by Nicole Snow
“Then listen to this,” he said, breaking the kiss.
His free hand yanked my low top to its breaking point. He grabbed one breast, raked his stubble across my cleavage, and forced aside my bra.
God, what the hell was I thinking? At some base subconscious level, I definitely wanted this to happen tonight with the trashy outfit I'd picked out. The bra was an old hangover from my time at Pink Unlimited, and Blaze had noticed.
Noticed, and enjoyed it. His teeth dug deeper into my flesh, stopping just short of my nipple, where the terrible pulse seethed for his sweet mouth again and again.
Damn! I pushed hard against his chin, but he was intent on teasing me, bringing only a little relief when his face moved up to mine and he pinched both breasts hard.
My tongue slipped into his mouth. He tasted me losing my mind, tasted the little quakes shaking through my system.
“Blaze. Please.” I sounded pathetic. The only thing worse was the brutal burn between my legs, the mad fire pushing against his hard cock as he held his bulge against me.
“Not until you listen, baby. Have to know you're gonna be a good girl from now on. My fucking girl.”
His hands swept up my breasts and took my shirt with them. The top popped off and I was glad to see it go. I pinched my legs tight around him.
“No fair! You get to see them, feel them...what about me? I'd like to find out what those tattoos I've seen crawling up your neck look like.” I was literally begging now. Blaze stared at me with flames mounting in his eyes.
We both knew what he wanted, and he wouldn't give in until he had it. It still took two more nipple twists and his lips teasingly pushing on mine to make me submit.
“Okay! Okay. I'm yours. I'll listen. I'll be your good girl. Just as long as I'm yours. I –“
He rose up and stopped my words. I watched as he crouched, dropped his cut off his shoulders to the floor, and then dragged the shirt beneath it up over his head.
Holy, holy shit. He's...
Magnificent.
No other word was suitable. What else could describe the total perfection locked in his muscles, rolling hills gliding from his neck to his belt, hills and deep canyons lining his torso and stretched across his arms?
I wasn't sure there were any words at all for his ink. Jesus, seeing his tattoos – really seeing them – caught me off guard. They were a hypnotic canvass, dark lines across his muscle like a second skin.
A raging devil face was emblazoned on his chest, same as the big patch on the back of the club jacket. The flames spiraled up and rolled around the his neck while others burst straight down, running into yet more tattoos.
Without anymore whining from me, Blaze stood up and turned.
I saw his back. No surprise, it was just as ripped as the front. Pitchforks flanked his sides. There was a huge one right between his shoulder blades with elegant words scrawled around it.
The phrase Straight to Hades was scrawled in a half-circle, arranged around the giant pitch fork like a top rocker on a biker's cut. Beneath it, I counted eight little skulls, each one a slightly different shade of red ink.
Looked like they'd been added over time, as I knew from the flower pattern I had going up my hip. It was a work in progress, something I added to whenever I reached another milestone.
After tonight, I'd be adding more buds to the rosebush. Maybe even a full bouquet. I wondered what his project was all about.
“What's that?” I said, pointing stupidly as he opened his belt and dropped his pants.
“The skulls...” I whispered, losing my mind. Seeing the hard mountains of his ass beneath his tight boxers made it hard to focus on anything except feeling his hard flesh on mine.
“Missions I've done for the club,” he said, returning to his place between my legs. “I like to keep track and I'm proud of my career. Some bros do patches. Me, I like to wear it on my skin so I'll never forget. Everything I do for the Prairie Devils is part of me. All part of what you're about to suck and fuck, baby.”
Crap! Did he really have to remind me?
He did. And then he sent me another reminder with a new deep kiss, running his hands down my legs when I pushed up against him. He was done messing around with my skirt.
His hands reached for the waistband and it raced down my legs so fast I shuddered. I helped kick it off, breaking out in goosebumps when I caught his eyes fixed on my tattoo.
“What?” I smiled. “You didn't think you were the only one with a little ink?”
