by Kay, Colbie
"Yeah, I'm good. It's never been like this for me."
"Oh, Crazy Girl, just wait. I'm not even close to being done with you. I want you to know that for me, it's more than fucking regardless if it's slow and sweet or rough and hard. It's always more for me."
"It's more for me too, just so you know." He steadies me on the bike. Then moves his leg so he’s no longer on the bike. He steps back. I watch him take his shirt off and the rest of his clothes. He is perfection. I've never seen anything like it, but when my eyes land on his cock my eyes are about to pop outta my head. He is fucking huge. I look to him and I realize my mouth is opening and closing, I must look like a damn fish, I wanna say something but I can't get anything out. "Its ok, Crazy Girl, it'll fit. I promise we'll take it easy."
"Is this why they call you Hanger? You are huge!" He starts laughing.
"Yeah, Babe. It's one of the reasons."
"I want this. I know you won’t hurt me." He walks back over to me and he gets back on the bike. He moves me to straddle him. We start kissing hard, when I feel the tip of him at my entrance and he slowly starts working his way in, inch by delicious inch. When he's in as far as he can go he stops. Letting my body adjust to his size. I've never felt so full, it's a little painful, but that soon changes to pleasure. "Baby, move. Nico? I need you to move."
"Are you sure you are okay?" I just nod and start moving up and down as much as I can. Which is slowly. Soon I find a rhythm and it feels so good. "Fuck, Babe. You’re so tight and wet." We start moving faster and faster, our sweaty bodies slapping together. He braces himself by putting his hands behind me on the gas tank so he can match my movement.
"Shit, Babe. You feel so fuckin' good. Who do you belong to?"
"You, Baby. I belong to you!" He moves his hands to my breasts where he starts rolling and tugging them. Then his mouth is on them sucking and pulling while his hands find my hips. Where he takes control pulling me up and slamming me back down onto him.
"Fuck! Yeah, you do."
I love his dirty talk and I start feeling that building again "Nico, I'm close. Oh god, Baby! It feels so good."
"I can feel it, Babe. You’re clenching my cock so fuckin' hard. Don't cum yet, hold it in we’re gonna go together." A few more thrusts and I can feel him shaking and his movements get jerky when he yells out "Now." and I can feel him let go inside me and it sends me over the edge. We cum together, me screaming his name, and him growling mine into my neck, I think we just found heaven in each other’s arms. We just hold on to each other until we catch our breath and come back to reality.
"Zoey."
"Yeah."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You can ask me anything."
"Will you tell me what he did to you?"
I look up at him "Are you sure you really want to know?"
"Yeah I wanna know what he did to you. I'm gonna find him and make him pay."
Finally getting to feel what it's like to be inside Zoey is indescribable. I've never felt anything like it. She was by far the best I’ve ever had. Then I ask her to tell me about her ex while I'm still buried deep inside her. It's not that I want to know, but more I need to know. I am gonna kill him. But I need to know what that asshole put her through for six years.
She lays her head on my chest, looking out to the city lights. I wrap my arms around her while she lets the memories come. She starts telling me about the last six years. "We met in school. We had an art class together. We became good friends before we started dating. On our first date he took me to a Mexican restaurant, it was a hole in the wall kinda place. Which is funny now but we were only sixteen, we didn't have money for anything fancy. Then he took me to the movies. He drove an old beat up Buick, but at least he had a car. He would hold my hand, and open doors for me, bring me flowers, and text me at night telling me goodnight. He’d tell me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. I thought it was so romantic, at the time, we fell in love so quickly or whatever it was. We were so young. I'm realizing now it wasn't love, not at all. So about a month after we were dating he left town with his family, but we still talked on the phone every day that he was gone. When he came back it was like he was a different person, and not in a good way, ya know? We started fighting a lot, he became really insecure and didn't want me around other guys, then it moved on to my friends, and he secluded me from everyone. He couldn't get me away from my family because I was only sixteen, I had to live with them. He did try to play me against them though, he would have me so mad at them, and they didn't even do anything wrong. He didn't want me around anybody, eventually he was the only person I could be around. I even quit doing things with my sister when I was at home, I would just stay in my room."
