Heart Of Steel (Satan's Savages MC #1)

by K E Osborn

  Her delicate moans begin to echo into my mouth as her kisses become more relaxed like she’s having trouble concentrating. This is a good sign. It means the pleasure in her pussy is too good for her to keep kissing me. Her hips start to react with my movements, and even I’m breathing heavier. Her light whimpers are driving me crazy and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever fucking heard. I can’t wait to hear her fucking call out my name as she cums with my cock deep inside her.

  Circling on her clit, I press harder and push my fingers into her deeper. Her back arches as her body begins to shake. Her pussy walls tighten around my fingers. She’s constantly moaning now—I know she’s close. I flick inside of her and press hard, she stops kissing me and throws her head back moaning loudly as her body trembles and explodes in her first climax for me.

  Grinning wildly, I continue to circle on her clit slowly bringing her down and she jolts a few times. Her breathing is staggered as she brings her head back up and looks at me. I smile at her and she smiles languidly.

  “That was…” she trails off and closes her eyes relaxing.

  “Good?”

  She opens her eyes and smiles wide with a chuckle. “No, bad… very, very, bad.” Her grin is mischievous and I smirk reaching for my wallet next to her and pull out a condom.

  She licks her lips and I tear the pack and roll the franger onto my throbbing and aching cock. I can’t wait another second to be inside of her. As it is, I don’t think this will last that long, even though she’s had an orgasm, I got pretty damn worked up too.

  I move in pulling her to the edge of the cabinet and she seems to wake back up instantly. She wraps her arms around my neck and I line my cock up with her pussy as she wraps her legs around my waist.

  “Hold on tight, babe.” I lean in kissing her as I thrust inside her entirely. She moans as I do at the tight warmth wrapping me completely. She feels like heaven, and I have to stop for a second just to live in the moment. I’m balls deep inside Willow and connected to her as one. Sure I’ve had sex with plenty of women, but I’ve never felt like this. Right now, it’s like nothing in the world exists except for us. Two beating hearts, joined as one. I feel like a fucking pussy but right at this moment, something is happening to me. A shift, an emotional switch inside me that I never saw coming. Willow is wrapping herself around me not just physically in this moment, but emotionally.

  I’m in trouble!

  Remembering that I’m buried to the hilt right now, my cock twitches inside of her so I flick the switch on my thoughts and get to the job at hand. Pulling back and thrusting inside her, she moans into my mouth and I kiss her forcefully. Pulling back and forth back and forth as I pound into her, this is not a soft fuck. I’m giving her the bad boy she’s craving. Her fingernails dig into my back as her moans echo through the kitchen. Sweat beads on my skin as I fuck her into the middle of next week.

  Her pussy begins to tighten around my cock squeezing it making me growl out in pleasure as she starts to tremble against me. Her nails dig in further, I’m sure drawing blood as I pound into her hard and fast. She moans loudly as her back arches and her body tenses. I thrust deep inside her and clench my hands on her arse cheeks tightly. She gasps for air as she rides me hard.

  “Oh God, Steel,” she calls out loud as she finishes off with a moan. Her pussy tightens around my cock making my balls squeeze in pleasure as she writhes through her orgasm. I continue to pound into her striving for my own, as I bury my head in her neck and bite on it softly. She moans still moving with me. My balls tighten, a tingle shoots up my spine as pins and needles run up and down my legs. My balls pull up, and I moan loudly into her neck as I shoot hot cum straight into the condom thrusting one last time deep inside her.

  Kissing her neck, I move my head down in between her tits and smother myself in them. She giggles and runs her hands through my hair as I slowly come down from my lofty heights. I kiss her tits and slowly look up at her. She gazes at me with adoring eyes, and I exhale and smile.

  “Bad?” I tease.

  She giggles. “Oh, so bad.”

  I chuckle leaning in to kiss her then lean back pulling out of her, taking off the condom, tying a knot and throwing it in the bin.

