Page 45 of Cruel Biker

“Trust me,” he said.

He didn’t give her chance as he pressed his tongue deep into her cunt, and she cried out.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Oh, wow, that feels ... but your face.” Each word she spoke, she sounded a little more breathless, as if she couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

His dick was so hard he had no choice but to loosen the button of his pants, along with the zipper, giving himself some slack. He couldn’t take the pressure on his dick anymore.

Thrusting his tongue into her pussy, he changed his position so that he was leaning against the sofa, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her flush to his face as he licked and ravished her clit. He loved the feeling of her riding his face as he brought her to the peak. He wanted to fuck her so badly, but first, he wanted her to come, and he expected it to take longer, however, she came apart quickly, and he loved that she rubbed her wet pussy against his face, letting go completely as her orgasm rode her hard.

Pulling out, he moved in behind her, and he had another condom in his pocket. He was a man of safety, and he tore into the packet, sliding it on, and then he thrust in hard and deep, watching his length sink inside her body.

He spread the cheeks of her ass, knowing one day he was going to take that puckered hole and claim every single part of Morwenna as his own. She was precious, and he was going to treat her like the queen she deserved.

For several thrusts, he watched his cock sink inside her, holding her ass in place, so it didn’t disrupt his view. She moaned and he slammed balls-deep, so she had to take all of him. He knew he was deep.

“That’s it, feel it, baby. Do you like my dick inside your pussy?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“That’s right, take all of me. That’s it, beautiful, ride my dick. It’s all yours, take it.”

She cried out.

He let go of her ass, grabbed her hips, and he fucked her hard, making her take every inch, and he didn’t hold back. He filled her harder and he felt his own orgasm coming, it was so close. He leaned over her, kissing her shoulder, biting down and sucking on her flesh, as he came, once again flooding the condom.

One day, he wanted to be filling her pussy.

****

“Do you think it’s possible to win her back?” Bolt asked, walking into the kitchen of his parents’ home.

Maverick was at the kitchen counter, pouring hot chocolate into mugs. This was a drink his mother always loved, and it wasn’t the first time he’d watched his dad make it. Over the years, he and Morwenna had won his father’s heart, so he would always make them a mug.

When they were younger, before it even occurred to them to be boyfriend and girlfriend, they would have sleepovers. They spent so much time together. Once their parents realized they were developing and the risk of that turning into boyfriend and girlfriend, those sleepovers stopped.

“Son, it’s nearly been two years now, or close to it, and you’re still fighting this. Why?”

“I love her, Dad.”

“You love her?”

“She’s my soulmate. How can you just walk away from that?” Bolt asked.

He looked at his dad, but his father didn’t look entertained. He looked pissed off. “Your mother is my soulmate. She’s my reason for getting up every morning and why I fight every single day to make this town a better place for her. I want her to have a good life. From the moment she told me she’d be my wife, I’ve fought every day to be the man she needs and wants. I have never strayed. I’ve never stuck my dick in another woman, because none of them have appealed. Trust me, plenty of women have tried to throw themselves my way, but I don’t stray. I’m a one-woman man.”

“Dad, come on, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I swear to you on my wife and my club, from the moment I saw Storm, she’s been it for me. I don’t want, nor do I need, another woman.”

Bolt hated this. He figured his father might have strayed once. His parents had been together at least twenty-five years. It wasn’t like he went out of his way to stray from Morwenna. It just happened. He hoped his father would have understood him.

“I was faithful to Morwenna for twenty years. Why doesn’t that mean anything to anyone?”

“Okay, son, clearly, you’re looking for some kind of excuse or justification, but you’re not going to get it from me. You’re not going to get it from anyone. You were faithful for four years, because you were married from sixteen. It doesn’t matter if you were faithful for one year, or a hundred years before you cheated.”

“I never meant to hurt her, Dad. I want her back.”

Maverick ran a hand down his face. “It’s like talking to a brick fucking wall. Okay, fine, you think Morwenna should give you a chance, right? That’s what you’re saying to me.”