"Then after dating for four months he wanted to have sex. I felt like I was ready because we loved each other, so we did, I didn't like it, but it was my first time, I thought that was how it was supposed to be. I found out later on that he had cheated on me throughout our relationship. Everything was okay for a little bit but as time went on over that year we would fight. He would push me or slam me into things and I just figured he was mad, but he wouldn't do anything really bad to me. Over the next couple of years it progressively got worse. He would pull me up stairs by my hair, or he would slam me into things, choke me until I couldn't breathe and then one day he got so mad he pushed me through a window. When I got tired of it, I tried to leave. He told me I couldn't leave him, that he couldn't be without me, if I left him would have to kill himself, or he would have to kill me, so nobody else could have me. That scared the shit out of me, and I believed he’d do it, so I stayed. I wasn't attracted to him anymore, and I didn't want to have sex with him, it hurt and I didn't enjoy it, but when I would tell him I didn't want to he would hold me on the ground with a knife to my throat or a gun to my head and make me. I would try to look nice for him, but if I wore shorts, or shirts with spaghetti straps, he would say I was a whore or a slut. He always told me I needed to lose weight. I wasn't skinny enough to be wearing clothes like that. He made me so insecure, eventually I started to wear long sleeves and jeans all year, but also I had to wear them to cover the bruises and burns he would put on my body. He never hit in the face, that way nobody ever knew what he was doing to me. He talked about us having a baby. I didn't want to though. I stayed on my birth control but he told me one day it would happen and then if I ever left him then he would tie me down and make me watch him kill our child. He would tear it limb from limb. Then the night you found me happened."
She comes back to me from the memories. Telling me everything and I'm holding her so tight I don't know if she can breathe.
"Nico? Baby, I can't breathe." I loosen my grip on her and grab her chin, and make her look at me.
"I like the sound of that you calling me, Baby." I give her a sexy smile, then it drops from my lips. "I want you to listen and listen good, Yeah? I do bad things. I'm an asshole, but I will never treat you bad. I only wanna make you happy. I will never hurt you. I will always protect you. I will love you with everything that I am. I will find that motherfucker and when I do. I'm going to kill him for what he did to you, you hear me?"
"Yeah. I hear you. I trust you."
"Alright, Crazy Girl. Let's get back to the clubhouse and get some sleep." I pull her up off me so she's standing next to my bike. My balls are really wet and I can feel the liquid running down them, so I look down "Oh fuck, Babe. I'm so sorry."
"What...? What's wrong?" She looks down and sees my cum all over her inner thighs "Babe, I promise I've never had sex without a condom before you. I get tested, I'm clean are you on birth control."
"Um... Hanger. I didn't have anything with me when you found me. So no I'm not taking any birth control right now, but I’m clean too. I've been tested, I always worried Andrew would give me something. I'm sure everything will be okay."
"Shit, Babe. I'm sorry. I got carried away, I wasn't thinking." She puts her hands on my cheeks and makes me look into her eyes.
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"Baby, look at me. It's okay, really we both got carried away. It was amazing, it’s going to be okay."
"Okay." I grab my shirt from the ground turn it inside out and run it between her legs, to clean her up, then clean myself off. When we are done getting dressed, her righting her dress and putting on her jeans, me in my jeans and cut, because I used my shirt to clean up, we head back to the clubhouse.
This has been the best night of my life. I never thought I would ever have a woman that I would want to keep as my own. Over the last month Zoey has fit herself into my life in all ways possible, and tonight just made it all the more real. She is perfect. I don't understand why her ex would do all the things he did to her, but it makes my blood boil, just thinking about it. I'm ruthless when it comes to the people I kill, but nothing has ever been this personal to me. He's going to pay and I'm gonna torture him. He is gonna feel everything until I slowly bleed the life outta him. This is a hard life to live, I don't know if this is the life that Zoey would want, and I know she deserves better than someone like me, but I'm too selfish to let her go. I want her to be my Ol' Lady, but before I ask her, I'm gonna bring it up to my brothers and see what they think.
"Hanger, you okay, Baby?" I look over at Zoey standing in the doorway of the bathroom, she's changed into a pair of my boxers and shirt.