  “Squuueee.” Petunia comes rushing into the kitchen running into the bin in her rush. She shakes her head and then rushes to my feet and starts circling. I can’t help but laugh at the tiny animal as I lean in grabbing Willow and pull her from the counter. She’s gloriously naked, and I can’t help but lean in and kiss her strongly as Petunia cuddles into my bare leg.

  Willow pulls back and runs her finger along the three tattooed names across my chest. “Can I ask who they are?”

  I look down to the three names and swallow hard. Taking a deep breath, I nod. “Byron and Tyson are my brothers, they were twins. They died when I was younger. We were in the clubhouse when a fight broke out with a rival club and the twins were targeted.”

  Her eyes open wide as well as her mouth and her hand shoots to her lips to cover her gasp. She moves in holding me tight. I hold her back.

  “I’m so sorry.”

  I shrug and tilt my head. “It’s okay, it was years ago and I don’t really remember much. I was so young.”

  She runs her hand over the other tattoo and I bring my hand up grabbing hers and interlace our fingers. Smiling at her, I continue, “Amelia, that’s my mother…” she smiles and nods, “…you’d like her.”

  Willow lets out a sigh like she’s relieved. Maybe she thought Mum was dead too? I take a deep breath and decide to change the subject. “You know, you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” I say trying to pay her a compliment. Plus, it’s true.

  She smiles and then it’s followed by a frown. I bring my finger up and run it along her temple. “What are you thinkin’ to make you frown like that?”

  She shakes her head and plasters on a fake smile. “Nothing.”

  I roll my eyes and look at her through my lashes. “Don’t bullshit me, talk to me.”

  “Do you think I’m more beautiful than Lunar?”

  I slump my shoulders and shake my head as anger swells inside me. “Don’t do that. Don’t get jealous. It doesn’t suit you.”

  She frowns and looks away from me. I huff and pull her chin so she’s looking up at me. “What babe?”

  “You didn’t say I am, though.”

  I exhale and rub the back of my neck.

  Fucking chicks! I’ll never understand this shit as long as I live.

  “That’s because I shouldn’t have to. Willow, you’re the one I’m here with, not Lunar. Yes, she’s pretty, but she wears too much makeup and her hair is pink and yellow for Christ’s sake. You’re a natural beauty. Your freckles make me want to kiss each and every one of them. Your hair’s so beautiful I want to run my fingers through it constantly. And your face… your face babe is somethin’ I can’t get out of my mind, and somethin’ I want to look at every day for the rest of my life. That’s how fuckin’ beautiful you are… got it?”

  She smiles brightly and nods.

  “And if you tell my brothers I said any of that shit I will… I don’t know what I’ll do. Withhold sex from you, tease you until you are close to orgasm and deny it to you, make it so you can never kiss me again. I don’t know. Whatever will be bad for you, that’s what I’ll do.”

  She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck and nods. “You got it biker boy. Your secret’s safe with me.”

  She’s so fucking cute right now, so I press my lips to hers forcefully and back her up against the counter again. My cock begins to stiffen wanting round two and I don’t think it would be kind to deny him.

  Cuddling in bed isn’t necessarily one of my favourite pastimes. Sure I often spend the night with Lunar in my bed and in my arms, but I wouldn’t say I enjoy it. It’s more for her benefit, definitely not mine. But there’s something about lying here with Willow asleep, her head resting on my chest, her hair fanned out all over my arm and her hand
holding mine against my stomach that’s doing things to my head.

  I could get used to this.

  I’m enjoying our time and I… like it. I don’t know what it is about this red-headed beauty, but there’s something about her that’s changing me. She’s turning me into a pussy—God damn it. The thing is, I don’t seem to care. I only care that I don’t care, if that makes sense? My head is so fucked right now, and as the gentle whooshing of air is forced from her slightly open mouth as she sleeps soundly on my chest, I can’t help but think that this woman is the one to change everything for me.

  I know Dad’s view on old ladies. He doesn’t want me to have one because of his experience with my mum. He thinks they’re all users, who’ll break your heart if you give it to them. But I think this woman might be worth the fight. As I run my hand over the silky soft skin of her arm, I can’t help but think, Willow might be the one for me.

