The Night Feeds

by Lauren Hunt

  This slut was going to scream my name a thousand times before the day was over.

  I grasped Emily's hips and pulled her ass against my raging hard-on. My balls were heavy and needed to be emptied. She purred as she slid her wetness up and down my shaft, my cock fitting perfectly between her lips.

  “No more teasing,” I murmured, forcing all of me into Emily's tight hole. She rocked her head back and howled. Her pussy stretched as I filled every inch of her. I pushed deeper and deeper, my teeth clenched as I thrust in and out. Her soft ass jiggled with every pounding. The taste of her sweet pussy was still on my lips.

  Her breathing quickened. Emily moaned at the top of her lungs. She was close. “Pain...”

  “Come for me, baby,” I commanded, allowing her to finally succumb to her desires.

  Emily shattered right in front of me, spasming over and over, bucking against me. I slapped her ass hard as she came around my cock. Her hands and legs could barely hold herself up. This whore was mine for the night and she wasn't going to stop getting fucked until I had no cum left.

  “Harder...harder,” Emily begged me. I tugged at her curly hair and wrapped it around my fist, snapping her head back. I collided with her hard, sending her lurching forward on the bed. Her pussy was going to take my cock as deep as it could go.

  The pleasure coursed through my veins like a raging river. Every thrust got me closer and closer to that peak.

  “Come with me,” Emily yelled.

  “Not yet.” I could come at any moment but I wasn't done with her. I lifted her backwards by just her hair until her hands left the bed and her chest was pushed outwards. She yelped every time I crashed into her. My balls were full of hot magma and my volcano needed to explode.

  “I'm close, Emily,” I warned her.

  “Come inside me, Pain. I need to feel you.”

  Emily saying my name was my undoing. I let go and finally released. She climaxed again with me, struggling against my hold on her hair. I fucked Emily hard until every last drop of cum was unloaded into her pussy.

  I pulled out and watched as she collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty mess, her back expanding and contracting with every breath. My seed leaked out of her and dried on the flannel comforter.

  “How was that?” Emily asked in a daze, her hair all disheveled and covering her face.

  I lay down next to her, feeling her naked body against me. “We're not done yet,” I said and Emily's eyes shot open.

  “I don't know if I can take anymore, Pain.” Her voice faltered.

  I brushed the hair out of her face. “Once I get a taste of you, you're mine for the entire night.”

  Emily smiled and almost passed out. “I'll give you a breather,” I said. I took her hand and led it down below where she felt my cock already hard again. “But only for a moment. I'm ready to fuck your brains out.”

  —

  A knock at the door woke me up in the middle of the night. I checked the clock next to the bed and it was only one in the morning. I looked next to me and Emily was sound asleep. She had kicked the covers off and her naked body was aglow in the moonlight.

  I got out of bed and didn't even bother getting dressed. Whoever was interrupting me at this hour deserved an eyeful. I opened the door a sliver so they couldn't see the mess I had made with Emily. Tank stood in the hallway all big and buff. He used to wrestle back in high school and he looked like he could still play.

  “Prez needs to see you right away, Pain.” Tank scratched at his broom mustache.

  “Be down in a moment.” I closed the door and looked back at Emily. Her perfect ass was nice and round, begging to be fucked again. My cock almost came to attention but I willed it away. I had more important things to think about. Why was Blaze wanting to meet so late at night? It could only have to do with Emily. If Blaze wanted me to do away with her, he'd have a fight on his hands. I wasn't done with the bitch yet. Not by a long shot.

  I got dressed and made sure my Remington was loaded before putting it behind my back in my waistband. Blaze was sitting alone in the meeting room when I walked in and Tank closed the door, standing guard outside.

  My hand instinctively went to the butt of my gun. If Blaze wanted a shootout, he'd get one.

  “Take a seat, Pain,” Blaze said, half his face covered in shadow.

  My heart was punching the inside of my chest. I sat down in my normal seat at the opposite end of the table, my hand still behind my back on the gun. “What did you wake me up for, Prez?”

  “It's about the girl,” he replied with his hands folded in front of him. He looked like a Bond villain, ready to push a button and send me flying down a chute to be eaten by crocodiles. “We got word from Byron—he wants to make a trade.”

  My hand relaxed off the gun. “He's ready to give up his territory for his sister?”

  Blaze leaned back in his chair. “He didn't agree to anything yet. He wants to see his sister in person first.”

  Giving back Emily was the last thing I wanted to do. My cock wasn't even close to done with her yet. But the MC came first. There'd be plenty of other pieces of ass to stick my dick into. “Okay, so where's the meet?”

  “Near the edge of town, under the overpass.”

  “Think it might be a trap?” I asked.

  Blaze chuckled to himself. “With Byron...always.”

  Chapter Ten

  Emily

  I awoke the next morning feeling sore beyond anything I'd ever experienced before. Pain was sound asleep next to me, snoring softly. I lost count of all the orgasms last night. Most of them blended into each other, forming one earthquaking experience. That hot-as-hell biker was one good fuck.

