and not just any member—she was with Knife. His face pressed against her pussy as she submitted to him. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue backward and forward as he did.
A moan escaped, and she tried to keep her lips shut, but there was no way she could do that with how sinful Knife was being with her.
He thrust two fingers inside her and spread them out, stretching her. From the size of his cock, she needed to be stretched in order to accommodate him.
“I want to hear you screaming for me. If you’re not screaming then I’m not doing it right. Let me hear you scream.”
Knife spun his fingers inside her stroking over her G-spot.
Sarah tried to contain her pleasure, but he just wouldn’t let her. Each touch only added to the fire he built inside her. She started to thrust her pussy up against his face, and he kept on stroking, tonguing her clit at the same time. The pleasure was more than she could stand, and she came apart, rubbing her pussy onto his face. He pounded his fingers inside her, making the orgasm last longer.
She shouted his name, unable to contain her sounds anymore. By the time he pulled away, she was shaking from the pleasure.
“Now that is how a woman is supposed to come,” he said, wiping a hand across his lips. She covered her face at the evidence of how turned on she had actually become. “What’s the matter?” He took hold of her arm, pulling it away from her face. “No hiding.”
“It’s just … your mouth … God, this is horrible.”
“What I did to you was horrible?”
“No, what you did was amazing. No, your lips were covered with my, erm, my—”
“Cream, cum?”
“Yes.” Her cheeks heated even more, and she tried to bury her face against her hands.
“You’ve got nothing to hide or be embarrassed about. Didn’t Ralf ever go down on you?”
“Please don’t make me talk about my ex here, as otherwise you’ve got to share.”
“I don’t have an ex so that is easy for me.”
She lowered her hands. “What?”
“I don’t have any exes. You’re safe in that zone.”
“You’ve slept with lots of women.”
“True, but none of them have belonged to me. They belong to the club. I don’t have exclusive rights to them.”
She frowned. “Exclusive rights?”
“Yep.” He leaned over her, taking one of the condoms that he’d put on the bedside drawer. She watched him tear into the foil packet, and then lower the latex over his impressive erection. His cock blew her away. “You see, to me, dating and calling someone your own, like my old lady or something like that, means there is a contract, an agreement if you will.”
“What kind of agreement?” She was intrigued to find out what he thought of the whole relationship thing.
“You belong to me, which means you’re mine to do with as I see fit, and I don’t mean abusing you.” He touched her stomach and slowly caressed up her body. At the same time, he crawled between her thighs, and she spread them open a little wider. “You see, baby, I can touch you like this. I can have you completely naked, and at my mercy because you belong to me.”
“Does that mean you belong to me?”
“Sarah, all you have to do is tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.” He took hold of her hand and wrapped it around his length. “I’m yours, totally yours, and I will not be with another woman.” He moved between her thighs. The tip of his cock moved through her slit, and she took a breath as he moved down, pressing the head to her pussy.
Staring into his eyes, she moaned as he slowly started to enter her. He was longer and wider than she thought he’d be. Each inch that he pressed inside her made her gasp. She’d never been stretched so much.
“This means you’re mine now.” He slammed the last inch inside her, and Sarah screamed his name. “You’re so tight. Your pussy is squeezing my dick. It knows what it wants.”
“Knife.” She moaned his name as his cock pulsed. Closing her eyes, she basked in the feel of him inside her. It had been too long since she’d been with a man, and right now, it was the best feeling in the world.
“Tell me you feel it, Sarah.”
She opened her eyes to see him staring at her.
They were connected by far more than his cock inside her, and she nodded her head. “Yes, I feel it.”
“Good.” He took her hands and pressed them beside her head. “I’m going to fuck you now, Sarah. I’m going to take you hard.”
“Yes.”
He pulled out of her and slammed to the hilt, and she cried out as he seemed to go deeper than before. Thrusting up to meet him, she looked at where they were joined to see his cock sliding in and out of her.
“I love watching your tits bounce, baby.” To emphasize it, he slammed really hard inside her, making them bounce even more. “Fucking beautiful. You’re a real woman, and that is what I want.”
She’d never had someone compliment her on her figure before. It was entirely shocking and … nice. He made her feel sexy.
He held himself off her and slowly slid in and out of her. “Look at how wet you are, baby. You’re soaking. Touch yourself.”
“What?”
Knife released her hand. “Touch your pretty little pussy. Slide your fingers all over your slit and let me feel how wet you are. Touch us together.”
She slid her hand between them, touching her clit. They both moaned at the same time as her pussy tightened even harder around him.
“So fucking perfect.” He slammed inside her, smashing her hand between them. Caressing her fingers between them she slid down until she felt his cock pressing inside her. “You feel how damn good we are? Your pussy knows who it belongs to.”
Sarah groaned, loving every single one of his words. She loved it when he talked dirty to her.
“And you know who you belong to, don’t you, Sarah?”
“Yes.”
He pounded inside her, and she slowly touched her clit.