  I close my eyes with a smile on my face as Petunia moves on the bed and settles in between my legs. I inwardly chuckle at how she’s basically like a small dog, but bacon. Taking a deep breath filled with flowery smelling hair, I kiss her head and allow myself to fall asleep with Willow in my arms on her bed with her pet pig on my lap. God help me!

  The early morning sun is breaking through the window and annoying me. Or maybe it’s the pig that won’t stop moving around on the bed. Or maybe it’s that rustling noise. Either way, I’m tired and I want to sleep, but everything in the fucking universe seems to be stopping that from happening. Opening one eye to the bright room, I squint slightly and look over to see Willow standing up and getting dressed.

  Rustling noise—check.

  Opening both eyes, I lean up on my elbows and look at her now covered body. She’s beautiful all the time, but I much prefer her naked.

  “Sorry didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep,” she says and I huff and flop back to the bed.

  “What time is it?” I ask.

  She giggles. “You won’t like it.”

  I groan and pull a pillow over my head. “What time?”

  She laughs. “Five thirty.”

  I throw the pillow across the room and sit up abruptly looking at her with creased brows. “In the morning?” I ask and she laughs while pulling on her dress.

  “Yes, some of us have work, you know?” She walks over to the pillow picking it up and throws it back on the bed.

  I huff and shake my head. “It should be against the law to have to get up this early for work.”

  She giggles. “I agree, but I’m running late. I need to get a coffee before I start, and I have to leave to get there in about five.”

  I groan and pull back the covers dislodging the pig from my feet and move out of the bed.

  “You don’t have to go, you can sleep and go when you’re ready. I trust you to lock the house when you leave.”

  I look over at her and smile. “No, it’s fine. I’ll go back to the club and sleep there. No pigs to walk all over me.”

  She tries to hide her smile as she picks up Petunia and puts her on the ground. “Sorry about that. Normally it’s me she walks all over. She must like you.”

  I chuckle and stand up gliding over to her completely naked. She looks down at my morning wood and smirks.

  “Shame I can’t help with that… um, issue…”

  My cock twitches just thinking about it. I groan slightly as she leans in kissing me and walks out toward the kitchen. Huffing, I follow her, seeing as how my clothes are scattered out there. She puts some food down for Petunia as I get dressed and she lets out a small whimper as I pull my jeans up. I laugh as she frowns.

  “I was enjoying the view.”

  “Cheeky bitch.”

  She giggles and leans in kissing me then grabs her handbag and keys leaving her pile of clothes on the floor. I smirk looking down at them, as I pull on my shirt and leather jacket.

  “C’mon biker boy, I gotta go.”

  “Being kicked out. Wow! That’s never happened to me before.”

  She smirks. “There’s a first for everything. Now skedaddle. I’ll talk to you soon, though?”

  I nod and lean in pulling her to me so our bodies are flush. “Definitely.” Pressing my lips to hers firmly, I kiss her until she pulls away and sashays out the door.

  She slides into her car and I wave goodbye. Feeling overly tired, I jump on my Hog and ride slowly back to the clubhouse trying not to fall asleep. I make it inside to a deadly quiet club and go to my room just in time to pass out on my bed.

  I’m feeling well rested now and know I’ve been asleep for quite a while, so I figure it’s time to get up. Stretching my tired muscles from two fucking sessions with Willow, I get out of bed and try to think of what I might do today. I think of Willow and her being at work, my mind shifts to the kids she’ll be looking after and one in particular—Jackson. I may as well make good on my promise to Jackson’s mother Nikita to find her husband and make sure he knows not to touch her again.

  Pulling on something decent to wear, I head out down to Techie’s room. He’s the first point of call for a mission like this. I don’t bother knocking, where’s the fun in that? When I stride in Techie’s asleep in bed with club girls Jess on one side, and Jodi on the other. I chuckle to myself.

  He must have had a good night!

  They’re all sleeping soundly, so I walk up to his bed and notice a dildo on the floor. I smile widely picking it up. It’s still a little sticky and I cringe slightly, but grab the end and lean over the bed and slap Techie in the face with it hard. He jolts awake and looks at the dildo as I dangle it in his face while the girls wake up slowly and start to giggle.