  The covers only came up to his waist and his nicely inked chest was bare for all to see. I almost wanted to lift the comforter and get a peek at his massive cock. I felt like a little schoolgirl back in junior high. Heather would be laughing hysterically at me right about now.

  I got out of bed and tip-toed over to the bathroom. The cold tiles felt like burning coals on my bare feet. I hopped over to the shower and turned it as hot as possible, letting the steam fog up the mirror.

  I jumped into the shower and let the warm water relax my sore muscles. Just like with the makeup, the shower had all sorts of hair products, reminding me that I was just another one of Pain's pit stops.

  Don't fall for him, Emily. Remember, you're being held here against your will. I laughed at the idea of Stockholm Syndrome. Did that happen to me? Seems like asking to be fucked by your kidnapper is a level beyond that.

  But Pain was fucking good. I remembered his tongue playing around with my wet pussy, my clit getting flicked back and forth. And when he entered me for the first time, I felt the power of a real man inside me.

  My hand traveled south and found my fleshy bulb. A cry escaped my throat and I had to cover my mouth. Was I really doing this right now? Pain was just outside the door sleeping. I didn't care. My fingers were already doing their job, swirling my clit around in all directions. My other hand played with my breast, pinching my erect nipple, rubbing it between my index finger and thumb.

  I leaned back against the shower wall and shoved two fingers inside me, simulating Pain fucking me but even my whole hand couldn't imitate how big he really was. The water cascaded over my head and streamed down my stomach, flowing over my pubic mound.

  The thought of Pain coming inside me was too much for me to handle. All my muscles flexed and I cried out from the pain of them being too sore. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body fell apart as I orgasmed around my fingers.

  I clumsily reached for the towel outside the shower and wrapped my wet body. I squeezed the excess water out of my hair and dried the rest of my body off. I stepped out and the cold tiles weren't so freezing anymore.

  Pain was standing next to the bathroom counter, completely naked, his hard cock resting in his hand as he stroked it slowly. He looked good enough to eat. “Did you have fun in there?” he asked with a knowing grin
.

  My jaw dropped to the floor and my towel accidentally fell with it. My entire body flushed with red. Was he listening to me the entire time?

  Pain stepped towards me, his throbbing cock still in his hand. “You know you're not supposed to come without me.”

  I didn't know how to respond. He didn't own me. “My body is my own. I'll do whatever I want to it.”

  Pain shook his head. “Not when you're with me. You only come when I tell you to come.” The look on his face was pure seriousness. He really meant it. “Now get on your knees for your punishment.”

  Was he going to beat me? That's what bikers did, right? Byron sure did. If I didn't go along with his orders, would he beat me even more? I hesitantly dropped to my knees and Pain approached. He towered over me—his hard muscles, six-pack abs, and giant cock—my adonis. Pain ran his fingers through my hair like he was petting a dog. I expected a slap across my face at any moment.

  “Open that filthy mouth of yours,” Pain commanded.

  I parted my lips and opened wide, relaxing after I understood what he meant by “punishment.” Pain guided his large cock past my teeth and deep down my throat. My mouth stretched to fit his enormous girth.

  Pain rested his hand behind my head and thrust in and out. “I'm going to come in your mouth and you're going to swallow every last drop.”

  He made me feel so dirty—so sexy. My pussy was dripping wet and running down my thighs. I gripped his shaft and stroked him while he fucked my face. He pulled out and his tip danced on my tongue. I looked up into his eyes and saw a savage beast—untamed and dangerous. “You taste so good,” I murmured.

  Pain moaned as he shoved his cock back into my mouth. His fingers clenched the sides of my head, forcing himself deeper and deeper. I loved making him feel so good, loved making him shudder with ecstasy. I stroked him faster and faster, his engorged cock about ready to burst.

  Pain found his release, exploding out like a fire hydrant. His warm seed flowed down my throat, almost gagging me. Pain's fingers tangled with my hair as he screamed out my name. I sucked every last drop of his cum until his balls were completely drained.

  “Fuck...fuck,” Pain said breathless. He stumbled backwards until his hands caught onto the bathroom counter, holding himself up. “Where the hell did you learn to give blowjobs like that?”

  I wiped the leftover seed from the corners of my lips and smiled. “I couldn't help myself, your cock was so good.” I stood up and washed my hands beside Pain.

  “God damn, woman. I'd bend you over right now and fuck that sweet ass of yours but we need to go.”

  “Go? Go where?” I replied, drying my hands on the bath towel.

  “The trade with your brother...it's in a couple hours.”

  I froze in place. Pain made me totally forget about everything that was happening. I was a hostage to be traded away. Byron was going to be furious. A fist to my face was only going to be the appetizer. Byron always warned me that he'd give me to his men if I ever defied him. I couldn't face that. Pain had to help me.

