Turning Point: BBW Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance

by Harmony Raines

  “Faith, you OK?”

  She buried her head in her hands, unable to answer him.

  “Can I come in?” The door opened before she had time to answer. “Hey, come on. What’s the matter?”

  “I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t help it.” She was so close to tears.

  He laughed. “You’re not the first woman to do that, you won’t be the last.” He came and knelt before her, pulling her hands gently away from her face. “Come to bed with me Faith.”

  Looking into his face, she felt the first tug of something more than just lust, an ache that only he could ease. Again, she told herself to get out of this, because the deeper her feelings grew the harder she would fall when he tired of her and sent her away.

  However, it was pointless to kid herself she could walk away now, she wanted him, and needed to find out what it was like to be made love to by this man. She lifted her fingers to trace along his cheek, and down over his chest. He was still naked and she noted the hardening of his cock as she touched his skin. She smiled, and he lifted her hand and kissed her fingers, sucking on them, making her body tingle deep inside.

  She craved him, to feel him inside her, to experience him taking her slowly. When he pulled her up to her feet, she followed him willingly. Eager to please him she held his hand tightly as he led her back to the bedroom, tumbling down onto the bed next to her.

  He turned on his side and kissed her, trailing his lips down her neck and then over her breasts. She shifted to face him, and his hands cupped her breasts before he sucked her taut nipple into his mouth. Lifting her leg, she placed it over his thigh, allowing his fingers to enter her wet sex. Her body tensed as he pushed deep inside her, her fingers stroked his back, and her mouth kissed his neck.

  Arching her back, she pushed forward onto him, wanting more of him inside her. What she really longed for was his thick cock, to feel joined with him, as he plundered her heated depths. Snake wanted to tease her more first. His thumb grazed her clit, the position of her legs making it easy for him to stroke her there.

  She murmured in his ear, incoherent words of pleasure as he took her close to a shuddering climax. Her body took on the rhythm of their lovemaking; she closed her eyes and imagined he was inside her as she rose to new heights.

  “It’s no good, I need to be inside you,” he said, suddenly stopping and grabbing a condom. He slid it on, telling her, “I really want to ride you without this thing on.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He flipped her onto her back and positioned himself between her thighs, sliding forward to push against her slick entrance. “One day I’ll put our child in your belly.”

  Faith was shocked, and was about to ask him if he meant those words truthfully, but then he plunged deep inside her. The way he moved, their bodies joined as one, meant in no time at all she couldn’t even remember her own name. All she knew was that he was very big, and impaled her very deeply.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed, pushing into her.

  His lips met hers and he kissed her tenderly, his thrusts becoming less forceful. Cupping her face with one hand, he stroked her cheek, sliding his tongue into her mouth, making her feel closer to him than she had ever felt to anyone before. She moved against him, pressing her body close to his, moulding her soft curves to his hard muscled body.

  He stilled inside her, lying motionless, her sex gripping him, tightening around him like a snug sheath. For an endless time they lay like this, lips pressed together, as though nothing else in the world mattered.

  There was no need for words; there was simply the two of them here together in this moment. Faith felt as though their relationship had been hit by a reset button. All that had passed no longer mattered, other than her sudden acceptance that she did belong to him. She did not need a tattoo to remind her of that, it was now ingrained in her very soul.

  Snake moved again, slowly at first, and then his momentum grew, pushing her back towards that shuddering peak of pleasure. His hips pushed forward, pressing her against the bed, allowing him to penetrate her deeper with each stroke. When Faith thought he could press no deeper, he grasped her knee and lifted her leg, each lunge almost painfully filling her sex.

  His orgasm grew, his hips circling to stretch her, she clung to him, her nails scratching his back as he drove her over the edge, her body tensing and then relaxing as she came. He nipped at her shoulder in the grip of his climax, an animal seeking release, thrusting into her until she ached inside.

  Slumping down by the side of her, he lay still, his breathing ragged and hard. His hands stroking her skin, keeping up the intimate contact between them, even though sex was over. She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel near to him, trying to put together the jigsaw of their relationship, difficult when her thoughts were so confused.

  “You know this goes against everything I stand for.”

  His words stirred her from a peaceful place, where she was dreaming living together with Snake, and the promise of children. She wanted to ask him what he had meant, but was scared of his answer.

  “What, being here with me?”

  “No, the way I feel about you, the things you make me want to do. Things I never thought were for me.” He spoke quietly, and right there in that moment he could have been anyone. An accountant, a shopkeeper, not the rough and ready biker she had assumed he was.

  “What sort of things?”

  “A house, settling down. Kids even.”

  “Aren’t those things you want?”

  “Never have up till now. My mom wasn’t the maternal type. I swore I would never have kids unless I could guarantee them a better childhood than I had.”

  “Same here, I suppose. But you’ve had so many women. I’m nothing special.”

  He turned to look at her, his hand on her cheek, his face fierce. “You’re wrong. The way you stayed true to whoever put you up to what you did last night. The strength you found to take what I did to you in front of my brothers.”

