by Harley Wylde
“I’ll make you feel good, baby girl. But that’s as far as things can go between us. I’m not the kind of man you should give yourself to completely. Your dad’s going to have my balls for laying a hand on you, but I can’t stand that look in your eyes. I’ll chase away the demons, baby.”
He crawled onto the bed, despite the soaked denim clinging to him, his hands sliding up my legs, spreading them. His body covered mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans, and I wanted to beg him to take them off. His lips caressed mine, slowly, almost tenderly. The whiskers on his face were softer than I’d have expected as they brushed against me.
Venom’s tongue stroked my lower lip, and I opened to him. His kiss was slow and deep, as if he wanted to savor the moment. He tasted of whiskey and smoke, and I craved more. His lips left mine, trailing down my throat. He gave me a gentle nip that had me sucking in a breath and my toes curling, then he licked the sting away. Some part of me wished he would mark me. I wanted people to know that I’d been his, if even for a little while. I’d never wanted that before, never wanted to be consumed by someone, but I would gladly give myself over to Venom. He was so strong, so sure of himself. He was nothing like the boys I’d dated, but was all man.
His lips closed over the tip of my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple as he drew it into his mouth. I cried out as pleasure shot straight to my clit. He sucked hard, until I thought I might come just from that. My nipple throbbed and ached when he released it, only to latch onto the other side. He took his time, driving my need for him higher and higher, and he still hadn’t touched me where I wanted him most. I felt hot and trembled with need, and hoped he’d soon ease the ache.
Venom worked his way down my body until his shoulders were spreading my thighs wide. He stared, licking his lips. My breath caught, and I wondered what would happen next. He’d told me that he’d give me pleasure, and he had, but he’d also made my need for him grow until I was nearly ready to beg him for release. I’d made myself come a few times, but something told me that being with Venom would be different. Vastly different.
His finger stroked over the lips of my pussy.
“You’re so damn wet, baby.”
His finger dipped inside me, sliding into my tight channel. He thrust in and out several times, before adding a second finger. I felt myself stretch around the digits and couldn’t help but moan. I’d never felt anything like it before. My body was hyperaware of Venom, and my clit was throbbing. He continued sliding his fingers in and out. His gaze was fastened between my legs, a look of hunger on his face, as he watched his fingers moving in and out of me.
He added a third finger, and it burned a little as he stretched me farther. He seemed content to watch his fingers fucking me, but I wanted more. The ache inside me was growing with every stroke, and I whimpered with need. Venom’s gaze flicked up and clashed with mine. His eyes had darkened, and he looked like he wanted to possess me. He leaned forward and blew across my clit before his tongue flicked out to tease the bud. I cried out at the contact and wanted to beg for more.
Venom’s tongue lapped at me as his fingers worked me harder and deeper. I could feel something building inside me and knew in that moment the brief bits of pleasure I’d found alone in my bedroom at night were nothing compared to this. He growled as he sucked my clit, and the vibration pushed me over the edge. I cried out his name, pleasure pulsing through me from head to toe. His lips released me, but his fingers kept sliding in and out of me, as if he were trying to wring every drop of pleasure from me.
“Fuck. You have no idea how much I want to see this sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. I want to stretch you wide while I fuck you deep.”
I trembled at his words, wanting that more than anything.
“You’re so damn wet, baby girl. So fucking tight. You came so hard you drenched the bed. I fucking love it.”
“Venom, please,” I begged.
He sucked my clit again, his tongue thrashing against it. His fingers never slowed as he pulled another orgasm from me. It felt different than when I’d made myself come, stronger and more intense, and yet I still wanted more. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man inside me, to have Venom stretching me and taking me. I wanted him to possess every inch of me.
His fingers slid free of my body, and he licked them clean. “You taste so damn good.”
“Venom, I want…”
“You want what, baby girl?”
“More. I want to feel you inside me.”