  “I can't go back to him,” I said softly.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  I turned towards Pain and put my hands on his hard chest. “Don't let Byron take me. You don't know what he'll do to me if he gets me back.”

  Pain grabbed my hands and tossed them aside. His eyes were devoid of any emotion. The man that looked at me with a hungry desire was gone. “This ain't no fairytale, baby. Just because we fucked doesn't mean I'm going to save you from this nightmare. I don't do romance and we're still going to use you to take down the Fires of Hell.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Pain

  Emily's arms were wrapped around me and her hands cuffed together. She rode behind me on my Harley on our way to the meet with Byron. The smell of her hair was like heroin injected directly in to my veins. If only I could bottle it up for after she was gone. I'd never see her after today. Byron would keep a tight leash on her and never let Emily out of his sight. It felt like a lifetime ago when Tater and I kidnapped Emily outside that frat party.

  The rest of the MC followed close behind, our bikes forming a giant parade. The cars ahead moved to the sides of the road when they caught sight of us in their rear-view mirror. Nobody would dare mess with us when we were out in full force. Not even the cops.

  Blaze warned me that this could be a trap. Byron could try and take us out all at once. I needed my head to be clear and couldn't waste energy thinking about Emily's sweet pussy and filling her up with my cum until it oozed out.

  The day was boiling hot as we arrived under the freeway overpass which was the boundary between our two territories. It was the perfect place to have a huge shootout—in the middle of nowhere and a lot of noise from the passing cars overheard.

  Byron and the Fires of Hell were all there on the other side, guns loaded and pointed right at us. They could open fire on us at any moment and we'd be fish in a barrel. But he couldn't risk killing his sister. She was the only thing that mattered to him in the world—his only weakness.

  We parked our bikes and I untied Emily from me. Byron stared us down from afar. She looked at me with a sense of desperation. She wanted my help but I couldn't. My MC came first and this trade was essential to us surviving. “Be a good girl and we all get out of this alive,” I whispered to her.

  I pulled my Remington out and held Emily by the arm as we walked to the edge of our bikes. Blaze walked alone to meet Byron in the middle. They shook hands and spoke quietly so I couldn't catch anything they were saying. I kept my eye on the army full of Blacks, looking for any sign of a trap.

  “Please, Pain,” Emily begged. “We can both run away and never look back.”

  I squeezed her arm until she yelped. That would make her shut up so we could get this over with.

  “Whatever happened to no family, Blaze?” Byron asked, his finger dangerously close to the trigger on his handgun.

  “Desperate times, Byron. Did you bring all your weapons and drugs?”

  Byron nodded and pointed to the truck behind him. A few of the Fires of Hell members opened up the truck to reveal piles of rifles and crates that most likely held the cocaine which their MC was known for. “I won't let you get away with this, Blaze. You're making the wrong move here.”

  “I'll take my chances.” Blaze reluctantly shook Byron's hand again.

  “Time to go, Emily,” I told her.

  She wouldn't budge until I shoved her forward. Every step was torture for her. She kept trying to look at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted compassion and I had none to give.

  Byron looked Emily in the eyes. “Get the fuck over here you fucking bitch. You're going to get hell when I get my hands on you.”

  Emily stopped in her tracks. Her hands balled up into fists. “I'm not going with you, Byron.”

  Things were going so smoothly. I knew I should have taped her mouth shut.

  Chapter Twelve

  Emily

  I pressed my body against Pain's, hoping he'd save me from Byron. We could drive away and never look back. But he did nothing. Pain wasn't my savior—he was just like every other biker I knew.

  I tried my best to avoid eye contact with Byron. He was chatting with Blaze and looking over at me every once in awhile. The rage in his eyes was an inferno. Nobody would be able to stop him from almost beating me until my life was hanging by a thread. Then he'd throw me to his dogs to have the leftovers. I couldn't go back to him. If Pain wasn't going to save me then I had to save myself.

  Whatever happened to the Byron that protected me from bullies when we were kids. He used to be so kind. When I grew up and boys started to get interested in me, Byron became even more protective. No man could touch me. Which was probably why he was so angry whenever I sneaked out to go meet a guy.

  Byron glanced over Blaze's shoulder. “Get the fuck over here you fucking bitch. You're going to get hell when I get my hands on you.”

  I plante
d my feet on the ground and gathered every ounce of confidence and willpower. My brother no longer scared me. “I'm not going with you, Byron.”

  Byron bit his bottom lip, his fists so tight that dark blood was dripping onto the dirt floor. “What the fuck did you say to me?”

  Pain tried to push me forward but I held my ground. The lineup of the Fires of Hell bikers were looking around like they didn't know what to do. The Devil's Hellions MC looked just as confused. “You can go to hell, Byron. I'm no longer under your control.” It felt so good telling him off. Just like the slap across his face at the frat party. “I'd rather stay with the Black Widows and be killed than go with you.”