"I'm okay, you look so fuckin' sexy wearing my clothes." I stalk over to her, like she's my prey, she's got a smile on her face. "You sore?"
"Not too bad." She runs her tongue across her bottom lip while looking at my chest.
"Good. Babe, cause I need you again."
I pull my boxers off her, along with the new panties she put on. I grab the hem of my shirt and slowly start pushing it up her body, making sure I feel every inch of her skin that gets exposed with the backs of my fingers. I can feel her body breaking out with goose bumps as I go, she shivers, not from being cold but from my touch. I love how responsive she is to me and my touch. Once I get it off, I throw it to the floor and take a step back. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen." I take all my clothes off and step back up to her. I reach around and pull shut the bathroom door. I put one hand on her chest and the other I help her lean back against the door. I start kissing her, and she melts into me. I bring one of my hands to her sex "Spread your legs, Babe." She does as asked and I run my finger through her slit, she's so wet I can smell her arousal. I put one finger in and then another. I move them in and out finding her g spot and rubbing it while my thumb is rubbing her clit. Her breath quickens and she starts moaning. "You’re so wet. I feel how hot you are." A few more thrusts of my fingers and the rubbing of my thumb she's scratching at my back and screaming my name. I fuckin' love it. I don't give her time to recover before I run my hands over her sexy ass and down her thighs. I grip them in my hands, picking her up and putting her against the door. I line myself up to her opening then slam into her. "I'm sorry, Babe. I can't be slow or easy this time."
"I don't want you to. Fuck me hard Nico! Let go with me, don't hold back." That's all it takes. I pull out almost all the way and then slam back into her. It feels like I'm home. I need reassurance though, so a few more hard thrusts and I pull out completely. I cup her sex and ask "Whose are you? Who owns this pussy, Crazy Girl?"
"You! Nico, you do! Every part of me, you own it all. Now take it like you own it!" Fuck me that was hot. That's all I needed to hear. In one hard thrust, I'm back home. She may not be experienced but she knows what she's doing. "Babe, this isn't gonna last long."
"Baby. I'm so close, make me cum." And that's what I do. I give her all I got, pounding into her sweet pussy over and over like a mad man, until she's scratching and pulling at my back screaming out.
"Nico!"
Just a few more thrusts and I'm right there with her growling into her neck "Fuck, Babe." I collapse to the floor taking her with me and I hold her until we come back to our senses. "Shit, Crazy Girl. We didn't use a condom again. I get too fuckin' carried away with you."
"I know." she says through her giggling and I can't help but smile. It's a beautiful sound.
"Come on, Babe. Let’s take a bath, you’re gonna be sore tomorrow." I carry her into the bathroom and start the water, when it's full, I help her in and climb in behind her. Once we are relaxed she looks at me "Can I ask you a question?"
"You can ask me anything." I smile because I realize this is becoming our thing and I like it.
"How did you become part of the Satan's Sinners?" She is laying with her back against my chest and I start rubbing all over her body trying to help her muscles relax and tell her my story.
“Gunner and I were both born into the club. We were next door neighbors and naturally became best friends. Once we both turned eighteen, we became prospects. With my dad being the President and his Pop was VP as it was with our grandfathers before them. Anyway we didn't prospect the normal way, or for very long for that matter, before we both were patched over. That’s how it was until a few years ago. There was a drug run that went bad, and both our fathers were killed. Our moms were best friends, as well, until my mom decided she didn't want to be in this life anymore, she took off when I was ten. My dad loved her so much, he never got over her leaving. I grew up seeing him with all the whores, I guess that's why I never wanted to have an Ol' Lady. I didn't want to have to go through what he did. Gunner still had his mom, but the club needed a new President and VP. The guys voted me in as President, and I wouldn't have anybody else stand next to me as my VP so I appointed Gunner." I kiss the top of her head. I turn her head to look at her and realize she's crying. "Babe, why are you crying?"
"Because I couldn't imagine my life without my family. You don't have yours, and I'm sorry for that." Nobody's ever cried for me and it does something inside me. I think I'm falling in love with this girl. "Babe, Can I ask you a question." She laughs.