“That’s right, baby, bring yourself off while I fuck you. One day soon, I’m going to come inside you, and when I do, I’m going to watch my cum spill between your pussy lips.”
Each word aroused her even more. She couldn’t contain her pleasure.
“I can tell that you like that, Sarah. I’ll push it back inside as well. I’m going to fill your pussy and your ass, and I’m going to enjoy every second.”
She cried out as she came apart.
Knife didn’t stop as he slammed in deep, pounding her into the bed so that the headboard banged the wall.
He claimed her lips as he came, and she wrapped her arms around him. Knife shuddered but didn’t let her go. His tongue plundered her mouth, and she moaned as his kiss lasted long and deep.
When his orgasm subsided, he continued to hold her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, moving over her so that all of his body wasn’t on top of her.
She held onto his side, licking her lips as she stared into his dark eyes. “I’m a big girl. I can take you.”
He cupped her cheek, sliding his thumb across her lip. “That was better than anything I imagined.”
“You imagined me?”
Knife smirked. “When we talked on the phone, I’d touch myself. I could come to the sound of your voice alone.”
“Seriously?”
“Sarah, I’ve been addicted to you from the first moment I saw you. That night in the bar, you did something to me, and I’ve not been able to let go since.”
“Don’t you want to, you know?” She looked down at where they were still joined.
“Do I want to what?”
“Take care of that.”
Knife chuckled. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“No, not at all. I just figured it was something you needed to do.”
; “I’ll take care of the condom soon.” He rested on his hand as he stared down at her. His other hand was still locked with hers. “I’m more than happy to be together.”
She licked her lips. She stared at his heavily inked body, and she remembered what he’d already done to her, and her cheeks heated.
“Don’t be embarrassed.”
“How do you know?”
“You’re red. It’s a beautiful look for you, but it’s not something you need to worry about.” He squeezed her hand just a little tighter. “It looks like I’m going to have to fuck you regularly for you to get used to me.”
Sarah chuckled. “I could get used to that.”
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Sarah had the cutest smile he’d ever seen. Her pussy was tighter than he imagined, and she was just ten times better than he could have hoped for. Knife was in love with her. It wasn’t something that had happened instantly. His feelings for her had grown over the past year from the first night he met her.
“So, how do you want to play this?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You know we’re dating? Going steady.”
She giggled. “Going steady? Do you know how young you sound?”
He laughed along with her, kissing her lips. Knife just couldn’t keep his hands off her. Her body was so fucking sexy. He already had a lot more plans for it.
“You’re the first girl I’ll call my own.”
“I’m your first girlfriend.”
“I told you. You’re exclusively mine.”
“Tell me how this friendship with Saints and Sinners works.”
“Why?”
“Well, last time I was in town you weren’t exactly well liked. You couldn’t just walk through town with your leather cut on. Something must have changed.”
“A lot has changed. Elena and Pipe are a little family. Saint had to make a big show of being the man and we had to pretty much sit back and watch.”
“How?”
“They decided to fight each other. Saint and Pipe, two Prez’s against each other. It got a little ugly for a while. Saint couldn’t handle their relationship, but over time I think they both learned to deal with each other for Elena’s happiness. Then Bluebell arrived, and we’ve struck some kind of deal. It works for us.”
“So does that mean you can stop by Dirty Deeds if you’re not busy with club stuff?”
“You’re not going to ask what I do for the club?”
She shook her head. “I know if you’d want me to, you’d tell me. I’m not going to pressure you into telling me. Besides, if it’s something bad, I don’t have to pretend I don’t know. I’m an awful actress.”
“Did Ralf tell you club stuff?”
“No. He wasn’t part of the club when we were together. I don’t know why he decided to leave the club. He blamed me for it.”
“I’m not going to leave my club, and I’m not going to join the Saints and Sinners either. The Hell’s Wolves are in my blood.”
“I don’t need you to change anything for me. I’m happy with us being together.” She squeezed his hand, and he kissed her knuckles.
He stroked her jaw. “So what are you plans for the rest of the weekend?”
“I’ve got to find my own place. I do not want to stay with Elena and Pipe after the display I got today. We’ve even implemented the whole sock on the door thing. It’s crazy.”
“Would you like me to help you with that?” he asked.
“Finding an apartment?”
“Yes.”
“If you’ve got the time. I can find my own apartment.”
“I don’t want you getting a sore deal. If I’m with you, I’ll know you’re being looked after.”
“You’re going to do the big bad boyfriend routine?”
“You bet, baby.” He kissed her lips, and finally pulled out of her pussy. “Come on, let’s go and take a shower.” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up from the bed.
She released a little squeal. “I can follow you.”
“Not happening.” He turned on the shower with one hand still around her waist, holding her in place. Testing the water, he waited until it was warm before putting his woman inside.
“Seriously, you brute,” she said, laughing.
Removing the condom, he tied it up, wrapped it up in a tissue, and threw it in the trash. He rushed back into the bedroom, grabbing a handful of condoms just in case. Placing them on the edge of the sink, he climbed into the shower, wrapping his arms around his woman. “Got ya.”
