Page 6 of Keys

“Hold up there, stud!” I called out to him, a bit hysterically if I’m being honest. He paused with his cock lodged right at my entrance. “You need to wrap that sucker up before it goes any further.”

“Shit!” The word hissed out of his mouth, as if it shocked him to notice what he’d been about to do. “I never do that,” he insisted.

“Well, you’re not about to start with me.”

Quickshot patted my thigh, in what was supposed to be a reassuring gesture, and then leaned over to grab a condom out of the bedside table. I watched, over my shoulder, as he rolled the condom down his length while ignoring the wrapper that had fallen beside his knee. Then he slammed into me so fast I hadn’t seen it coming, despite having known what he was about to do.

“Fuck!” I yelped the word as he pulled out and slammed home again.

“You deserve a little punishment,” he informed me. “The way you teased me out there, making me lose the game, flashing your luscious fucking tits to distract me...”

I laughed as he got so wrapped up in what he was doing that his words trailed off. My laughter was quickly halted by Quickshot ruthlessly pounding his cock into me again, and again, and... “Oh God!” It was no longer funny that he lost his train of thought because if this was punishment, I wanted to be an unbelievably bad girl for the rest of my life. His fingers dug into my hip on one side, my thigh on the other, and he hammered into me even harder than I thought possible. “Oh Gods! Don’t stop!”

His immediate chuckle turned into a groan as I clamped my inner walls down, tightening around his cock. “Fuck! I’ll worship whatever gods you do if they’re the reason your pussy is so unbelievably tight. Do that again,” he demanded.

It was my turn to laugh, but I did as he asked and flexed those muscles again. His approving huff of breath and the tightening squeeze of his fingers in my flesh told me everything I needed to know. It drove him absolutely crazy. He let go then, with the hand that had been wrapped around my thigh, slapped my ass, and reached up to grab my hair instead. He firmly, though gently enough not to rip it out, pulled my hair until I complied and leaned up the way he wanted me to. Once my back was touching his front, he gave a playful nip at my neck before palming my breast with his other hand.

“Good girl.” He groaned the words against my flesh which only worked to ramp up my desire. To my complete surprise, he pulled out of me then.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s not about what I’m doing. It’s about what you’re going to do.” He slid up the bed and splayed himself out flat on his back and patted his thighs. “Get up here and ride me, honey.” I moved to do just that because it was an opportunity that I wasn’t willing to pass up. “You have the best control of those muscles I’ve ever felt. I wanna see what you do with them when you’re in the driver’s seat.”

I smirked at the man. He was too damn much, but I found that I fucking loved it. It wasn’t often that men like him wanted to give up control in bed. I wasn’t about to look that gift horse in the mouth. As I slid up his body, I took the time to dip down and tease his balls with my tongue. The condom he had on was in the way of me doing much more, so a quick blowjob was out of the question.

Sure, some women didn’t care about that, but I couldn’t stomach the taste rubbers left in my mouth. Yeah, I’d tried it before after seeing some special about how giving blowjobs with condoms helped people avoid certain disease transmission. Guess what? It’s gross.

As if he could sense my feelings on the situation, Quickshot removed the condom, and reached in the drawer for a new one. Instead of giving in and offering up the blowjob he anticipated, I laughed as I commandeered the new condom, slipped it on him, and hopped on for the ride he had demanded earlier.

“No fair.”

“Why? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I teased him as I rolled my hips and clamped my muscles down simultaneously.

“Fuck! Yeah, it is.” His hands found my hips. It wasn’t to help move me where he wanted though. Instead, he just held on and watched somewhat reverently as I did my thing. Before long, those hands wandered to my breasts when the bouncing flesh became too much for him to ignore. He squeezed them as his deft fingers pinched and tugged at my nipples.

The sensation of what he was doing with his hands, mixed with the steady rhythm I’d set as I rode his cock, flipped a switch inside me. It felt as though I were burning alive from the inside out, but in the best of ways. Then, without even realizing the buildup had been there, I flew straight into the end-all, be-all of orgasms. My body clamped down on his, and I saw the strain he was under to hold off, just before I closed my eyes, threw my head back and basically howled out my pleasure loud enough that I was sure the entire state could hear me. I’d be embarrassed about that later. Or not.

Quickshot’s hands tightened on me as they moved back down to my hips while he thrust up a few more times to meet me before he joined in our mutual release. His eyes rolled back just he grunted in complete satisfaction.

When his cock stopped twitching, and started to soften a bit, I reached down between us and grabbed hold of the condom at the base of his cock to keep it in place while I managed to lift myself off his body. Then I let go and collapsed beside him for a minute to catch my breath.

Neither of us said a word. The only sound in the room was the ticking of an old-fashioned clock on the wall and our breathing as it went from labored to something closer to normal. “I should go.”

“No. You should definitely stay.” I glanced over at Quickshot to see he was completely serious.

“Just tonight.” It was a promise to me as much as it was a warning to him.

“Just tonight,” he agreed quickly before he rolled over and pulled me so that I was underneath of him. His mouth met mine in a demanding kiss that would have melted any other woman’s resolve. Not mine though. He could have my body for now, but that was it. I’d just keep telling myself that until I believed every word, because I had to. I would never allow myself to end up a slave to a man’s desires the way my mother had.

Chapter 2

I thought one good time would be enough to get Keys out of my system, but that wasn’t the case. Our night together would never be enough. The woman was pure fucking perfection. She had a sinful body that was built to be all mine. The problem with that was, having grown up in the lifestyle, I knew that couples rarely made it.

Women loved the bad boys until those boys became men who still lived the same life. Men who lived with no rules, a criminal lifestyle, partying all the time, and easy pussy available and up for anything at the clubhouse was somehow attractive in the beginning. Those very same things that attract women to us become daunting at best when she’s ready to settle down and have kids with you. That’s exactly what happened with my parents. My mom started to resent the lifestyle the moment I was born, and my father’s eyes started to wander. My father resented her for the change of heart she had about his club life, and even though they tried to stick it out, they were a shitshow.

I couldn’t even begin to fathom how in the hell that would work when both sides of the couple were locked into an MC of their own. I didn’t envy Sweet trying to work that dynamic out with my sister, nor did I want to attempt it myself. Still, I couldn’t get that gorgeous red head off my mind or out of my fantasies. And she deserved to star in every man’s fantasy. That woman had been sex incarnate when we got together during the party.

“Did you hear anything I just said to you?” Sweet asked.

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