"You can ask me anything."
"How are you not completely broken from what that piece of shit did to you? I don't know of any other woman that would have made it through what you have and not be damaged or dead."
"I made it because I have a strong family. They love me and I am a fighter, a survivor. I couldn't let him break me. I sure as hell wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction of taking my life. I had a very nice man pick me up on the side of the road and help me when nobody else would and he is showing me that not all men are like that. I wanted out and you have done that. Now I get to live my life. Thank you for that. This last month has been the best of my life, especially tonight. I wanna keep being happy." What can I say to that? I think she is the strongest person I have ever met, and she's all mine.
"Why are most of the guys in the club young? I normally when you think of bikers you think of old fat men." I have to chuckle at that.
"Well I got voted in by Hacker, Ripper, and Bear. The rest of the guys didn't want me to become President. They thought that I was too young and that I would run the club into the ground. All those guys decided to leave the club. They went on to other chapters or different clubs. The only ones that stayed were the ones that voted me in. Over the years new guys have come along for whatever reason and we are building back up. I've worked hard to keep this club going. Now enough about club shit. Come on, let's get out, the water is getting cold." I help her out of the bath and we dry off. Make our way to the bed, she lays down. While I go over and grab my guitar. I sit on the edge of the bed and start strumming my guitar. I start singing Work Song by Hozier and when the song is over, I look up at her and she has fallen asleep. So I sit my guitar back in the stand and lay next to her. I feel like she is too far away, so I grab her, pull her over, putting her head on my chest, pull her arm around my waist, and I drift off to sleep happier then I have ever been.
When I wake the next morning, I'm back is sore from the bike last night. It quickly fades because Hanger has my legs spread open and his head between them, shit this is a good way to wake up. I reach down and run my fingers through his short hair. I start moaning,
he knows I'm awake now. Before I felt him lightly running his tongue over my pussy, but now he pushes his tongue inside me, and works it hard, running it up and down my slit, alternating flicking my clit, and plunging his tongue inside. He does this over and over until my whole body is shaking "I'm gonna cum, Baby!"
"Come for me, Crazy Girl." He focuses just on my clit moving his tongue back and forth and in circles. Not too long after, my whole body is shaking, he takes me to nirvana.
"Fuck, Nico!" I scream out in pure ecstasy. He licks up all my juices and kisses his way up my body until his mouth is on mine. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. He stops kissing me. "Good mornin' Crazy Girl. I couldn't help myself. I woke up to you naked, I had to taste that pretty pussy again."
"Well as long as I can return the favor. Lay down."
"You don't have to do that."
"I know I don't but I want to. I want to make you feel good, and I want to taste you." He lays down and I mimic his movements, kissing down his body, I run my tongue over the nipple with the piercing and flicking it with my tongue he lets out a soft growl. Working my way down his body with kisses and my tongue I run my nails down his chiseled chest and washboard abs. He moans, so I know he likes what I'm doing to him. I get to his huge erection and it looks red and angry like he's about to explode. I take it in one hand and run my tongue over the tip and around then down his shaft. I come back up suck the tip and go down as fast and as far as I can, then come back up again. I work him over, going up and down, bobbing my head while listening to his mixture of growls and moans. I feel his hand on my head running his fingers through my hair. I'm trying to go by the sounds that he's making to know what he likes, but I wanna do this right. I want him to fully enjoy it. "Baby, tell me how you like it."
"Don't use your hands." I place my hands on his thighs. He starts pulling my hair and moving his hips thrusting into my mouth. I grip his thighs, my nails digging into his skin. The faster he pushes into my mouth the farther back he goes. I can feel my eyes getting watery from him hitting the back of my throat. "Take one hand and play with my balls." I move my left hand off his thigh and start massaging his balls, while he is pushing in and out of my mouth then he stills "Suck my head into your mouth, and go down, then come back up keep doing it." So I do as he tells me and his grip on my hair tightens. "Fuck, yeah, Crazy Girl. Just like that. God, your mouth feels so good." God this is turning me on just as much as it is him I think. I feel that throbbing between my legs and I go to reach down to touch myself but he grips my wrist and growls out.