He shook his head and stood up. “Not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because if I take you, your innocence won’t be the only thing I claim. I’m going to want to take you hard, and deep. And I’ll take you fucking bare because I can’t think of anything I want more than to see my cum on you, marking you as mine.”
His words turned me on so damn much. I wanted him to claim to me, to mark me, but I could tell from the stubborn set of his chin that he was determined it wouldn’t happen. I slid off the bed and fell to my knees in front of him. The button on his jeans was already undone, and I pulled the zipper down. Venom didn’t stop me, but his gaze stayed steady on me. I worked his wet jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs until his cock sprang free.
I’d never seen one in person before, but his seemed perfect to me. Hard, long, and wider than I’d imagined. I groaned, remembering his words. Yeah, he’d stretch me wide all right, and my pussy pulsed with need as I thought about feeling him inside me. I licked my lips and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. His skin was warm and smooth. My tongue flicked out and lapped up some pre-cum on the tip of his cock. The salty taste made my mouth water, and I went back for more, opening my mouth wide and taking as much of him as I could.
I licked and sucked his shaft, hoping I was doing it right. His fingers pried my hand away from his cock, and his hand fisted in my hair, drawing my head back.
“Tip your head and relax your throat,” he said, his voice a near growl.
I did as he instructed, and Venom thrust his cock forward. His hips flexed, his cock working farther and farther into my mouth, until I felt him easing down my throat.
“Breathe through your nose, baby girl, and let me in. You know you want all this cock.”
My hands gripped his thighs as he thrust deeper. I nearly gagged the first few times, then got the hang of it. Venom fucked my mouth with hard strokes, his cock plunging between my lips again and again. He seemed to grow harder, to swell even more. My mouth was taking all of him now, and he grunted his pleasure.
“Gonna come, baby girl. Swallow it. All of it.”
I braced myself, and a few strokes later I felt the warm splash of his cum on my tongue. I swallowed, and more filled my mouth. He came hard, stream after stream, and I swallowed every last drop. Venom’s cock thrust a few more times between my lips before he pulled free, breathing heavily. My lips felt swollen and my jaw ached, but I loved that I’d pleased him.
I stared at his cock and noticed he was still pretty damn hard for someone who had come so much. My eyes widened when it seemed to stiffen even more, getting longer. I’d thought men only recovered that fast in porn movies. I didn’t know what to do and looked up at Venom for guidance.
“You have a choice to make, baby girl. You can get up and go back to your room right now, and I won’t come after you. This can be a one-time thing. Or you can open that pretty mouth and take my cock again. And when you’re done, I’ll make you scream my name until you’re hoarse. But that’s all we can have. I won’t claim you.”
Go back to my lonely room? Even if I wanted more than he was willing to give, I wasn’t stupid. Having part of him, sharing something like this with him, was better than not having anything. If it meant he’d only fuck my mouth, then so be it. I’d rather have the taste of his cum on my tongue than have nothing.
My jaw dropped, and I worked my way down his length. He groaned and murmured my name as he
fisted my hair again, driving his cock deeper. I didn’t know if what we had could last more than just this one day, but I was going to take everything he was willing to give me. I wanted Venom, any way I could have him.
Chapter Four
Venom
Ridley was pretty damn amazing. She’d sucked me off four times throughout the day, getting a little bit better each time. Most women couldn’t take all of me, but fuck if my cock didn’t slide down her throat with ease. I’d wanted more, so much more, but I wasn’t a big enough bastard to take what I wanted. She’d screamed my name until she’d grown hoarse. I sucked her pretty little clit and fucked her with my fingers until she’d gotten too sore to play anymore. Any other woman and I’d have told them to get the fuck out of my bed when I was done with them, but Ridley was different. She was nothing like the club whores I’d fucked in my younger days as a Prospect, before I’d figured out I didn’t want sloppy seconds or thirds, or the more experienced women I picked up in bars now. Hell, the way she’d stared at me when she’d pulled down my pants, I was pretty certain she’d never seen a cock before.