  “Fuck off cockhead.”

  “I think you’re the one with a cock near his head right now,” I say and he grabs the dildo from me and flings it across the room.

  “Can’t you see I’m busy here?” Techie says as the girls look up at me wondering what to do.

  I tilt my head toward the door, and they both know that’s the cue for pulling back the covers—showing me their glorious naked bodies as they get out of the bed—and fucking off out of here.

  “Oh c’mon, dude. Don’t go! Girls, he’s just joking. Come back.”

  “Bye ladies,” I say. They wave as they walk out completely naked and close the door behind them.

  Techie huffs and punches my arm while I laugh. “What the fuck dude? You’re killing my morning wood.” He looks up to the ceiling and I roll my eyes knowing another fact session is coming. “Morning wood is important. Not only is it caused from hot as fuck dreams, but in addition to the dreams, it’s characteristic of REM sleep. The cock becomes erect and engorged with blood during this time. It’s called Penile Tumescence and a lack of morning wood can suggest erectile dysfunction, and I don’t know about you, but I want my cock to keep working the way it is on a daily basis.”

  I raise my eyebrows at him and chuckle. “Sooo?”

  “So don’t mess with my morning wood. Fuck! I thought I made myself clear ya fucker.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “You can wank it out later. I have work for you to do.”

  Techie sits up and his boner is evident as it pokes up through his bed sheets. I smirk and pick up the baseball cap on the table and place it over his cock.

  Techie pulls his tablet from his bedside table ignoring me and puts on his glasses. “What do you need?”

  I exhale and sit down on the edge of his bed. “Tyrell Jones. I need a search done on him and his business dealings.”

  Techie raises an eyebrow and stops searching. “This for your Flame?”

  I shake my head. “Not really.”

  “But she knows him?”

  I nod. “She knows of him, but she doesn’t know what’s gonna go down.”

  He nods and continues searching. A few moments later I hear a ping and Techie smiles. “Got it. I got an address and it’s weird Steel. The house has security on it, but I can hack into the feed.”

  I furrow my brows and nod
. Techie types into his tablet and I move in next to him to check out the screen. Five camera angles come up, but they show only images of the house with no one home.

  “I can access the security logs past recordings?”

  “Yeah, show me what they’re watchin’,” I say finding it weird that this Tyrell wankstain has security cameras in his own home.

  Techie pulls up some files. We search through them watching Nikita playing with Jackson. Nothing of any significance. We wind forward until I see something.

  “Wait! Stop there. Rewind.”

  Techie rewinds and then presses play. The images start to show Tyrell holding Nikita’s wrists. She’s begging him not to hurt her and he’s yelling in her face, spittle flying everywhere. I tense up and shake my head as he pushes her to the ground. My fists clench as he slaps her hard across the face and she falls flat on the floor. He yells at her some more. She’s crying and he pulls his leg back and kicks into her stomach.

  “Jesus Christ,” Techie, murmurs as I shake my head.

  My shoulders tense tightly as I watch Jackson walk into the room. Tyrell yells at him to stay in the corner, and he stands there just staring wide-eyed at his mother. He tells his dad to stop, but Tyrell bends down and punches Nikita in the eye. My breaths are coming so hard and fast I feel hot all over, and all I want to do is find this cunt and scare the shit out of him for hurting an innocent woman and letting his son witness his barbaric act.

  Tyrell kicks Nikita again and Jackson runs over to her. Tyrell grabs Jackson by the scruff of the collar and pushes him over. I grit my teeth as Jackson scurries under a nearby table to hide from his father. I’m utterly fuming. This cunt’s gotta pay! He bends down pinning Nikita to the floor as he leans on top of her and punches her face again.

  I can’t take any more.

  “Enough.”

  Techie turns it off, and we’re both breathing hard and fast.

  “Mad Dog doesn’t usually like us interfering in other people’s domestics,” Techie tells me.

  “I’ll do it without him knowin’.”