  “It wasn’t so hard, not when I wanted you so badly.”

  “So I would ask you the same thing, why someone like me?”

  “Other than the obvious?” She reached between them and stroke his cock, which hardened in her hand.

  “If you keep doing that, you had sure better be ready to take the consequences.”

  “Oh, I am.” She kissed him, but then pulled back. “I want to trust you.” The words slipped out, raw and needy, and she felt stupid. Covering up her raw emotion she finished lightly with, “Anyway, don’t I belong to you now?”

  He glanced down at the tattoo, still a little inflamed, and said, “You most certainly do, Faith. You most certainly do.”

  He kissed her breasts, his tongue curling around her nipple, and then his mouth covered it, sucking it in hard. His hands cupped them, his palms chaffing the sensitive skin while his mouth took each hardened bud in turn and tortured them until they were sore.

  She writhed against him, her hand trying to keep a steady rhythm, pumping his cock until he was incredibly hard. The first of his precome appeared, and he pressed himself forward, groaning with need.

  “I want you to ride me Faith, I want you to sit on my cock, so I can watch you come around me.”

  “I’ve never...”

  “There’s a first time for everything.” He reached for the condoms, and handed one to her. “Don’t say it,” he said when she opened her mouth to speak.

  Her skin flushed red, and she closed her mouth and silently took the condom from him. With some help from Snake, she placed it over the head of his cock and slowly rolled it down, shyly watching the way he squirmed as her hand pressed against his cock. When it was securely in place, he rolled on to his back and she looked down at him apprehensively.

  “It’s time you took control, Faith.”

  He held out his hand and she took it, allowing him to guide her so she was sat with one leg either side of him, straddling his chest. She felt open to him, exposed, especia
lly when he slid a hand between her thighs and ran it along the length of her slit.

  Pushing inside her with two fingers he said, “Lower yourself down, that’s right. Now that’s all you have to do.”

  She had to admit it would be so good to have him inside her like this. He was right; this would give her some control over how much of him she took. Snake rubbed her clit, his finger slipping in and out of her until she was nice and wet, and definitely ready for him.

  “Hold my cock in your hand, that’s right. Now lift yourself up nice and high, and get comfortable before you sit on me.”

  She did as he asked, holding him firmly, when she felt the head of his cock pressing against her outer lips she paused, trying to compose herself. Slowly, she took the head of him inside her sex, and then inched herself down on him.

  She stretched to accommodate him. Gripping him as she lowered herself further and further down onto his hard length. In this position, he felt much wider than before, his cock causing an intense friction inside her.

  Closing her eyes, she concentrated on every movement, trying to control her body. His hands on her breasts made her lurch forward in surprise, and she felt the wonderful movement of her sex against his cock. Finding that even more enjoyable, she moved in a steady circular motion while she lowered herself further.

  Stretched and full, and getting fuller with each moment that passed while she lowered herself until she was sat in his lap. Faith had worried whether she would be able to take him completely like this, and she had a moment of triumph when she realised she had.

  Opening her eyes, she looked down on him, and smiled. Then she began to experiment with increased movement, lowering herself and then rising up to allow him to slide against her inner walls. At the same time, she managed to move, swaying on him, rotating her hips until she found exactly what she liked.

  Snake allowed her to explore. To test and experiment, all the while taking them both closer to an incredible orgasm.

  “Oh god, that’s good.” His hands gripped her hips, his fingers hard on her skin, his hips lifted off the bed and he tried to impale her even deeper, then he cried out, filling her with his seed. She felt him pulsing inside her, and she let herself go to follow him into the throes of an intense orgasm.

  Her hips rose and fell; she pumped her body up and down on him. Almost out of control as she rode him, making him come harder. Her sex gripped him, and her inner muscles tensed tightly around him, making him cry out, a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

  Sweat beaded both their bodies, the intensity of their lovemaking exhausting. Without a word she lay by him, her head resting on his chest, and her eyes closed, soothed to sleep by the beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest.

  How long she slept, she didn’t know, but Faith woke feeling cold. She turned over to snuggle up against Snake’s warm body, however, when she moved towards him, she found he was not there. The fact he had abandoned her sent a chill through her body. Why had he left her, what if someone else came into the room, thinking she was one of the whores?

  Worse, what if that was what she was now? If she got up and tried the door, would it be locked? Was she a prisoner of the Dread Cult MC’s now?

  Getting up quickly, she saw his shirt still on the floor where he had dropped it, but his pants were gone. Anxiety seeped into her head, she needed to know what was going on. Tiptoeing as quietly as she could over to the door, she was about to turn the door knob when she heard voices.

  They were not directly outside the bedroom, so she had to hold her breath and stand very still to hear them. Snake’s voice was instantly recognizable, the other one she couldn’t tell, it was only vaguely familiar. What she did hear was her name, and Stan’s. They had found out.

  Snake’s voice rose, making it easier for her to hear. “You’re sure? So I don’t need to get the information from her?”

