Gang Up: A Bikerland Novel (16 page)

“If you can’t fuck me,” she dared him, “if you can’t own me even after all those men fucked me, then you’re not the man I thought you were.”

A challenge, thrown right out there. The gauntlet across his face.

“You think I
cannot
fuck you?” His voice was playful but dangerous.

She pushed her body up further. “I have seen no evidence to the contrary. You think you're special because you fucked my mouth? Six other men could make the same boast. What have you done to stand out?”

Now
he was angry. But lustful too, yes, and all his rage directed into one simple, beautiful act—fucking this lioness, this woman he loved.

Growling now, he spread her legs and lifted her body to his. His mouth slipped onto hers, first just with lips and then meeting with tongues. His heart skipped as her long, beautiful legs wrapped around his waist. The lovely hips sliding on top of his manhood underneath his pants.

“Give it to me, Brall,” she moaned. “Give it to me, Sir. If you can.”

If you can.
Another challenge, still.

With all her weight on his body, he pushed her up against the wall of the cave. As massive as he was, she was light to him. Almost weightless. He could do anything with her—and yet it felt in a way still like she directed him. As she held onto his body, he ripped his pants down. Her own ragged panties ripped away easily, and suddenly his thick manhood was hard and against her thighs. Precum drizzled down, splattering onto the cave wall.

“You want my cock in you, Robin? You want to be
my
property?
My
girl?”

Her moan, lusty and heated, was all the confirmation he needed.

In a moment, he was inside her. Her entrance was tight, still—tight even after what had happened just the night before, tight even after that most brutal of hot, brilliant gang bangs. Tight, wrapping around his shaft, her hold on him thrilling every atom in his being.

Their connection felt
right
.

He gasped, driving into her again and again. His cock sliding up against the top of her canal, riding on her g-spot. Her tiny body—compared to his—slammed against the wall, but she seemed to love it. His love would leave bruises, but she didn't care. Her legs only tightened on his backside, fiercely dragging his thick cockhead deeper inside of her.

“Fuck me, yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me please! Fuck me, oh my love! My love!”

“My girl.” Brall pinned her against the cave wall now, tossing himself wholesale into the motions their union required. “My fuckdoll. My girl.”

“Y-yes!” Robin nodded. “Your fuckdoll! Yours!
Your
girl.
Your
girl!”

Robin's arms and legs pulled him ever tighter, wrapping in a desperate bid to be closer to him, always closer to him. His own hands ground into her backside, fingernails marking the flesh there, tugging her body against his as he shuddered and thrust into her body again and again.

He could stand for longer, but he wanted her to feel him even deeper. And so he moved her off the wall and let her bend backwards until her head was on the ground, neck off to one side at what would have otherwise been an uncomfortable angle except for the massive pleasure he gave her from his cock. He squatted down into her body, holding her legs up against his chest, driving the massiveness of his cock straight down into her cunt.

“You're going to fucking
cum
for me, Robin.”

She nodded, her voice frantic. “Y-you're going to cum for
me
.”

He grinned, knowing how true she was. He could already feel his release building up. The sensation of being in control of this perfect young woman was too much. He needed to fill her. Needed to
empty
inside of her. Fuck, even get her pregnant. He didn't care anymore. All he wanted was to own her.

“You want that, Robin?” He thrust harder now, as hard as he could, amazed at her ability to withstand his efforts. “You want my fucking cum inside you?”

“Yes!” Her voice was choked with pleasure now, all flirty resistance forgotten. “Yes, please! I want it! Fucking fill me! Oh fuck, oh Brall, Sir, I'm going to cum, I'm going to—”

Her voice morphed into a hot, whining cry of pleasure as her orgasm shook through her, molding her tight pussy walls to his cock. At the same time though, he emptied inside of her warm embrace, his seed spilling into her luscious young body. Every last gooey white drop of his seed emptied into her belly, filling her totally.

Huffing, he rearranged himself so that his still semi-hard cock remained inside her body as he lay down upon her. She moaned and kissed him, loving the feel of his weight on her, dominating her sensations totally.