I’d held her for hours, just enjoying the feel of her in my arms. We’d taken breaks to eat and get some rest, but even now my mouth watered at the thought of tasting her sweet pussy again. My phone had been buzzing off and on for a while now, and if I had to guess, I’d say it was Bull. I hadn’t looked at the damn thing, not wanting to interrupt my time with the angel in my arms. I knew her daddy was going to castrate me if he found out what I’d been doing with his daughter, but death was a small price to pay all things considered.
My phone buzzed again and I picked it up, checking the screen. Bull. He was going to want to know why I hadn’t been answering my phone, and I didn’t think he wanted to hear that I’d been making his daughter come all over my face for hours on end. And damn could the girl come! She’d soaked the bed with how much her pretty pussy flooded with each release. I’d love to feel all that cream coating my cock as I drove into her.
I glanced at Ridley lying beside me. She was pressed against my side, her head in the crook of my shoulder. My hand rested at her waist, her skin warm and soft under my rough fingers. I answered the phone as it started to buzz again, and hoped like hell I didn’t wake her up. She was exhausted and deserved some sleep.
“What?” I barked into the phone.
“You may be my VP, but that’s my daughter you took home, asshole.”
“I’m aware of that.” It was about the only thing that had kept me from being balls deep in her pussy. Well, that was one reason. The other was that she deserved so much better than me. Her first time should be sweet and tender, and I didn’t have a damn clue how to do sweet and tender. I’d take her hard and deep, and fucking pound her pussy until I filled her with my cum.
“Should I call Zipper?” Bull asked. I didn’t like that he’d brought up the club’s tattooist.
“What the fuck would you call him for?”
“Because I came by earlier to check on my little girl and heard her screaming your fucking name. Since you’ve claimed her, I figured you’d want her inked.”
Oh, shit.
“I didn’t claim her,” I said.
Bull snorted. “Didn’t sound that way to me.”
“She wanted me to take away the bad memories of Montoya, but my cock didn’t get inside her.” Except for that luscious mouth.
“I don’t fucking care,” Bull screamed into the phone. “If I’d thought you’d put your hands on her the first chance you had her alone, I never would have sent her home with you. I trusted you to take care of her, to protect her.”
I’d taken care of her all right, just not in the way her daddy approved.
“Ridley is a grown fucking woman,” I told him. “I gave her what she needed. She knew things weren’t going further, and she accepted that. And you don’t dare question whether or not I’d protect her.” Bull didn’t know it, but I’d lay down my life for the woman in my arms.
“She’s nineteen for Christ sake!”
“She’s still a woman, Bull. A young one, but full-grown just the same, and she can make her own decisions about her life. She doesn’t need Daddy’s permission to have sex.”
Bull started cursing again, then grew quiet.
“I talked to Torch. There’s been a new development. He said he’s calling church, so you need to get your ass over here. Bring Ridley with you. She can sit at the bar, and the Prospects can keep an eye on her.”
I hung up and looked at my phone, noticing the four missed calls and one text from the Pres. Fuck. Torch was going to be pissed I hadn’t picked up, and I doubt he’d care that I’d been busy making Ridley scream my name. I stroked her cheek and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned and leaned in closer.
“Come on, angel. Time to get up.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a sleepy smile.
“The Pres has called church, so I’ve gotta go. And you’re going with me.”
“I’m allowed in church?” she asked.
“No, but you can sit at the bar. Go get dressed. I’ll wait for you by the front door.”
Ridley rolled out of bed and disappeared down the hall, and yeah, I fucking admit it. I admired her ass as she walked away. Damn if I didn’t stay hard around that woman. A shower would have been nice, since I smelled like sex, but there wasn’t time. I grabbed a fresh pair of boxer briefs and jeans from the dresser, slid on my cut, and jammed my feet into my boots. Ridley met me at the front door, and we rode over to the clubhouse. Her hands clutched my waist, and her body molded to my back. I’d always had a strict policy about no women on the back of my bike, even though I’d broken that rule last night. That shit was reserved for my old lady, if I ever took one. But Ridley felt like she fucking belonged there. She was made to ride a bike. My bike.
