“You needed that, didn’t you?” Daddy murmurs in a raspy voice.
“Mhm,” is all I can manage.
“But we can do better than that,” he says, whipping out his cock and starting to rub the broad, swollen head in a circular motion around my aching hole.
“Oh, you’re teasing me,” I whimper, biting my lip.
“I’m not teasing,” he growls. “Do you want more, little girl?”
I nod fervently. “Yes. Yes, please. Don’t stop.”
“You want me to fuck this sweet little pussy?” Daddy asks.
“More than anything,” I breathe.
His hands wrench my thighs further apart as he lifts my legs to hook them over his shoulders. I can hardly keep my heart from falling out my chest as he lines himself up, the engorged tip of his cock pressing ever so slightly against my hole until he pushes inside a little. I cry out and grasp for his arms to steady myself as he slides into me slowly but fully. I feel tears prickling in my eyes, my breaths coming quick and shallow. I feel enormous waves of pleasure through my whole being, but there’s a tinge of slight pain from how absolutely huge Daddy is inside of me. And that edge of pain is what drives me to feel even sexier than ever. I can not only take the pain with the pleasure-- I revel in it. I love the way it feels to have his massive, glorious cock spearing my tight little cunny open. His thickness stretches me with every inch, and once he’s fully sheathed inside of me, there are still a couple inches he can’t even fit. But he certainly tries, and the resulting slam of force into my unsuspecting g-spot makes my pussy gush, with a sudden, bright, searing climax that has me seeing stars dancing in the air. I feel myself closing and convulsing around his thick cock, and he softly rocks back and forth while I come down from the overstimulated intensity of my orgasm. I arch my back and lean into him, his strong arms snaking underneath my ass to lift me slightly. This new angle proves to be quite literally explosive. With a few rapid thrusts, he hammers into my g-spot relentlessly. When he uses one of his arms to continue lifting me and the other wanders to grope my breast, then down to massage my dripping wet folds, all while pummeling me with his cock… well, I’m a goner.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Daddy,” I whimper, a genuine tear beading up in my eye.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Give Daddy all that honey,” he growls.
His thumb traces a perfect circle over my little pink clit at just the right moment and I come again, dousing his cock in a startling rain of juices.
“Fuck yes,” he groans through gritted teeth. “You’re so wet for me.”
“It feels-- so good--” I choke out. “I want to feel you. Hard.”
“Harder?” he purrs against my ear.
I nod eagerly, clawing at his back. “Please. Please, fuck me hard.”
To my dismay, he pulls back and slips out of my cunny, making me pout with disappointment. I look up at him sadly.
“What did I do?” I murmur.
“Get on your knees,” he commands. “Face that wall. Show me that beautiful ass.”
I do as I am told. I kneel down almost in a praying position, then lift my ass up in the air. I look back to see Big Daddy running his hands over my smooth, bouncy ass. He spreads my legs farther apart and grabs hold of my hips to keep me in place. I inhaled sharply as his cock slides into me with one swift, piercing movement. I cry out and shudder around him, but he manages to hold me up with ease. He rears back and slides into my cunny again. He picks up the pace and the force, and before long, he’s railing into me so hard I can hardly keep upright. Tears burn in my eyes and a blissed-out smile plays on my lips as he pounds my pussy harder and faster. Every snap of his hips and wet smack of his balls against my ass nudges me closer and closer to another orgasm. Finally, just as I’m feeling Daddy tense up and tighten his grip on my hips, I come again, slicking his cock with my juice. Not an entire heartbeat later, I feel his massive shaft pump and pulsate inside of me, shooting me full of his precious, creamy seed. We collapse together on the floor, side by side looking up at the ceiling while we catch our breath.
“Damn,” he growls.
“Indeed,” I pant.
Before we can say anything else, we’re interrupted by the annoying buzz of a cell phone on wood. With lightning-quick speed, Big Daddy sits up and snatches the phone off the coffee table, sliding the screen open. He instantly looks concerned. I sit up next to him.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Breaker. He says he’s about to call--” he breaks off as the screen lights up. It’s a call from Breaker. He hastily answers. “Hello? Breaker?” Daddy says.
I watch as he stands up and paces across the room. I can’t hear what’s being said on the other end of the line, but I can by the look on Daddy’s face that something isn’t right. All the bliss and peace that had graced my body in the afterglow went skittering away in the dark.
Big Daddy
I end the phone call with the push of a button in the bedroom a few minutes later, and my face is grim as I lower my phone, feeling Juliette’s intense gaze on me.
“Was that…?” she asks.
“What it sounded like?” I say. “Yeah. You said you thought nobody missed you--you were wrong. Your brother just asked for a meeting, and he wants to talk about you.”
Her face pales briefly, but she looks more surprised than anything. “Really? That soon?”
“We’re at war, Juliette,” I say. “Eyes and ears are everywhere. I’d be surprised if we went unseen the whole way down to your mom’s place. Just so happens that’s for the best, if we want to go along with this plan.”
“I do,” she affirms, smiling faintly yet nervously, and my cock stays stiff the whole time I can see her naked body only half-covered by the sheets, draped over her curvy figure so nicely I want to dive onto her for the next round. “If you really think this could avoid war, then I’ll do it.”