“It's beautiful. Fuck, do they taste as good as they look?” One stray finger caressed the blooming flowers, rounding my hip, stopping at the top of my panties.
I couldn't stop him as he sank low to the pattern. Nor did I want to.
No man's breath ever made me gasp, but then nobody had ever shown interest in it before like Blaze. He stopped next to my skin, breath coming slowly, inhaling my scent. Then his tongue darted out, circling the first rose, tracing its way along the thorny stem to the next.
My hips jerked. I had to grab his head to steady myself. Big mistake. It only encouraged him to kiss harder.
When he started pulling at my panties with his teeth, I whimpered. The gentle strokes he'd used on my tattoos became a savage need to get me bare, to discover the ends of my tattoos.
Blaze passed my panties into one hand with his mouth, and then he returned to my flesh, vibrating a growl up my sleek thigh. I pinched my teeth tight and hissed, all I could do to keep from exploding.
Now I understood why guys got so embarrassed if they lost it too fast with a girl.
He hadn't even touched me there yet, and I was ready to cream myself. Blaze was dynamite packed into a beautiful man's flesh. Nothing would've prepared me for him, certainly not the way he dove between my legs as soon as I was naked, trailing the last of my ink with his tongue and letting it guide him lower.
Lower...lower...oh! Too low!
No such thing. My body jerked hard at his lips on my pussy, before rolling forward again. His tongue opened me up, kissing past my lips, plunging deep into my slickness.
He fucked me with wet warmth the same way he kissed. Rough, eager, and unstoppable. My fingernails raked their way down through his hair and rested on his shoulders.
I must've clawed him half to death when his rhythm increased. Raw electric pleasure pulsed through my core, through the wetness, feeding the need spilling into my blood, brain, and bones.
I was on fire, a human pyre ready to combust for him, to burn into so many pieces only he could put them together again. My body accepted it, and I thought I was ready.
Then his tongue swirled up, pulling my clit in his mouth.
Thick long strokes circled my little nub again and again. The fire I thought I'd accepted was nothing compared to the molten tsunami ripping through my spine.
I had just enough time to look down between my legs, digging my claws into his tattooed back. Blaze had his head turned, staring up at me, and his eyes said what is mouth couldn't.
Come for me, baby. Come your pretty fucking brains out.
Helpless, I obeyed. I jerked, thrashed, convulsed, imagining how incredible his cock would be inside me if his mouth was this good.
Blaze pulled me in as I came, clenching my ass and thrusting me to his face. I rode his sucking, tonguing, rough lips hard, diving into the rough pleasure swallowing me whole.
He relished my screams. My clit locked between his teeth and he held it there, thrumming it in slippery heat again and again, holding my spasming cunt on his face.
I gushed like nothing else, a geyser of wet, hot pleasure drowning him between my legs.
When it was all over, he set me gently on the bed, and wiped his mouth as he got up. His tongue swept through his lips, wiping away my cream, his hot breath flaring out his nostrils.
“Shit. Nice to feel a girl come on demand. I'll never go back to whores with you, baby.”
Big words for a badass biker. I was still too dazed to answer, but I looked
at him, wondering if I should be scared or flattered.
Just how many whores had he fucked? I'd seen the blonde one around, the girl he pushed off to other guys as soon as he started getting into me.
Blaze covered my small body with his. He made me taste my sex on his lips, kissing me deep, stroking his tongue against mine with the same hot passion he'd poured between my legs.
“You ready for this, woman? Wrap your legs around me and hold on really fucking tight. Told you the ride gets rough from here.”
New heat pulsed deep inside me and I grinned. I looked up into his face, trembling with desire when I felt his bulge crease up and down my slit. His very naked bulge.
He'd lost his boxers sometime in between changing positions. I flattened my palms against his tattooed chest and pushed against him.
“What's up?” he growled.
“Are you safe? I'm on the pill...but you've been with a lot of women.”
His face darkened. “You think I'm so far gone thinking with my dick I'd put you in danger? No, baby. Never been with anybody dirty and the whores stay fucking clean. Just because I ride a Harley doesn't mean I'm immune to physicals either. If I caught a bug the last few months, my doctor would've told me.”
