by Cora Hart
"Axel, grab me a beer." It was Snake. I had no idea if he could reach the fridge, so I slid him out of my mouth.
Axel sounded a bit nervous, "Uh, just a sec."
"Bitch, get me a beer." Snake said it with a laugh.
"Jesus, chill." Axel was fidgeting under the bar. He pointed to my left, to a stainless steel cooler. I reached over to the cooler and slid it open. I reached in and felt around for a bottle. If Axel had moved over, he would have looked odd, or his ass would have exposed.
My fingers found one, and I pulled it free. I handed it to Axel’s grasping hand. It disappeared over the bar, "Here, now shut up." Axel told him.
I went right back to sucking him. I worked my tongue over his shaft as I took him deep into my mouth. The conversation went on. I felt so dirty being his naughty secret slut. I was about to give in and unbutton my jeans when a cell phone rang.
Snake answered, "Yeah, what've you got for me?" A pause. "Where?" Another pause. I teased Axel by kissing up one side of his shaft and down the other. I wanted to focus on the conversation, but also keep working his big cock. Snake must have gotten his answer, "We'll be there in seven minutes." I heard a bar stool slide out. "Axel, you man the home base. Jerry, you're with me."
"Right."
"Sounds good." Axel was probably thanking god that Snake had asked him to stay. When I heard that he was staying, the teasing stopped. Before he could say anything more, his cock was in my throat again. My arms wrapped around his waist and I pulled him into my mouth hard, holding him deep inside me.
Soon the motorcycle engines fired up and headed down the road. When I slid Axel out of my mouth, he reached down, grabbed me by my arms, and pulled me to my feet. He looked me straight in the eye and quickly undid the fly to my jeans. His strong hands pulled them down to my knees.
His hands were at my hips. Axel grabbed me. His fingers sunk into my soft flesh, and he lifted me so easily onto the bar. I let out a girlish squeal. No man had ever treated me so roughly, or made me feel like I wasn't so curvy. Axel was very strong. He didn't let out a sound as he lifted me.
“Get the fuck up here.”
He laid me on the bar, my jeans around my knees, my pink panties exposed to him. There was no way he could miss the large wet spot. I was beyond turned on. I wanted to be taken like never before, and I knew Axel was the man to do it.
His strong, rough hand came up to my neck. He laid me down onto my back. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bar and lifted my legs. I wanted him to spread them, but he didn't try to pull my jeans off. He held both my ankles in one hand and dragged his fingers down the back of my thighs.
I shivered and let out a moan. My pussy was aching with anticipation. I needed his cock inside me. I felt like that first touch of his cock would make me explode. Instead, it was his fingers pressing into me through my panties. Right at that wet spot that had grown since I walked into the clubhouse. Axel pressed into me, and I cried out. Either he had no idea how badly I wanted him to fuck me, or he was teasing me.
I wanted to lean forward to let him see the pained look on my face, but I was just at the edge of the bar, and could barely move forward. His finger drifted down from my pussy to my ass. He reached under my panties, pulling the fabric to one side. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I knew he would plunge his big cock into me any second.
He still held my legs firmly in the air, and Axel grabbed his manhood with his other, guiding it to my exposed pussy. It was right there, just waiting to fill me. Axel let out a moan that sounded incredibly sexy. He thrust forward, finally filling me. It was pure pleasure. His big cock stretched me beautifully, and with my legs clamped together, he felt absolutely huge.
I let out a long moan. It came from a primal place. This big, bad man was making me his on the bar of his motorcycle club. It was a naughty fantasy come true. I closed my eyes and held onto the edge of the bar as he thrust in and out of my aching pussy. I was holding on for dear life.
"Oh my god!" I cried out over and over.
Axel's ripped body was slamming into me. He grabbed my thigh, still held vertical, and he used it to pull my body back into him, meeting his cock every time. He was grunting deeply and sounded incredibly sexy. The fear and the danger had turned me on so much, and now this rugged biker was fucking me so hard on a bar. I felt like such a bad girl.