There was much to be done, a war to be fought. But in that moment, Brall simply enjoyed the woman at his side. His woman. His love.

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A
bigail had evaded notice by the Cauldron guards and snuck out of camp once before. It was easy to do so again, especially with Brall gone on his attack mission. Soon, she was inside the confines of Temple, heated thoughts of her stepbrother on her mind.

He could defame her and denounce her all he wished. But she was not going to stay away—not ever.

The town was not deserted, though it seemed that way. All the townspeople had holed up in their homes, many of them in their basements if they had them. The people of Temple lived on the whims on the Family and its enemies; many of them were probably grouped together in basements, huddled over small flames and sparse food, waiting for the good news of peace.

As she crossed through the back alley behind the tavern, closing in on the Compound's walls, Case crossed into her path. They both stopped for a moment, tension hanging in the air between them. She wanted him. Always she wanted him, and always she forgot just how much she needed his touch on her body, his scent in her nose, his appearance in her mind until just up to the point of having it once again. Like an appetite never sated except for when the stomach was being filled.

She was dressed, at least, in a way that would pull his attraction. Tight leather pants showcased the long, slender nature of her legs. Her top was ripped in places, but formed neatly around her heavy bust, showing off the line of eager cleavage she possessed. The biggest, best tits in Temple; a boast she would never say aloud, but one that she loved that Case could enjoy. His sturdy, muscled form looked somehow despondent, aloof—he only wore his leather vest on his back, letting Abigail see the heavily ripped form of his abs, the long cut muscles of his shoulders and arms.

It was Abigail who spoke first. “Hello, brother.”

She said the word with all the relish she could draw from. Despite everything that had happened, she loved him still. She always would. She didn’t care if he banished her, killed her, defamed her, defiled her. She would always, always, always be his. And she wanted him to
know
that. She wanted him to have to live that truth as much as she did.

“Abigail.”

He looked despondent. His hand gripped the knife around his belt tight. Was he so afraid of her?

No. No—that murder in his eyes was not for her. Abigail knew at least she had not earned that.

“Can we talk?” she asked.

“We’ve talked already.”

She stepped up close to him, putting a hand on his arm. The shape of his forearms had always excited her. So large and prominent on his body. Sculpted like the rest of him. She wanted to lie under their blankets and stroke them all night like she had in weeks past. Around them was the tall walls of the tavern and the close, nail-heavy wooden planks of several stacked houses.

“I want to talk to you. Please.”

He shook his head. “I have to see Troy.”

“Can’t it wait? Please?”

Taking his hands in hers, she stroked his palm. This had once calmed him. But he took the hand away and pushed her roughly aside.

“No.” He stepped by her, moving on. “I’ve no time for dead women.”

Anger, sudden and liquid, flooded through her body. Heart pulsing, she grabbed Case at the shoulder and pushed him back into the wooden wall of the tavern.

“Don’t you
dare
say that to me. Do you know what I’ve done for you? All for you?”

“I didn’t ask you to do any of that. None of it. Not a single bit.” He wouldn't look her in the eye, but meant his gaze edged downward and lingered onto her cleavage.

“And who’s fault is that? How many times did I ask you for guidance and you wouldn't give it to me?” She pushed him again against the wall. “How many times did I let you know that all I wanted to do was follow your will? I would have been happy to just...to just live in a closet next to your desk. A hole in the door. You could come fuck my mouth through it whenever you want. I’d be ecstatic. But you won’t let me. I’d take any situation at all that you’d offer so long as it was close to you. Serving you. Doing what you wanted.”

Case seemed to soften somewhat. “Abby...”

“No.” She stepped away, crossing her arms. “Fine. Move on. Let you go do your stupid work. Fine. That’s fine. Go on, then. Leave me in the dark.”

She didn’t mean it. But she could not face his rejection anymore. She could live with it. Hold it in her heart. Know that it was true. But she could not face it anymore. She could not look at him, this perfect man who was all she wanted, and see him turn her away. It was too much for her. Behind her, she could hear Case shuffling slightly. The dirt beneath his feet scattering about.

