Biker Bang (Iron Disciples MC Prequel) (Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) (2 page)

I reached down in between my legs and grabbed a tuft of his wavy hair, pulling his face up so that he could see me. “I want you to fuck me.”

“You what? There’s a full scale brawl going on out there. I figured we were just passing the time,” he said laughing. “Alright. I’ll give you what you want.”

He unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, one leg at a time, discarding them into the same pile the rest of the clothes had ended up. His cock stood proudly at attention, and you could tell he was proud of it. He stood over me again, stroking his cock a few times for good measure, and then positioned himself in between my legs and plunged it inside of me. I gasped with pleasure the moment he entered me, though the gasp devolved into a sort of slow and steady moaning when he began to pump his hips, moving himself in and out of me with the slippery ease provided by how worked up he had gotten me with his tongue.

He wasted no time pacing himself. He was pumping me hard and fast, working up a sweat that rolled down his rippling tattooed muscles – he was putting his entire body into it. At first he had a tight grasp around my knees, spreading me open for him to penetrate, but then his hand slowly migrated across my belly, cupping my breasts, and then he laid his powerful hand flat and heavy down against my chest, pressing my back into the desk as he continued to vigorously thrust himself into me. He had the stamina and intensity of some sort of possessed ferocious beast – indeed, he fucked like a wild animal and he had that look in his eye too. Faster and faster his hips were pumping, furiously harder and deeper with each thrust. It was all I could do to withstand it. My back began to arch and I rolled my head back, aching with delight as my whole body began to tense up and I tightened around him, all of my muscles clenching – and then a gasp of relief as I let go and a blast of pure ecstasy rocked through my entire body, set my fingers and toes to tingling and I became just a quivering trembling mass of flesh beneath his heaving musculature. Then I could feel his body tensing up as well. I gathered up what little strength I have left and squeezed tightly around him. He grunted and twitched, and I felt his hot seed begin to come into me one spurt at a time.

We laid there for a moment, sweating and catching our breaths, and then he pulled himself off of me and tossed me my jeans as I sat up, still breathless. He got dressed again and then carefully pulled his Iron Disciples MC kutte back over around his shoulders. He placed his ear against the door and sort of chewed on his lip a bit.

“Sounds like it quieted down out there. I’d better go check on my boys.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I’m going to have a lot of cleaning up to do, I guess.”

“Hopefully it’s not too bad.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Okay, yeah… it’s probably pretty bad,” he said.

I wiggled a bit as I tried to pull my jeans back up over my hips.

“Hey,” he said. “If you’re ever in Reno, you should look us up. Clubhouse isn’t too hard to find. Just tell ‘em Johnny sent you. Show you a good time in the city.”

“I’ll make sure to remember.”

He winked and stepped out the door, shutting it behind him. From out in the main area of the bar, I could hear his muffled voiced.

“Holy shit! They really fucked you up, didn’t they?”

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For more wild & dirty action from the Iron Disciples MC and Johnny, be sure to read Joy Ride – available now on the Kindle Store!

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