Two Prospects were on the porch of the clubhouse when we pulled up. They looked alert, their gazes scanning the area, and I wondered what had happened. Bull had mentioned a new development, and I suddenly wasn’t quite as content as I had been moments before. If someone even thought of taking Ridley, I’d fucking end them. No one was taking her, not while there was breath in my lungs. I didn’t usually pack heat around the compound unless I knew something was going down, but I was starting to wish I’d armed myself to the teeth. It wasn’t like someone would ever get inside unless we allowed it to happen, but I wasn’t going to take any chances with Ridley. She was too damn important to me.
Fuck. She’d been back in my life for not even a full day, and already I wanted her in every way possible. If I didn’t think she could do so much better than me, nothing would have stopped me from getting balls deep inside her and branding her as mine. She was like the sun, all light and sweet, and my soul was as fucking dark as they came. I was tainted from the sins of my past, and those I’d yet to commit.
Ridley slipped her hand into mine, and I looked down at her in surprise. I’d never held a woman’s hand before, had always shaken them off, but I tightened my grip and kept her close. We approached the bar, and I lifted her onto a stool. She smiled up at me, even though I could see the worry in her eyes. Not giving a fuck who saw, I leaned forward and kissed her hard. Ridley was mine, and yet she wasn’t. I wasn’t good for her, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to brand her as my woman.
“I’ll be back. Order a drink.”
Her nose wrinkled. “I’m under twenty-one.”
My lips twitched as I fought not to smile. “Baby girl, we don’t exactly play by the rules around here. You want a drink, order one. You think anyone gives a fuck how old you are?”
The Prospect behind the bar approached, jerking his head down the hall. “Everyone’s already in there. I’ll keep an eye on her.”
“If she gets so much as a paper cut while I’m gone, I’ll beat the fucking hell out of you.”
He nodded, and his lips firmed. I knew he’d watch over her, lay down his life for her if the need arose. It was one thing, knowing she wa
s Bull’s daughter, but now the club knew she meant something to me too. I was so fucking screwed. She was in my bed, on my bike, and I was openly kissing her in the clubhouse. My dick might not have gotten anywhere near her pussy, but I might as well have pissed on her leg like a dog marking its territory.
I pulled myself away from Ridley before I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her to the nearest bed. When I saw the closed doors, I wondered if they’d started church without me. I barged in, letting the doors slam shut behind me. All talking ceased, and the Pres gave me a glare that would have made a lesser man cower. I sprawled in my seat, ignoring the pointed glare from Bull. Every patched member was present, and a few were smirking. It left little doubt that Bull had been complaining about me defiling his daughter.
“Your phone broke?” Torch asked.
“No, Pres. I was otherwise occupied.”
“Fucking my daughter,” Bull said, spit flying from his mouth. “He was supposed to be protecting her.”
“Can’t think of any safer place for her to be than in my bed,” I drawled.
Bull rose from his seat, fists clenched at his sides. “You’re just using her like all the other whores you take to your bed.”
His words made my anger ignite. “Did you just compare Ridley to a whore?”
Torch steepled his fingers in front of him and watched me carefully. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. His gaze strayed to Bull, and he motioned for my brother to have a seat.
“Before we continue down this enlightening path,” Torch said, “we need to discuss a few things. I called church because Bull’s daughter has returned to us, and she’s in trouble. Her mother and stepdad have offered her to Fernando Montoya as payment, for what we’ve yet to determine. It seems they’re doing their best to track her down, and they’re getting closer than I’d like. I guess that stupid bitch mother of hers didn’t think she’d come running to Daddy after the crap she pulled last year, otherwise they’d already be at our gates demanding we hand her over.”
