Page 16 of Protective Biker
As soon as my length pops free, I’m guiding her to the soft, blunt tip. She immediately takes the hint, rubbing her juices and slit over the head. Back and forth. She glides over me like a dream, and on the next pass, I’m thrusting up. I push deep inside her entrance while one hand holds her pants out of my way and the other locks her in place, sinking her to the root.
She cries out, muffling the sound into the space between my neck and shoulder so no one hears her. It’s too late, however, because she’s noisier than she realizes. No one here cares, though. Hell, several have been fucking as we’ve had this time toourselves. I don’t hold back from bouncing her on my lap so her pussy slides up and down, all over my shaft.
We groan in unison the first time she lands hard on my lap. The back of my neck peppers with sweat from the glorious sensations she’s sending through my body and mind at the moment. I’ll never get enough of her, and there’s not a doubt in my mind. She obviously feels the same way, as her juicy pussy is so wet and excited, it’s making the most erotic squelching sounds. I want to yank her off and lick her slit clean, then pop her back on my cock and have her ride it until she passes the fuck out.
My mouth moves to her throat, then her ear, nibbling and kissing before taking her mouth with mine again. She meets me tongue to tongue, just as turned on and eager as I am. I love knowing how once I get her like this, she loses all sense of everything else except for me and my cock filling her.
“You’re so warm,” she mumbles, snuggling in as close as she can get while I glide her soaking wet cunt up and down my length. My eyes roll back at her voice being this close to my ear, along with the praise. I’m a slut for compliments when they’re coming from her.
My hand moves to her chin, tilting her face up so she can read my lips, “Tell me if I’m too rough. If I need to stop. You are in control, always.” Her satisfaction means everything to me. I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to reap the benefits of her allowing me inside her.
She nods, then she’s kissing me, and I swear to G, I fall a little harder with each twist of her tongue against mine. When we part, she snuggles back into me, moaning, telling me how amazing I feel inside her. The compliments about my massive dick size are pretty great too, and I store them away to reflect on later.
I keep one hand holding her pants out of our way and move my other to cup the back of her head, staring out at the brothers. I meet several of their gazes before claiming, “Mine.My bitch.” I’m loud, as I convey the words with unwavering authority, daring a motherfucker to question me in any way.
There is no discussion where Raven is concerned.
She’smine.
Now, it’s time everyone else is fully aware of what’s in my heart, and she becomes my property in the eyes of the club. Every motherfucker here better take note of it, because I won’t be able to control myself, to hold back, from wrecking shop if they try to flirt with her. They want a vote on it? Fine, but she’ll still be mine no matter what the outcome ends up being. As far as claiming her in club bylaws, I’m doing it right now, fucking her in front of them.
The Oath Keepers like a public claiming when it comes to ol’ ladies. It hit me earlier, the bylaws I’d read when I was studying their club rules before accepting my new patch, and there is no time like the present to make my intentions known. I hold Raven to me so she can’t see my lips to read them. She’s not ready for my claim yet, and that’s okay. I’ll give her a little bit of time to catch up before breaking the news to her. What matters is that every brother here knows she’s already my ol’ lady and that I’m never letting her go.
The knowledge that they’ve heard me clearly only serves to drive me higher. My brother’s nods of approval and acceptance make it all the more real, and I fuck her harder. My hips jackhammer up into her until she’s gasping with every drive, clenching when she can get a grip of my shirt. She whimpers against me, clawing at my chest, attempting to quietly beg menot to stop. Her pussy pulses, gripping and releasing, soaking my cock to the point her excitement runs down my balls. She’sclose, ready to come at any moment, and I’m right there with her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I rasp, tugging her hair so she leans back enough that I can kiss her. It’s sloppy, both of us all over the place, but I don’t care. It’s everything she needs to send her over the edge of pleasure, spiraling her into an intense orgasm.
“Yes, Powerhouse! Ohmygod, yes!” She spasms around my length, her juicy, needy cunt milking me until I can’t hold on to my restraint any longer. I’m a weak man when it comes to her, and apparently so is my cock.
An orgasm like no other races through my veins at first, my muscles locking tight as I pump into her welcoming warmth quickly, over and over, until I start to spill. My head tips back, face to the sky as I loudly roar, “Mine!” There’s no doubt every fucker on the property heard me. She had to feel it vibrate through me and know something. My dick pulses, jets of cum shooting inside her. It’s so warm inside her pussy; it feels like I’m spraying lava all over the place, ruining her for anyone other than me.
If there was even an ounce of doubt in the back of my mind before on where we stood in the future, it’s gone now.
I’ve fallen for her.
Chapter Twelve
Raven
I’m sore in all the right places, I discover as I stretch my limbs out. My body is tired, worn out, even though I’ve barely woken up and got my day started. I spent the night with Powerhouse,again,and he has a way of keeping me busy, putting me in every position imaginable until I’ve come enough times that he’s willing to give me a break. He claims it’s so he’s confident inside that I’m satisfied with his sexual prowess. I thought it was funny until I realized he’s serious. If he had the slightest inkling of my inner thoughts, he’d know I’m extremely satisfied.
It's to the point I can’t think of anybody but him and me. It’s dangerous to let someone in like I am with him, but he seems to break past any defenses I remotely consider putting up. He’s always around, being sweet and considerate. I’m scared to get used to this, but at the same time, I don’t want it to ever stop.Powerhouse is an enigma. A one-of-a-kind man I can’t seem to figure out, no matter how hard I try.
Then there’s the motorcycle club. Don’t get me wrong, they seem like decent guys, but again, my judgment of men is severely lacking. Powerhouse has previously warned that I need to be careful, that things are dangerous around here, but where? I work around seedy men all the time; I’m not ignorant to the point I ignore red flags and my general safety, but he’s making it seem like this is a cesspool of crime. Is it, and I’ve somehow missed everything staring me in the face by being caught up in my own world? I suppose it could be the case, but if so, it makes me wonder if I should be around the MC at all, and what else I could’ve possibly overlooked in my day-to-day life.
I’ve just finished showering and putting clean clothes on when he steps into his room. He immediately strides to me, his frame intimidating and overwhelming, but gloriously attractive all in the same breath. I love how he makes me feel so safe when he’s around, like nothing could ever touch me because they’d never be able to make it through him.
The tip of his finger moves under my chin, tipping my face up to gain my attention. Once my eyes meet his, he lifts both hands and signs,“I need to talk to you, shortcake.”
He’s getting better at communicating with me. All week, he’s tried to make things easy on me, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. The thoughts keep creeping up on me: what if he’s not only like this now but continues to go out of his way for as long as we’re together? What will that feel like, to have someone at my side consistently? Not only a partner, but a best friend… because ultimately, it’s what he’d be.
“I’m listening,” I respond, teasing him. I’m at a point where I can joke a little with him. I’ve learned from being around Powerhouse that he’s a funny guy, and it makes me want to have that easy relationship with him that he has with the guys.
He shoots me a look, raising a brow. When I break into a giggle, he follows through with an amused grin, the dimple in his left cheek making itself known. The man is beyond gorgeous in a roughed-up-mountain-man sort of way.
“My brother mentioned something about an accident. I’d rather you tell me than I go digging. I want you to trust me enough to have your back, not go behind it.”
His words hit me out of left field. As I process, a cold sweat races up my spine. The last thing I ever want to think of when I’m with him is my accident. Or the recovery afterward. It takes me to a dark place every time, and I have to fight my way out of those negative thoughts, of all the memories from feeling like I’ll never be good enough to live out my life’s dreams now. Ballet felt like my sole purpose in this life, and it all came crashing down around me, never to be attainable again.