“Save the ‘I do’s for the altar,” I say with a wink that makes her roll her eyes, despite her blush.
I get back into bed with her, and I lean against the wall as she curls into my side without prompting. Her soft hands slide over my firm, tight abs and meet on my side as she wiggles close, and I wrap a large arm around her and pull the sheets up. My hand squeezes her hip, and the last shiver of the chill in the room gets driven away by our body heat together.
I’ve fucked my prisoner, the darker part of my mind tells me. She doesn’t seem to see it that way, judging by the way her whole body seems relaxed in a way I’ve never seen before. She always has this tension in her shoulders that shows in the way she walks, but she might as well be a wet noodle draped over me now.
She feels safe, I realize, and that startles me. I’m the kind of guy people stay a distance from walking down the sidewalk. They see me in traffic, they move. I’m no showoff, it’s even inconvenient. It’s hard to buy a new pair of black goddamn jeans when the clerks keep nervously trying to avoid me. If anything though, Juliette seems to enjoy it even more this way. She can be prickly, but she’s different around me. I thought it was just in my head at first, but now that I’ve seen her around other people, I can’t not notice it.
We sit in silence for a few long minutes, and I spend half of it wondering what’s on her mind. But I’ve always been a man who talks with his hands, so I slid my hand up to the back of her neck, and I start gently massaging her with thick knuckles and a warm hand.
“Oh my god,” she murmurs, closing her eyes softly and turning her head, bringing a smile to my lips. “I didn’t know how much I need that. All of it,” she says softly, filling me with a warmth from within that I’m not used to.
“If I’m going to be your husband, I might as well play the part,” I say in a low, rumbling voice.
“Is being handcuffed to the bed what you have in mind for your wife?” she says, tilting her head to the side with a playful smile.
“Might be,” I growl ominously, working my fingers into her back and sliding my other hand between her thighs.
> She gasps as I feel her warmth and our wetness, and I shamelessly invade her to caress her pussy and keep both hands busy on her. Her mouth hangs open, and for longer than I cared to keep track of, I held her there, kissing her neck and rubbing her gently as I tried to soothe her body and mind together.
“The weirdest thing is,” she murmurs, breaking the spell of silence. “I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. Even back home.”
I don’t reply with words. I only hug her closer to me, sliding my hand out of her pussy at last and feeling my cock twitch at the soft whimper she lets out.
“So…” she says once we’ve moved out of gentle aftercare and start to feel sleep catching up to us. “It’s a good sign that Clint- Diesel, wants to meet with you, isn’t it?”
“What makes you ask?” I say.
“You seem uneasy,” she replies.
“I’m always uneasy,” I say with a wink.
“I get that vibe,” she says, nodding.
“I’m just a suspicious guy,” I admit, shrugging my shoulders. “I probably always will be. It served me well in the past. And you know I’ve dealt with Diesel. Hell, you know him. I’m the right amount of cautious.”
“Can’t argue with that if I wanted to,” she admits, yawning as she rubs her eyes.
And soon, sleep takes us both.
The next morning, I’m leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom while Juliette showers, looking up at the ceiling with my arms crossed as I listen to the sound of the water pouring over her body with a swelling cock, smiling to myself. I’m keeping an eye on her just because this is still technically a kidnapping, but I have a feeling she’d object more if I were to leave her alone.
“So, what’s the plan?” she asks from behind the curtain.
“We’re meeting around lunchtime at a pub in a neutral location, somewhere the influence of the MCs doesn’t mean as much--Cheyenne. It’ll be me and Breaker, and I imagine Diesel will have someone with him, if not more.”
“Why am I not in there?” she asks.
“Number one, because I honestly don’t know what to expect, and I want you to be safe until I can be sure he’s not going to try anything stupid,” I say. “Number two, he doesn’t know you’re coming. If he feels uneasy or senses too many surprises, it could turn ugly.”
“But what if he needs to know I’m safe?” she asks.
“Pictures,” I say.
“He’s not going to believe I’m really with you willingly unless I’m there,” she insists, sticking her head out of the curtain, and my heart skips a beat at the sight of her wet, dark hair curling down her shoulders, eyes bright and alert after getting up late. “You know that.”
I frown. She’s got a point.
“Figured you’d fight me on that,” I grunt. “Compromise: you’ll wait outside with Bones. If you’re needed, we’ll pull you in.”
She narrows her eyes at me for a few moments, then nods. “Fine.” She then looks me up and down, and she looks more hesitant for a moment.
“Something on your mind?” I ask as I step forward, raising an eyebrow.
“How are you feeling?” she asks. “About the meeting?”
“I’d rather be keeping an eye on you,” I say in a low tone, showing a faint smile. “I won’t lie, I don’t trust Diesel. But it’s worth a try. Anything for my wife,” I say with a wink that makes her blush.
“You can’t call me that until we do the vows,” she points out with a smirk, then averts her eyes. “But I can tell you’re tense.”