  “No,” the second voice rumbled. “My source is very reliable, intimidation is a wonderful thing.”

  A grunt of laughter followed, Faith did not who from.

  “OK. Thank you for this, Crag. I would be grateful if you kept it to yourself until I have dealt with matters.” A brief pause, before he added, “I’ll speak to Francine in the morning. Don’t worry, she will make all the arrangements.”

  “Let me know if there’s anything else you need. Damn idiots thinking they could get away with this.”

  A door shut, and footsteps began moving along the hallway. Panicking, Faith ran lightly back to the bed, and pulled the covers up over her. Her heart was racing, what should she do? Lying still she figured her best move would be to say nothing, not let Snake know she had over heard them. As soon as possible she would get away from him, and away from this place. There was no way she was going to end up living here. What she had done might have been wrong, but that did not justify he punishing her by making her a whore.

  Either time was passing by very slowly, or Snake was not coming back to the room straight away. Faith decided to take a chance, and try to get away now. It tore her up inside to know he had simply been using her, that his sweet words had simply been a way of getting her here.

  If she had grown up knowing how to trust people, she might not have over reacted. Instead, she felt betrayed.

  Faith had just learnt to trust him, and now she knew it had all been lies. People were unreliable, and out for themselves. She should have known better, he had tricked her, and she had fallen for it completely. It had been so easy, because it was all she had wanted her whole life, for someone to be there for her, and to have her best interest at heart. She should have known better than to put her trust in the President of the Dread Cult.

  Snake

  Snake finished, and then flushed the toilet. His head was full of the information Crag had given him. He now had all the details he needed. Faith had his sympathy, her family, or at least her brother had betrayed her, and he knew what that felt like. Now he had to decide what to do.

  Trouble was, this was not something he could deal with on a personal level. To do nothing would make him seem weak, and he couldn't risk that.

  If Faith had trusted him enough to tell him first, he could have called his boys off, and the secret could have remained between them. Now Crag and a couple of the other guys knew, it was impossible to contain. Something would have to be done; some kind of retribution against the Castaways would have to be carried out. That would have the knock on effect of the Castaways dealing with her brother, Stan, and his friend Rob.

  Nothing he could do. The Dread Cult were his family, and as President, he had to stay true to them. He was torn, he had such hopes and dreams for a life with Faith, if he could learn to balance both sides of that life, things would work out. It was something his father had failed miserably at.

  His father had spent so much time on club business he had completely neglected his family. Never before had Snake wanted to even attempt to do a better job, he had chosen the club exclusively, pushing everything else aside. Now he wanted to be something else, a husband, and a father.

  He was going to have to be smart, and very persuasive, if he didn’t want to lose Faith while he cleared this mess up.

  Sighing he went back to the bedroom where he had left Faith sleeping. She wasn’t there. It took a moment for it to sink in. She was gone.

  “Shit,” he cursed aloud.

  Now he was back to being confused. What the hell was she up to? He could not tell if she was really who she said she was, or if she was a spy from the Castaways. Maybe Crag had been given a false story. But what did she have to gain from sleeping with him?

  He sat down on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Thinking back over the last few hours, he felt foolish. He had spoken of children, of having her in his life all the time. Full time. Christ he had nearly proposed. Certainly, he’d been duped; the Castaways must have sent her to fracture the Dread Cult. And she had come so close to owning his heart, damn if he would make that mistake again.

  Angril
y he pushed himself off the bed. Then he dressed, pulling on his vest and boots, catching the reflection in the mirror. The Dread Cult MC’s were his life, his family. He should forget about Faith before she damaged that family irreparably.

  His brain argued that she was his, he had branded her, and he was going to go and reclaim his property.

  It was OK though, she needn’t expect to hear slushy stuff coming from his mouth. That was gone. Nevertheless, he would have her in his bed until he had tired of her. And she would submit to him.

  Chapter Seven

  Faith

  She had dressed hastily, and now she held her breath as she went to the bedroom door and prised it open just a crack. Her relief to find it unlocked was immense, now she simply had to navigate the hallway and stairs to get out unnoticed. Simple. As long as Snake did not come back, and Francine wasn’t still down in the front lobby.

  The house seemed quiet, no sound of Snake returning. She assumed everyone else was in bed, whether they were sleeping or not was another matter. Her mind tried to blank out all the earlier images she’d had of unseen men and women having sex behind these doors. However, she was aware that someone could come out of one of the bedrooms and discover her at any moment.

  Luckily, she remembered the way back to the stairway, and was relieved to meet no one on the way. When she reached the big staircase, she leaned over the bannisters to try to see if anyone was down there. All seemed quiet. No Francine keeping guard.

  Holding her breath and walking very carefully, so she didn’t make a sound, she tiptoed down the stairs. One step at a time she descended, the lobby dark and silent. It seemed to take forever to reach the bottom, and she only let her breath out once she found it empty. So far so good.

  Still going as quietly as she could, she headed for the front door, relieved when she put her hand on it and turned the handle. Relief quickly dissipated, it was locked. Now, where the hell was the key?