When I was done, I had to push him away because my clit was so sensitive. Mickey stood up and stretched. I crawled to the end of the bed, feeling oddly naked because I was still wearing my shirt. Mickey licked his lips and grinned. He stepped closer to the bed and I saw that he was rock hard through his pants.
“I want you,” I said softly.
Mickey raised his eyebrows at me. “You feel like begging again?”
I licked my lips and blushed. “I want to give you pleasure,” I said softly.
Mickey chuckled. “Whatever do you mean?” He looked down at me with his eyebrows still raised. “You’ll have to be a little more specific than that.”
I blushed even harder. My whole face was burning but Mickey’s gaze was red-hot and I couldn’t look away. “I want to suck you,” I said quietly.
Mickey unfastened his jeans and stepped closer. I tugged them down off his hips and his cock sprang free. Before he could even make one more saucy comment, I took him in my mouth. He was so wide that he strained my jaw almost instantly, but I loved the sensation of his soft, delicate skin in my mouth. Mickey moaned and pushed his hips close to my face as I gently began to suck on the head. He groaned when I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and began to pump up and down. I knew that he had to have been so hot already—he was pulsing and shaking after only a couple of seconds.
Mickey let out an indistinguishable, anguished cry and I closed my eyes and sucked more enthusiastically. As I felt his body begin to jerk and pulse with the force of his orgasm, I slipped as much of his cock in my mouth as I could handle. Mickey dug his hands into my hair and thrust against my face. When I tasted his hot, salty, cum, I licked my lips with relish. He was absolutely delicious.
And for now, he was mine.
Chapter Twenty
Mickey
I woke up, startled and dazed. It was dark outside and moonlight was streaming through the windows of the trailer. My cock was already hard and I peeled back the sheet to look at Ella’s amazing body. She was asleep and one of her arms was twitching. I let my eyes linger on her pert little breasts until I felt my cock start to throb with desire.
I wanted her again. I knew it had to be close to midnight, but I didn’t care. Softly, I leaned over and nuzzled Ella’s neck. She murmured something and then drifted back off to sleep. Frustrated, I bit her softly.
Ella’s eyes flew open. “What?” she demanded in a sleepy voice, rubbing her eyes with her hands. “What is it?”
“I want you,” I said with a toothy grin. Ella’s frustrated look turned to one of lust. She blinked at me and swallowed hard. Putting a finger to my lips, I gestured for her to get out of bed and follow me over to the door. Ella frowned.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was soft and I could tell she was nervous. Grinning wickedly, I reached down for the length of bungee cord that was stowed safely inside of the trailer. Ella’s eyes widened but she didn’t protest when I grabbed her wrists and bound them together. There wasn’t a lot of furniture in the room, but I hooked her over the coat rack. Ella was so petite that she had to stand on her tiptoes in order to maintain balance, and I watched as her breasts were thrust out into the air. The skin was pebbled with goose bumps and her nipples stiffened as I leaned down and took one of the creamy brown peaks into my mouth. Ella moaned softly. I continued to suck and lick at her nipples while slowly reaching around her body. When her eyes were closed, I gave her a little spank.
Ella jolted and cried out. She almost lost her balance and I watched in satisfaction as she squealed and cried out. I grinned when she gave me a confused look.
“Did you like that?” I asked softly.
Ella blushed and my cock twitched. The memory of my erection in her tiny pink mouth was too sexy for words, and I wanted her again. Immediately.
“Yes,” she said softly.
The corners of my lips curved up in a smile. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Ella said softly. I grinned. She’d read my mind; she’d known exactly what I wanted her to say. I’d never asked a girl to call me Daddy but with Ella, it was such an incredible turn-on. Just the sultry little sound of her voice was enough to make me rock hard.
“Good girl,” I said softly. Ella kept her big, fearful eyes trained on my body as I leaned in and gave her delicious ass another smack. Her skin was soft and smooth and my hand left a red print on one cheek. I groaned as I imagined what she would taste like right now; she had to be so wet that the juice was running down her thighs. Eagerly, I pushed her legs apart and stepped close. Ella shifted her body and tried to wrap her legs around my waist. She wasn’t successful but the effort was adorable. I watched as her face pinked in frustration as she tried to lift her body up using only her abs. When she couldn’t get situated, she looked at me with a pout on her gorgeous face.
I spanked her again, harder this time. When I slipped my fingers between her legs, I felt how wet she was. I grinned as I slipped my fingers inside her pussy and wiggled them around. She was so tight that I felt like they were going to be sucked off my hand. Deciding to change my tactic, I walked around Ella and took a firm hold of her hips. Ella grunted and stuck her ass out. Encouraged, I gave her another smack before spreading her cheeks slipping the head of my cock inside of her pussy.
“Mickey!” Ella squeaked and I felt a wave of lust crash over my body. “Mickey, take me! Please!”