I sense the undertone in her voice, and when her eyes meet mine again, I get her meaning. Wordlessly, I pull my shirt off, and her eyes light up, confirming my suspicions. I strip down and step into the shower with her, and almost immediately, I clutch her sides and press her against the cool tile.
She sinks down to her knees under me, slipping away inch by inch and looking at me with pleading eyes. My nostrils flare as I regard her lowering herself to my cock, and I give a single nod.
I run my hands through her hair as she looks to my bulging cock and its dark, purple crown, and she wraps a hand around it tentatively. She swallows as she gives it a few experimental strokes, somewhat intimidated by the weight of it. It doesn’t take her long to relax, though, and she brings her lips to the base of my trunk and presses a warm kiss to it.
As the hot water rolls over streams and channels of my muscles, I feel my crotch growing warm and delighted, and my heavy balls remind me how sore they are and needy for release. I’ve come inside her just last night, and they’re already aching for more.
She wanders up to the tip of my cock and opens her mouth to give it a single long, firm lick before wrapping her lips around it. She moans softly as she takes more of it in, and as her tongue brushes over the slit of my cock, I let out a groan and let my head tilt back while the blissful feeling rolls up the length of my shaft and through every muscle in my groin.
She slides further onto me, and her tongue feels like heaven. I’m not the world’s most poetic man, but the way she makes me feel sends a storm of emotions through my body that I’d felt so rarely before that they make me hungry for more.
The tip of her tongue drags across the smooth bottom of my cock all the way to where the crown meets the shaft, and while her hands toy with my balls and the trunk, she sends white-hot bliss through my spear by massaging the head with generous strokes. Her eyes open and look up at me through heavy lids, and I’m overwhelmed with a kind of attraction that shakes me to the core.
I tighten my grip on her hair, and I rock back and forth carefully, surprised she doesn’t choke on how much of my cock she can handle. I’m a large man all over, and it takes skill to handle me. Juliette seems to know exactly how to get me going in ways even I never thought possible.
Or maybe she’s just the right kind of curious.
I feel my balls tighten, and as she lets out a soft whimper, I feel the tension in my body well up and spring loose like a coil. The first shot of heavy, thick seed earns a moan from her as I feel my whole body wracked by the orgasm, and it shakes every muscle in my body as shot after shot follows it. She holds on tight and takes in as much as she can before pulling off for air, and more of my seed spills down her front. She grabs my cock without thinking about it and brings it to her lips again as I come, feeling each thick, potent throb spill more the hot, white seed onto her.
When it’s over, I pull her up into my arms and press a kiss to her, feeling myself all over her front as her stiff nipples brush against the palms that grope them.
“Something for the road,” she tells me with a satisfied smile up at me. “Since you helped me sleep the other night.”
“Tit for tat,” I tease, chuckling softly.
The smells of rich wood furnishings, frothing beers, and fried food fills our noses as we step into the English-style pub on the edge of Cheyenne where we agreed to hold our meeting. Breaker is at my side as both of us stride confidently into the restaurant, through the charming and inviting wood interiors and the crackling fire in the back.
“Nice ambience,” Breaker says, and I chuckle.
Juliette is outside with Bones, who isn’t officially part of this meeting. They’re here in case Diesel demands proof that Juliette is alive, and if we’re going to make a convincing case that she’s here willingly, she needs to be here in person.
I damn sure hope she hasn’t had a sudden change of heart between then and now, because she could ruin this whole meeting if she wants to. But she has to know this is for the best. I have faith in her that she’ll make the right choice, if it crosses her mind.
It doesn’t take us long to see a pair of familiar faces across the pub, but we don’t slow down as we stare each other down on our way to where they’re sitting.
Diesel and his officer Chainlink look almost too much like the way we last saw them, in the heat of battle outside the mine. I remember Ironside giving Diesel a parting gift to the chest before he escaped that battle with his tail be
tween his legs. It is tempting to bring that up, but regardless, I’m surprised how well he’s hiding his injury. He either heals fast, or he’s forcing himself to put on a tough face.
The president of an MC like the Buzzsaws is always in a precarious position. He goes out of his way to draw the meanest motherfuckers from here to the Rockies, and keeping those kinds of guys in control is a challenge. I notice he’s wearing a thick shirt that covers all the skin on his torso under his kutte. To be fair, it’s cold out, but I can’t help but wonder how Diesel is holding up under the surface.
For now, that surface is putting on a mean fucking face. He’s glaring daggers at me from the moment we make eye contact, and there are no smiles on their faces as we take our seats across from them. There are already a couple of pints in front of them, and the server showed up before we so much as spoke to each other.
“Two stouts,” Breaker says to the server, holding up two fingers. “Don’t care what kind. Thanks.”
The server seems to get the message that we’re a private table, and after he brings our drinks, we’re left alone.
“You looked better down the sights of a pistol,” Breaker says, leaning back in his chair and smirking.
“You looked better fumbling to get a shot at me,” Diesel grunts back, cracking a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. “And I’d love to return the favor, so let’s cut the bullshit. Why are you fucking around with my kin, Breaker?” He leans forward with a knit brow and adds, “Kidnapping ain’t that noble of you, brother. Thought the high horse was what the Heartbreakers are all about.”
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