He asked, “What more do you want to say?”

His hand came on her shoulder. Right away, her knees went weak. Not far from where they stood was a cloth attached to a pole, swinging in the wind. She felt like she was that pole, in and out, unable to do anything but move to the power of her brother’s winds.

She didn’t care. Living on his whims. So long as he loved her. So long as he fucked her.

“I don’t know,” she shook her head. “I think I said it already. It wasn’t just...me being crazy. Not entirely. I really would live in a closet next to your desk. I don’t care who you marry. You can fake my death and put me in a hole or a cell somewhere, and I’ll live off your cum. That way, you won’t have to take food from anyone else.”

“Goddamn.”

His hand pulled on her shoulder, bringing her into his body from behind. Her breaths felt hot in her chest, her mouth. His hands so big, so strong. She took a hold of one, bringing it down to her waist. The flesh there so supple, so ready to be touched. The skin of his fingers was calloused and rough, but it felt good against her body. She loved his touch; she always had. Slowly, her hips began to gyrate into his body. Their joining so close, so very “almost” for so long now. The length of his cock felt hard on her ass and she wanted more, so much, much more.

“I’ll do anything, Case, I promise. I’m so sorry I’ve been bad. But it was all for you. If you just
tell
me what to do, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you say. All I want to do is follow your will. I’m rudderless without you.”

“Fuck.”

Thick fingers squeezed on her plump nipples. Bliss powered through her body and she shuddered, head leaning back. Finally, then, he kissed her. His lips falling over hers, their mouths intertwining for what felt like the first time in a thousand years.

It had not been nearly so long, of course, but it had to Abigail. Her want for him felt eternal, and any delay was like a century of agony. His hand reached onto her throat, choking her just slightly, just how she loved. Owning her breath; owning her. Her body turned into his, sliding down onto the ground, tits rubbing hard on his chest.

They were out in the middle of the street, practically. In a small alley. Even with everyone holed up from the war, anyone would be able to walk by and see what they were doing. Their forbidden, taboo desire, so openly pronounced and displayed for the world. But they didn’t care.

Abigail turned and tugged at his pants, needing to suck on the meat inside.

“Please, baby. I need it so bad. I’ve needed it for so, so long, please...”

“Do it, girl. Suck me off. Be my good little sisterslut.”

His good little sisterslut
.

Oh fuck, it was too much. In a frenzy, she took his pants down, sliding her mouth around his already throbbing member. Her legs splaying on the dirt of the ground. Mind hazed over with lust. The only sensations were his hardness in her throat, the salty taste of his precum powering around her tongue, the hot smell of his musk as she pushed deeper and deeper down. Abigail could deepthroat easily—even Case’s enormous length—and she did so now.

His bulge was clearly visible in her throat as his length shoved down deeper. Her mouth slurped down onto his cock, and then back up again, a warm wet glove just for him. This is all she was, all she was truly made for. A servant for her brother’s cock. A mad slave made to do anything to make him happy.

She sucked him as hard as she could, moaning, cunt juicing with arousal, sliding up and down.

Almost, she thought, he was getting close. Balls tightening up, his thrusts into her skull more and more frequent. More urgent. But he seemed to be controlling himself somehow. Holding back. Abigail moaned harder, trying to show how much she needed him to unleash. She wanted to feel his spray down her throat so bad.

After several minutes of this, he finally pushed her off. Abigail’s heart sank. This had happened before. He had changed his mind. He wanted something different. Someone else. He wasn’t going to fuck her like she thought. He was going to—

“What are you waiting for?” He got on the ground next to her. His cock pushed up like some monument to his godly masculinity.

“What?”

“Get on top. I want you to ride me.”

Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh
yes
. Yes, god, yes!

In moments she had her pants kicked off and forgotten. With relish, she climbed up on top of her brother’s thick rod, sliding the huge length of his member alongside her glistening wet slit. Soon, she had his entire manhood covered over with her hot juices.