I sighed. That made me feel a little better, but I still wasn't sure. Then his hips rocked against mine, rubbing his huge, full, eager length against my opening. His tip coated itself in wetness and slathered my clit.
“Oh! Holy shit,” I moaned, poising the tips of my nails on his chest. “I...I think I want this.”
“Yeah, you do,” he said, not a shred of doubt in his voice. “You'll take it good and get damned used to it. I'll never do you wrong. Fuck your worries into the ground. They're over. From now on, there's only one pussy this cock's going into.”
His face didn't show a single line of deception. He was actually serious.
It could've been the lust, forcing us together with magnetic intensity, but I believed him. Plus being the only girl this crazy, overprotective, rock hard man wanted swelled my heart like nothing else.
I nodded. All the signal he needed to sink low, hard, and deep.
“So. Fucking. Tight!” Blaze said each word like a curse when he pushed into me.
Pleasure exploded inside me, overwhelming the last few impulses my mind still controlled. My arms and legs wrapped tight around his perfect body. I hooked myself to him and drew him closer, urging his cock deeper, even when he'd gone to the hilt and rested his balls on my ass.
Blaze opened his eyes and looked at me. I gave him a shallow nod, hoping he saw how badly I needed him just now, how badly I needed him to ravage me.
Let go and fuck me. Please.
His large cock slid back and he plunged in again, adding more force to his hips. No doubt about it: he was big, and I was tight. It took my inexperienced cunt several strokes to loosen up and accommodate him, but when it finally did, we fit together like we'd been made for this, designed for each other.
Rising vigor shuddered in his muscles as he picked up speed. Each time he thrust all the way in, his arms bulged out, hard and steady. I watched the devil tat on his chest glistening with sweat.
Blaze fucked like a conqueror, a man. Not that I expected anything less.
When this man got what he wanted, he savored it, and now it was my body's turn to be worshiped. I pinched his hard ass with my ankles and began to buck back, swallowing him whole, not stopping until I heard him groan pleasure.
“Fuck me!” I urged, my thoughts spilling out loud. Ecstasy soared like hot smoke inside me. “Fuck me deep, Blaze. Give it like you want.”
I had a dirty mouth and I knew how to use it. Thankfully, I'd finally found a man worth it.
Blaze took me harder, spiking down and pinning my hips to the mattress. Springs snapped and squealed beneath our weight.
“Where's my good girl gone?” Blaze asked, amusement shining in his eyes.
I dug my nails into his neck and lifted my head. He swore as I lifted my head to his chest and bit tenderly around one nipple.
“Oh, fuck. You wanna play rough with me, baby? Be careful what you wish for...”
He lifted one hand, fisted my hair, and shoved my teeth away. He pinned me down and bit my bottom lip in a long kiss, increasing the speed and pressure from his hips. He rocked into me harder, grunting feral pleasure through my lips.
Our sweaty flesh meshed perfectly now. His cock glided up to my womb with fluid perfection. Hot, insistent lightning zapped my brain each time his friction caught my clit.
Feels so fucking good, Blaze. Don't ever take this body away from me. Don't ever leave me alone again.
I was too beaten by sex to say it. But I thought it as his thrusts grew fiercer. He clawed at my hair more desperately, swallowing my rising moans with his lips.
When I came, it was like shrapnel ripping through me, each little pellet charged with pure carnal energy. The buckshot burned through every muscle, every nerve, and sent my eyes rolling deep in my head.
“Blaze! Michael. Take. Me.” I stuttered, my last words gurgling into incoherent bliss.
He fucked me even harder, excited by hearing his real name.
Orgasm stole my breath. I tightened around his cock and exploded, shaking beneath him, losing myself in an endless cascade when he rammed his cock through my spasms.
I thought he was about to break the bed and come with me. But Blaze had something else in store, and he didn't release anything as he happily rocked my body.