I could hear the lust in her voice and I grinned, sliding all the way inside of her. Being inside Ella was like being wrapped in warm, wet velvet. I closed my eyes and stayed still for a moment before beginning to thrust harder than ever before. The coat rack creaked and swayed as I fucked Ella with all of the enthusiasm I could muster. Her sweet body absorbed the shock of my thrusts and by the loud cries of her voice, I knew she was having a good time. Ella’s arousal dripped out of her and down my body. I shivered as I inhaled deeply: the air smelled like sex. Musky, horny, animalistic sex. It sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine and I arched my back, burying my cock inside of Ella’s warm cave. She felt so good that I cried out and dug my fingers into her flesh. It felt like coming home, like being with a woman who was my equal in every way imaginable. My body craved hers and cried out for her whenever we weren’t together, and every time I thrust inside of her, it was like coming home.
“Ella, baby,” I cried out loudly, tangling my fingers in her soft brown hair. Ella’s body tensed and she began to rub her hips and ass against my crotch. Feeling the soft cheeks of her butt against my skin was almost more than I could take, but I kept thrusting blindly, as hard as I could. Ella shrieked and wriggled but her juices were coating my cock and I knew she was enjoying this immensely. As she shifted against me, I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. I could feel Ella’s heart skipping beats. It felt like a rabbit, or some small creature that was terrified. Her skin was coated with a fine sheen of sweat and I lowered my head to the back of her neck and inhaled deeply. There was something so sexy about the blend of strawberries and her delicate feminine musk—it drove me absolutely insane. My cock twitched and pleasure infused my body as I ramped up the speed of my thrusts.
Ella cried out and I felt her whole body tense. When I was sure she was close to coming, I wrapped my arms around her body and held her tightly against mine. I slipped a hand down between her legs and gently rubbed at her soaked clit with my thumb. It was so erect that it felt like a little button, and the harder I pushed it, the louder Ella screamed with pleasure. She moaned my name over and over again until I felt myself building up to an amazing high. With my free hand, I fondled her breasts. Ella began to come.; I felt the walls of her pussy clenching my cock over and over again. She screeched and cried and I could feel that her whole body was damp with sweat. As I started to slide out of her sodden pussy, Ella cried out and it sent me over the edge. I gushed cum all over the cheeks of her ass and grunted loudly with the force of my own orgasm.
I felt completely drained but amazing.
“That wa
s incredible,” Ella said in a dreamy voice as I untied her wrists. She rubbed her hands to get the circulation flowing again.
From outside the window, I heard a noise. Frowning, I pulled back the curtains and looked out at the parking lot. There were unfamiliar headlights bouncing over the clubhouse and I felt a stab of fear pierce my heart.
“Mickey? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Shhh. Be quiet!”
I watched with growing horror as the car parked next to the clubhouse and two unfamiliar guys got out. They were both carrying AK-47s.
Shit. This was going to be bad.
Chapter Twenty One
Ella
My heart started to pound faster, but not because of arousal. Mickey’s eyes darted around the trailer. With surprising grace, he slipped over to the sofa-bed and tugged on his jeans.
“What is it?” I asked loudly. “What’s happening?”
“Shush,” Mickey said in a gruff voice. He pushed me down to the floor and leaned in close. “Stay here.”
“What?” My voice came out as a high-pitched squeak. Mickey either chose to ignore me or didn’t hear me, and before he could answer, I heard a volley of gunfire coming from the clubhouse.
“Run when I run,” Mickey said in a low voice.
“What?” I squinted. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Mickey growled. A shiver of fear wormed into my heart and I nodded. He tossed me my jeans and top and I wriggled into them as quickly as I could. I looked at him; he was obviously wound up so tightly that he was like a coiled spring. There was a metallic, fear-like taste in my mouth and I shivered as Mickey pulled on a jacket. The gunfire kept going until I thought I was imagining it. Why would someone need so many bullets? My stomach felt ice cold. This was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
“Run,” Mickey said softly. He grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the trailer door just as the gunfire stopped inside the clubhouse. We dashed over to my rig and he opened the driver’s side door, hauling himself up behind the wheel. There was no time to argue; I knew that whatever he had in mind, I’d have to go along with. There was no way I could fight him and risk being left behind. As quickly as I could, I ran around the cab and hopped in the passenger seat.
Mickey had the rig moving before I could even pull the door shut. He shifted into gear and really cranked it hard, flying out of the lot and directly through the chain link fence. I screamed and ducked down below the dashboard as we tore through the fence with a diabolical metal shriek. Mickey was laughing to himself as he righted the rig and pulled onto the coastal highway. I realized we were headed out of Dos Palmos.
“Where are we going?”
Mickey glanced over at me and then turned his eyes back to the road without replying. I was silent as he drove, picking up speed. We hadn’t been followed, but I kept checking the side-view mirrors just in case. Mickey was more confident—he was practically whistling. I could tell a part of him was almost enjoying this.
When we got to the next town, Mickey stepped out of the rig and made a few calls. He hopped back in the cab and gave me a lazy grin.
“We’re going on a little trip,” Mickey announced. “You game?”
I shivered. “What choice do I have?” I asked softly. It almost felt like an inverse of when we’d first met, except now Mickey was the one in control.
“My guys are gonna meet us,” Mickey said, not answering my question. “We’ll be safe. Don’t worry.”