“Where did you go?”
“I went and got some condoms.” He kissed the back of her neck, sighing. Knife couldn’t remember a time that he was so happy.
Sarah turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Sex in the shower?”
“I’ve got you naked, in my arms. Do you really think I’m not going to try and fuck you?” He reached down, gripping her ass. She released another little squeal that he just loved. Spreading the cheeks of her ass, he ran his finger between the rounded cheeks. “One day soon, I’m going to fuck this ass.” He pressed against her anus, and she moaned.
“You’re a little big to be going there.”
“I’ll prepare you so you’re begging me for it.” He pressed his thumb, and she yelped as he passed those muscles again, pushing inside her ass. With his other hand, he moved down to slowly slide his finger into her creamy cunt. “You’re already wet for me, baby.”
“I don’t know what comes over me.”
Knife knelt down in the shower and pushed her legs apart. Latching onto her clit, he sucked it into his mouth as he started to fuck her ass and pussy with his fingers.
“Oh God, oh God,” she said, panting.
“I’m not God, baby. I’m just a man who loves eating your pussy.”
She moaned, rubbing her face against his mouth.
He set up a pace, fucking inside her as he teased her clit, over and over again. It wasn’t long before she was coming apart.
Knife grabbed a condom, tearing into the foil, and rolling the latex back over his cock. “We’re going to have to get you protected, baby. This is going to get old real fast.” He pushed her up against the corner of the stall, lifted her thighs, guided his cock to her entrance, and started to slide inside. “All I want to do is feel this tight cunt on my cock, wrapped around me.”
“Knife,” she said. “Shut up, and fuck me.”
He slammed the last few inches inside her. Her tight pussy squeezed him even tighter. “You want me to give it to you hard?”
“Yes.”
Pulling out of her, he turned so that she was facing the wall, and pulled her back. Spreading the cheeks of her ass, he found her entrance, and fucked deep inside her going to the hilt. “Fuck me! You feel so fucking good.” He spread her ass, staring at her anus as he pounded within her. Spitting onto her ass, he rubbed his finger against her hole, and worked another finger inside her. At the same time, he kept on fucking her harder.
She screamed out his name, and that was exactly what he wanted to hear, to constantly have her calling his name.
Fucking her pussy and ass, Knife groaned. For one year he’d been imagining what it would be like between them. He’d always known there was a risk that she would go back to that asshole who left her. Knife wasn’t going to let that fucker have her back. He would have found some way to fight for her. All Sarah had needed to get over Ralf was time, and now he had his chance to finally win over the woman he loved. Knife was going to work his way into her heart, and show her what a real man did for the love of his woman.
Chapter Six
Sarah looked at the newspaper as she waited for the time to open the door of Dirty Deeds. Saint had dropped them off to her at seven in the morning. She’d been waiting outside of the door for the keys. He’d tried to make small talk, and she had simply listened to him.
Circling another possible apartment, she flicked over the page when her alarm went off. Folding the pap
er, she placed it underneath the counter, unlocked the door, and pulled back the blinds from the windows. They didn’t have any over the top sexual items in the window. There were some bags, which they sold, and underwear was on display. The shelves were full, and Elena was due to arrive a little after ten.
The weekend had been amazing. Sarah had only left the hotel room on Saturday morning to head to the cabin. She winced recalling the sock that had been on the door handle when they had gotten there. Knife had stayed with her, and they’d sat outside on the steps waiting for them to finish.
The door to Dirty Deeds opened, and Sarah looked up to see Melissa, Penny’s sister, who also happened to be Pea’s old lady. Sarah also knew that Melissa slept around. Pea and Melissa had a fucked up marriage, but it worked for them.
“Melissa,” Sarah said, coming around the counter, and giving the other woman a hug.
“I heard you were back in town, and I figured I’d come and see for myself.”
“I’m all here.” Sarah gave the woman a little turn. “I guess you can’t get rid of me.”
“That’s not a problem. I missed you.” Melissa pushed her hair off her face, and Sarah gasped. The other woman was sporting a black eye.
“What the fuck happened to you?” She cupped her chin, turning her face this way and that. “Did Pea do this to you?” Sarah couldn’t believe it would be Pea, but he was the only guy that Melissa stayed with. Sure, she had boyfriends, and Pea had his playthings. The more she thought about it, the more Sarah doubted it. It was just that Pea and Melissa’s arrangement was a strange one.
Melissa frowned. “Pea would never hurt me. He’s many things, but a wife beater is not one of them.”
“Does he know? Does the club know?”
“Pea didn’t come home last night, and I’m hoping he never sees it. I thought I had touched it up.” Melissa pressed her fingers to the bruise, and Sarah saw as she winced. “Ouch.”
“You mean some of that is covered up.”
“I tried using foundation.”
“Mel, you can’t cover this up. Who was it?”
Melissa shook her head. “I’m not getting you involved.”
“Is it worse than this?” Sarah grabbed a mirror and held it up for her to see.