I collapsed back, still feeling him shaking my flesh and bones. He woke me from my stupor, grabbing one breast and bringing it to his mouth to get needled with a love bite.
“Up. Flip over for me, baby.”
I did as he asked, resting on my hands and knees. He entered me from behind and immediately pawed at my breasts, using them for support as he mounted from behind.
If I thought he fucked me hard before, I didn't have a clue.
The angle, the energy, the position was perfect to ratchet up the fire. His balls slapped my tender flesh furiously and I began to scream, the last orgasm's numbness melting into new desire.
His muscles hit the backs of my thighs with a steady tempo. Mostly, I felt him inside me, bigger and harder with every stroke, his maniac lust carrying me away.
“You want it inside you, don't you? You want me to shoot my fucking come where it belongs?” He jerked my hair, breathing hot smoke on my neck.
“Tell me, baby. Only gonna give it to you if you beg and come for me again.”
His hips rocked for savagely.
God, what a devil. Bastard. I forced my hips back, trying to make him lose control before he was ready, but it just caused my sex to suck and pulse closer to climax.
Blaze laughed. “No more play, Saffron. No more fucking around. You want to take it in you, or what? I need to brand you deep, baby, and this cock won't take no for an answer.”
Neither would my body. My mutinous, evilly honest flesh worked my lips. I turned my head, jerking my hair a little tighter in his hand. Damn, it felt strangely good with his thrusts down below, like the tension in my scalp increased the pleasure humming in my pussy.
“I want it, Blaze! Want it bad. Want to feel you come inside me. Please.”
He wanted me to beg? Fine.
If shallow jerks of my hips against his cock didn't make him lose it, maybe words would, and I was more than okay with that. His hands went to my ass and clamped on hard, fingers like vices.
“You say it again and I just might shoot.” One hand went around my thigh and found my clit, and he began aggressively rubbing it. “Tighten up that sweet cunt and ask again. Make me believe it.”
What the fuck? Does he want me on my hands and knees?
Well...I was already there. But I wasn't going to spill it and blubber like a schoolgirl. That is, until he started to thrust deep, hitting just the right spot inside me with his cock as his fingers gyrated around my wet clit.
Pleasure foamed up in my b
rain. I was one breath away from coming, and the only thing on my mind now was how good it would feel to have his warm come flooding me.
“Do it,” I grunted through my teeth. “Fill me, Blaze. Take what's yours. Pump it deep 'til I can't hold another drop!”
I sounded desperate. And apparently, desperation was good, especially with orgasmic tension possessing us.
He grunted, shifting his hips faster, power fucking me in longer, more savage strokes than before. I screamed and felt everything below the waist turn to warm, mushy cream. I was one neuron firing away from coming when he slammed himself forward, holding my ass until it hurt with one hand, and pinching my clit so hard with the other I thought he'd blow my brains out of my head.
My pussy contracted right as he shot his first jet. Blaze's cock swelled and jerked inside me, and then it happened again, filling my slick emptiness with his seed.
I let out an animal scream and came. We shook together, sweating and rocking and melting, two bodies flowing into one.
His fire darted into me again and again, each time a little higher and deeper. My screams were loud, but they were punctured by his masculine roars, his guttural passion rushing out as my sex milked his cock for all it was worth.
It was the hardest orgasm of my life. Pleasurable, but hard, so hot and intense it blinded me and sucked my lungs empty.
I toppled head first to the mattress and Blaze was right behind me near the end, his shallow growls moving with his breaths. He caught himself just in time and propped himself up before he fell and crushed me.
“Fucking hell, baby. You ride better than a hundred whores.”
For some reason, I laughed. “I'll take that as a compliment.”
I twisted my head and caught him in a kiss. Not long after, he pulled out and we rolled over. I mingled around him, rubbing my fingers over his muscles, loving the way our sweat lubricated his skin.
Blaze's shoulder was turned and he had one arm around me. My nails stopped over the top row of skulls near his shoulder and I studied them.
“Just eight? Thought it would take a lot more jobs than that to become club President.”
