Page 73 of Micro
I peeled her fingers away from her face, pinning her hands against the mattress, as I started driving into Soph like I could fucking brand her from the inside out. Like I could make this happen right now, make a baby tonight, because who’d wanted it more than we did right now? How could all that want and need not make it happen? I’d cum inside her, and then as soon as I could get it up again, I’d fuck her again, and again, and all fucking night.
Her orgasm set mine off, and I held her beneath me as I filled her up with my cum, my eyes fixed on hers as we maybe made a baby together.
“Jesus, that’s so much hotter knowing we’re literally trying to make you pregnant,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her, staying inside her as long as I could, to stop my ‘seed’ from leaking back out. I felt like someone had flicked a fucking ‘psycho babymaker’ switch in my head, and I was really on board with the whole idea.
When my dick softened enough that he wouldn’t stay in any longer, I slid down her soft, panting body, and pressed her legs apart, frowning at the wastage slipping out of her. That wouldn’t do at all. I scooped up the spilled cum, and pushed it back inside her hot pussy, eliciting a squeak from her, as I did so, slowly fucking her with my cum covered fingers.
“Wh… what are you doing?” she whispered, lifting herself to rest back on her elbows, watching me, as I finger-fucked my cum back inside her.
“Saving our babies,” I said with a grin, which widened when she started giggling.
“Really?”
I shrugged. “This is babymaking stuff right here. It ain’t making babies on the fucking sheets, is it?” Soph gasped, and her hips rocked, as I fucked her harder with two fingers. If she came again, would she pull it all deeper inside her? Was there a better chance of life being created that way?
It wouldn’t hurt to try. From now on, I’d fuck her, then finger-fuck her with my cum after, just to make sure we doubled our chances.
Sophie
Weheadedbacktothe club at first light, and I swear it looked a little more put together every time we arrived there. Something was going on though, and it wasn’t good. Firstly there was a police car parked up outside the gates, and secondly, the gates were open, and on the inside of them were two uniformed officers, arguing with three of the bikers.
“Jesus fuck, that’s all we need.” Micro parked the van, and got out, telling me to wait inside it, but screw that, because I wanted to be there to back him up.
“What’s going on here? Grease?” The guy I knew to be undercover mafia straightened up from mouthing off at the police, and waved Micro over.
“Pres, these two delightful officers decided to wake us the fuck up with that damn siren, just so they could piss us off. With your permission, I’d like to remove them from the premises.”
The female police officer snorted, shaking her head at him, actually trying to get in his face, even as the other officer, a taller man, tried to stop her.
“You have no right to remove us from the premises. We’re officers of the law, and we’re entitled to-”
“You’re entitled to get the fuck out of my face, that’s what you’re entitled to, you pain in the ass. You can’t just show up here, and demand to come onto private land. Guess someone needs to do a little rereading of the fucking law.” Jesus, Grease was getting right back in her face, and Micro stepped up beside them, lifting a hand to try and break the standoff, although making sure not to touch either of them.
“Okay, hold up, can we rewind for a minute? Grease, take a breath, man. Officers, what’s the problem here exactly?”
“The sun’s not even fucking up yet, this is bullshit!” Rocket cursed, stomping away from everything. I knew his name, because he was one of the guys from Phoenix, and really didn’t seem to feel anything warm and friendly towards Micro. That meant I had my eye firmly on him, and anything he did.
“We were just checking in to make sure nothing untoward is going on here. This club has a bad reputation, and I know there’s been a ton of violence here recently.”
Micro barked out a laugh and shrugged at the police.
“Yeah? That’s news to me. We’re just a bunch of motorbike enthusiasts, right, Grease?”
The Italian guy practically snarled his response. “Yeah, and this is bullshit, being fucked around with like this. Where do you fuckers get off just showing up here like this? We’re not up to anything. We were just fucking sleeping.”
It was now that I realised that, while each of them had jeans and boots on, they only had their cuts on bare chests, and of course, there were Phoenix and Rogues cuts present right now.
“Wait. You’re here because the Rogues have a bad rep, right?” I stepped up beside Micro, and rested a hand on his shoulder, as the police turned to look at me instead.
“Correct,” the woman said, shooting a snide look back at Grease, who looked ready to physically remove her from the compound.
“The Rogues are dead in the water. This club is being taken over by Phoenix MC. It’s not what it was before. They won’t give you any trouble, I assure you.”
The officer looked again at the cuts the guys were wearing, Micro in his Rogues one, with ‘interim President’ on the front, and Grease with his Phoenix MC cut.
“Huh. We didn’t have that information, but that’s good to know. So we should be looking into Phoenix going forward?”
“No, you should be minding your fucking business, is what you should be doing!” Grease hissed, jabbing a forefinger right at her chest.
