Page 16 of Devil's Dilemma

“Too big,” I counter.

“Not a thing, babe. Not as far as I’m concerned.”

I’m not going to protest. If having to carry these motherfuckers around gives him this much pleasure, I’ll stop complaining about them. As he continues to play with my chest, I lie back and enjoy it.

Honestly, I think I’m close to coming again when he sucks first one nipple then the other between his teeth.

“Skull, Skull.” I arch my back, pressing more of me into his mouth.

“Uh uh. My turn now.”

His warmth moves away, and I hear the crackle of plastic, and then raise my head to see him slide a condom down a slightly longer than average, though not too thick dick.

Perfect.

Then he’s lining himself up and sliding home.

I’m wet, he pushes in easily.

At first languid strokes, then he speeds up, then he’s hammering as he chases his release and I’m crying out, so, so close.

I need more, so I take it, reaching down myself.

“That’s it, babe. Fuckin’ love you playing with yourself. That’s it,”

Then his voice changes to grunts, and I’m almost there myself.

His body presses in hard, he groans and stops, one more rub and my muscles are clutching at his cock.

“Fuck, babe, fuck, that’s good.”

We stay like that for a moment, both trying to regain our breath. When he gets up and goes to dispose of the condom, I’m glad he’s the one who’s had to leave the bed. Me? I can’t move.

Skull ends up spending the night. We have sex again later, then I wake to an early morning booty call which I certainly don’t object to.

Then he leaves to do whatever his club wants of him, with a promise to come back the next evening.

The thought did cross my mind that now that he’s got what he wanted, he’ll give up the chase and I won’t see him again. But I’m proved wrong. Over the next couple of weeks, we see each other almost every day. He takes me out as much as we stay in. When it’s the latter, I cook for him, for once happy to prepare meals for a man. He pays me back handsomely with orgasms, so I have no complaints.

Sex stays great, if anything it gets better as we get to know what each other likes. I give head as it’s expected, and Skull doesn’t hide his obvious enjoyment even if he knows I prefer him to pull away before he comes.

We go out with Beth and her friend. Skull doesn’t seem to object at all at being subjected to girly talk. He’s come along and met my co-workers again a couple of times. The one thing which bothers me is while I’m letting him into my world, he’s not reciprocating. I’ve yet to meet any of his club brothers.

One day, I overhear his side of a phone call.

“Yeah, I’ve found someone.” His eyes catch mine. I get up to leave, but he shakes his head.

“Not yet. But soon I hope.”

“Yeah, I think she’ll fit. Hopefully Demon’s woman will take to her. Yeah, we’ll speak later.”

He replaces his phone in his cut and raises his eyebrow at the curious look on my face.

It prompts me to start a long overdue conversation. “Why don’t you introduce me to the other bikers, Skull?” The words I’ve overheard make me nervous. “Why is there a chance your prez’s woman won’t like me? Are you ashamed of me, Skull?”

I’m not certain I want to get involved in his world, still nervous of what it represents, but if we’re getting deeper into a relationship, surely I should go into it with my eyes open, and know all there is to know about the man I’m with. And that means getting to know the people he spends most of his time with. On my part I’m an open book, while he keeps his cover firmly closed.

“Babe,” he starts to reply, going serious. “You may not like the sound of it, but in my biker life, there are two types of women. Ones you fuck, and ones you make your old lady.”

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