I licked my lips, still tasting his salty cock on them. My head struggled to stay upright as I watched him pound my body hard. I could feel my orgasm growing, and my sighs began to get louder. He wasn't slowing down at all. Axel was a fuck machine.
He was stretching my pussy so perfectly, filling me and hitting all of my sweet spots. I gripped the edge of the bar as hard as I could, because he kept speeding up and thrusting harder.
"Fuck, Axel. Fuck me harder." I said, my voice choppy as his body slammed into mine.
He finally spread my legs, no longer holding them up. I could see his chiseled features now. They were twisted in pleasure. He reached up to my chest. I could feel my hard nipples, and the anticipation of his hand on my tits worked me up even more. Instead, though, Axel grabbed the top of my t-shirt and pulled it down.
He hooked my bra, too, and pulled them both towards him, exposing my bouncing breasts to him. He began to pull my body into his cock by my clothing. Violently forcing me around his cock repeatedly. My tits jumped back and forth as the force shot through me. Axel was giving me the hardest fuck of my life. My orgasm was growing bigger and bigger inside my loins, and it was so close to exploding out.
I could feel where his nails had dragged down my chest, and I pulled my head up to look at his powerful body railing into me. He was grunting and had such a manly look about him, I felt him push my body over the edge of pleasure. I screamed out loud and pounded my fists on the bar. My legs wrapped around Axel and I pulled him into me, trying to hold him close as he filled me. My muscles ached and pure bliss flowed through me. It was a huge orgasm. I knew it would be big, but I had no idea how turned on I was.
My pussy tightened around Axel, and I could feel his big cock throbbing inside me. His entire length was inside me, and I clenched around him as I came. He held me down tightly by my shirt and bra. I could feel his power over me. He was controlling everything. He stayed balls deep inside me as my orgasm subsided. I was just catching my breath when he began to thrust again.
"My turn," he said with a smile.
I panted, "Oh god, yes please. Fucking fill me."
"Don't you worry, baby."
He began pulling me to his cock again, my shirt and bra pulled down. I let go of the bar with one hand to squeeze my breasts. The weight of his body was slamming into me again, and I was moaning with each spearing from his big cock. Axel pounded me, and I wanted his cum so badly. I gave him my sexiest eyes when I could stay focused. Most of the time, though, I had them shut tightly as I reeled in the pleasure of his cock.
"You ready, baby?" he asked, not slowing down at all.
"So fucking ready. Give me everything you've got!" I squeezed my breasts hard.
It wasn't long until his thrusts became less rhythmic. Axel's last thrust pushed into me deeply. He was completely inside me, his hand yanking my shirt and bra towards him. He groaned out loud like a sexy caveman taking his prize. His large cock exploded inside me. His cum filled me, each throb squirting more of his sticky cum into me. He pushed hard into me, his face twisted in his orgasm.
He still pushed into me, my body bouncing on the wood. Axel finally opened his eyes and let out a long sigh. He was beginning to sweat, and the look of his masculinity turned me on so much. I was his beautiful prize. With his spent cock still inside me, he reached down, and I heard the cooler slide open. He came back with two beers in his hand. Holding them on the edge of the wood, he slammed each one down, the cap flying off and clinking somewhere below us.
Axel slid out of me, and I could feel his cum leaking out of me. He grabbed my mess of a shirt and pulled me upright again. I sat on the ba
r, my legs dangling down, still half wearing my pants. He took a long pull from the bottle, then handed me the second one. It was incredibly refreshing. I hadn't realized how dry my throat was. It was scratchy and raw from my screams. I could feel the cold beer draining into my throat and chilling me from the inside.
Axel pulled his pants up as I rearranged my shirt and did my best to get my tits back inside my bra. It felt like he had completely disfigured it, but I couldn't have cared less. I pulled my panties back over my pussy. They were still wet, and his cum began to soak into them along with my own wetness. I smiled and giggled as I pulled my jeans up my thighs again.