Ten minutes later, we were back on the road, surrounded by a biker fleet of The Irish. I was more scared than I’d ever been in my entire life. Even with Mickey by my side, I had no idea how we were going to come out of this alive. It seemed like something really bad was about to happen.
Swallowing in fear, I looked out the window at the bikers. Even though the sight should have reassured me, I was terrified.
This was bad. Little did I know just how bad it was going to get.
Chapter Twenty Two
Mickey
Even though I hadn’t slept in over thirty-six hours, I was more wired than I’d ever felt in my life. I drove Ella’s rig out of Dos Palmos, a hundred miles north to Palmetto Harbour. It wasn’t a great town, but it was a decent place to hide out for a while. Ella had been on the edge of the seat the whole time. I knew she was scared, but she’d been brave enough to keep it under wraps. Part of me respected her for that.
“Where are going?” she asked in her trademark soft voice as we pulled out of town. I shook my head.
“I can’t tell you right now,” I told her gruffly. “Just be quiet and stay down if you see anything. I promise we’ll keep you safe.”
As I drove, I shifted around on the big high seat. It was uncomfortable; I think I’d actually pulled a muscle fucking Ella when she was tied to the coat rack. I shuddered, thinking of her sweet, receptive body as I hammered her with my cock over and over again. She was so delicious, so sweet, so perfect. I wanted her again, as soon as possible, and I knew that I’d have to have her before the night was out.
“Hey, good thing you’re a doc,” I said suddenly. “Some of my guys are gonna need to be patched up.”
Ella nodded grimly. “I was afraid of that,” she said softly. “I have my bag here in the rig. Lucky I brought it, huh?” She smiled at me and I felt a bolt of lust shoot through my body. Goddamn, what was it with this chick? She was incredible. I felt like I’d just handed her the keys to my cock and balls.
“You’re a prepared little Girl Scout,” I said softly. Even in the black darkness of the night, I could tell that Ella was blushing furiously beside me.
“I try,” she replied. There was a hint of coyness in her voice and I grinned to hear it.
But as soon as we were silent again, my mood fell. This was probably my fault. If the guys weren’t protecting me, this wouldn’t have happened. Yeah, the MC was always supposed to protect their leadership at all costs, but I had a feeling that I could have avoided the whole situation if I hadn’t laid low after coming back from Ireland.
It was still a pretty fucking improbable week that I’d had. I couldn’t believe it, just seven days ago, I’d been on my way home from Ireland in a giant crate. Jimmy and Mason had lifted me into the back of this rig, and it turned out to be driven by the hottest, most willing little brunette I’d ever seen in my life. Ella had been a wildcat from the beginning and as time went on, the sex had gotten even hotter. It was incredible; I couldn’t believe how thirsty she was for my cock. It was like she was drugged, and the only relief was getting off as much as possible.
I grinned wickedly to myself. Oh, little Ella wouldn’t have any problems whatsoever getting off if I had anything to say about it. No, she’d be good and willing and tight, right in my arms.
I was getting hard again. Focusing, I pressed my foot to the pedal and sped up. The more time went by, the more likely I was to be in trouble. No matter what excuses the guys would give, I knew this was still all my fault, and I didn’t intend to make anyone else suffer.
I signaled with the rig’s lights to pull over once we’d coasted down the last hill and into the sleepy town of Palmetto Harbour. Despite only being an hour and a half away from Dos Palmos, it was like something out of another world. Whereas Dos Palmos was kind of cosmopolitan, even for a small town, Palmetto Harbour had been virtually untouched by modernity. I heard Ella gasp as we pulled into a gas station. The bikes surrounded her rig pulled over as well, and I took inventory of who was there.
“We’re going to have to find a place to stay, and then we can patch those guys up,” I told Ella. “You okay to stay awake for a while?”
She nodded, looking scared once more. “I’m fine,” she said calmly, taking a deep breath. “I promise I’ll be fine.”
“Stay here,” I ordered. I walked into the gas station and picked up some bags of snacks and sodas. My stomach was rumbling: I hadn’t eaten in almost a day. Plus, I knew Ella and the guys would be hungry, too. I aske
d about a motel and the guy behind the counter told me there was one a few miles away. I paid him with cash and didn’t ask for the change—his eyes widened when he saw the fat sheaf of bills that I’ll pulled out of my wallet.
“It’s just a little further,” I told Ella after climbing back up behind the wheel. “Just a little while longer and then we can rest.”
She nodded and concealed a yawn behind one of her small hands. I watched as her petite frame shook with the effort of it and felt my cock twitch in my pants. She was so irresistible; I couldn’t think about keeping my hands to myself for more than a few seconds. Everything about her was just so real, so perfect. I closed my eyes briefly and thought about what it would feel like to fuck her again. By now, she was probably so sore that she was raw. I grinned wickedly and thought about Ella walking across the motel room, buck naked, legs apart and grimacing in pain. I’ll make you so sore you won’t be able to sit for a week, I thought, looking at her delectable little body perched next to mine. Just you wait, honey.
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