"I didn't realize we were inviting such a dirty slut to our clubhouse," He said with a chuckle.
I moaned softly at his naughty words, "I didn't either. There's something about this place that fires me up. Is this a typical day here?"
"Bricks through windows, guns, violence?" He set his beer down. He leaned forward, his hands on either side of me on the bar. My pants were still not up over my ass. I bet I looked just like someone who would be on the back of a Harley. "Yeah, it's a pretty typical day." Axel leaned forward and kissed me deeply. His cold tongue on my lips was intoxicating. Before he broke the kiss, he bit my bottom lip hard. I let out a pitiful little moan.
He pulled me back to my feet. Behind the bar again, I wiggled my hips back and forth as I pulled my jeans over my juicy ass. We had finished fucking just in time, because the roar of motorcycles began to grow in the distance. He gave me a wry smile. He knew the timing was perfect, too.
We walked out from behind the bar with our beers and waited for the rest of the MC to arrive. My heart was just barely returning to a normal speed, but the sound of the engines made it jump again. I couldn't help but think how sexy this whole thing was. I heard them pull onto the dirt parking lot outside of the clubhouse. The engines died. Boots on gravel, then the door swung open hard.
I saw the "President" patch on the vest, and I knew Snake was back, and his white T-shirt beneath his Saint's vest was soaked with blood. It had to be blood, I don't know what else it could be. My pulse doubled, but I didn't dare say anything. I just stayed quiet, watched, and listened.
Axel was the first one to speak, "Good news?"
Snake just shook his head. Axel kicked a chair, and it tumbled across the floor and slammed into a wall, rattling an Old Style Beer neon sign. I thought it would drop and shatter. I could see the veins in Axel's neck bulging out as his face turned bright red.
Snake grabbed Axel by the shoulders, "Calm down, bro. Jerry took one in the upper arm. He's on his way to the doc. It's not bad, but it means war."
Axel stood strong in front of Snake, "What's the plan?"
Snake pulled off his vest. He tossed it onto a nearby table and then pulled his bloody shirt over his head, "We need to take down Handsome Carl and the sheriff. It’s dirty work, but we're dirty workers."
"The sheriff?" Axel questioned.
"We know John is as deep in shit as Handsome Carl. We'd be doing the town a fucking favor. It has to be done." Snake noticed me for the first time. He walked over to the chair I was sitting in. He was in his forties, but with his shirt off, I could see that he was still in great shape. Tattoos littered his chest, muscles ripped across his body. He was graying at the temples, but still had the bad boy twinkle in his eye.
"And who the fuck is this peach?" He asked, turning back to Axel.
"Claire...the reporter."
Snake turned back to me. He bent down to his honches, eye level with me. He reached between my legs and grabbed the legs of the chair. He yanked me towards him, my legs spread. I let out a gasp, but I didn't make a move to get away. Fear and lust kept me glued in place, my eyes locked to his. I was wrapped up in something serious now, and he knew it, too.
Snake smiled and said sarcastically, "Well, Claire, you came just in the nick of fucking time." My mouth was open, but I couldn't get any words out. He went on, "You know you can't say a fucking word. You can't write a fucking word. You know too much, don't you, Peach?" I nodded slowly.
"Good." He turned to Axel. "She's a smart one." Back to me, "You're going to stay with us for a little bit. Sorry, Peach, can't be helped. We'll keep you safe. We'll take care of you, but if Handsome Carl made you, you're in danger." My heart raced. It didn’t jump out of fear, but desire. I looked to Axel. He gave me a smile. That bad boy smile that still eased my worried mind.
When I turned back to Snake, the same smile was on his face. He leaned in closer. The heat between my spread legs was growing by the second.
He spoke, barely above a whisper, “So for now, Peach, you belong to the Saints.”
The complete story of Claire and The Saints: The Saints Motorcycle Club
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