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Authors: Elizabeth Wilde
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He reached back with his left and slapped her other cheek with equal force. She gasped and moaned loudly as she bucked her hips up. The painful sting felt exquisite as it traveled across her skin. She almost loved the feeling of his hand softly rubbing her ass after each spank. He repeatedly spanked her, causing her skin to feel sore and swollen and she loved every moment of it. She would wiggle her ass at him if he stopped to admire his work, to tease him. He continued to spank her, making her pussy so wet it dripped slightly down her leg.
Marcus stopped spanking for a moment to pull Samantha’s hips closer to his. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip on her pussy just before sliding it in. She felt his shaft stretch her skin as he entered her deep. She felt the tip slide past her g-spot and she moaned loudly. He pushed his hips against hers as he slid in deep. She loved the way his hips connected with her ass. The feeling she got as his cock slid all the way in just as he bounced off her curves made her smile devilishly. She swung her long hair around and looked back at him as he grabbed her hips and pulled him into her further.
She felt his shaft slid in faster and deeper with each thrust of his hips. He began slapping her ass as he took her from behind which brought her even closer to climax. She loved how ferocious he was but wanted to show him she could also be just as aggressive. Just as she felt herself come to the brink of orgasm, she pulled away from him and leaned upwards. She switched places with him and laid him down on the bed of the truck. She faced away from him and squatted down on his cock, sliding it into her wet pussy as she sat down. She began bouncing her hips up and down as she felt the sea air, flow over them.
As she bounced up and down, Marcus grabbed her ass and thrust upwards with his hips. The tip of his shaft slid into her g-spot perfectly, causing Samantha to moan extra loud as she felt her orgasm grow. He slapped her ass as they moved in unison. Both of them grew short in breath as they felt their ecstasy reach its peak. Marcus felt his release just as Samantha’s pussy clenched down on his shaft. Their movements suddenly stopped as he throbbed inside her. She shook with her climax overtaking her senses. As they both felt their pleasure wash over them, Samantha turned around and lay on top of him.
“I love you,” she said still panting loudly.
“I love you too Samantha,” Marcus replied. The words surprised and confused him. They were words he did not toss around freely and had only said one other time and meant it. Even then, they did not flow from his mouth easily. With Samantha, they were beyond genuine. To him, it meant it was real. He hoped she felt the same.
“What do we do now,” she asked suddenly worried about their predicament.
“We need to stay hidden,” he replied confidently. “The remaining Devil’s Rejects will be looking for us and will be out for blood with Nate’s death. Especially his little brother Johnny. He will no doubt take over and want you and I dead by morning.”
“Oh my God,” she said trying to fight back tears. “What are we going to do?”
“Don’t worry Sam,” he said. “I won’t let them hurt you. I just need to come up with a plan. Here, I can hotwire this truck and we can escape and head north.”
“Head North,” she asked as she started to cry. “And then what? What will we do? I have a life here. Family. Friends. I can’t just leave.”
“You will have to Sam,” he replied. “At least for now and until we can figure out what to do. You need to realize the moment you became involved with me, you whole life changed.”
“I never asked for any of it,” she sobbed. “I never asked to be kidnapped!”
“You asked for it the moment you decided to help me those years ago,” he replied trying to reason with her. “You wanted something different, something real.”
“You are right,” she said wiping away her tears. “The moment I saw you I knew things would be different. I just had no idea what I was getting myself into.”
“Well we have each other now,” he said. “And we need to look out for one another.”
“Okay,” she replied smiling and wrapping her arms around him. “Do you have a plan?”
“I have part of a plan,” he said confidently. Marcus knew most people would run if they heard those words or even laugh but something told him Samantha was different.
“Well let’s get going Mr. Part of a plan,” she teased. “How do you hotwire a car?”
Thankfully, the traffic was stopped and the police were distracted on the opposite side of the highway heading south. He punched it and drove north for a few hours, making it up to Lincoln City. He detailed the plan to Samantha as they parked at the Indian Casino. She was skeptical and feared what might happen but Marcus was confident. He walked into the Casino and asked to use the public phone. He called the cell phone of Johnny, Nate’s brother and told him where they were. Johnny was not a dumb kid. He knew they would be heading north and had already made his way up to Lincoln City.
Not caring about the authorities, Johnny planned to murder Marcus and anyone else involved in his Brother’s death. His .357 revolver was fully loaded and even though he agreed to meet Marcus and fight like men, he planned on gunning him down where ever he saw him. As he pulled into the Casino parking lot, he could see Marcus waiting next to a small, beat up truck. His gang followed close behind and they all abruptly stopped thirty yards from Marcus. Johnny new Marcus was not a dumb man either and expected resistance so he kept his distance. He ordered his gang to wait as he approached Marcus. His hand was ready to reach behind him the moment he saw Marcus move and pull his hand cannon tucked in his pants.
Just as he reached within the distance for a clear and clean shot, he reached for his gun. Marcus knew he had to act and lunged at Johnny the moment he moved for his gun. He tackled him to the ground and punched him in the face several times. Johnny’s gang jumped off their bikes to come to his aid but they stopped dead the moment they saw the Death’s Angels jump out from their hiding spots behind parked cars. They knew they could not win against them in open warfare but they charged all the same. Both gangs met in the middle and began beating each other senseless.
As Johnny lay on the ground getting hit, he reached for his gun but it had slid under the pickup. He decided that he would have to cut Marcus instead and reached for his knife tucked under his pant leg. He pulled it out and sliced Marcus across the chest, leaving a long, bleeding wound. Marcus reeled from the blow and took a step back. He knew this could be his time and chose to face his fate head on. He goaded Johnny into lunging at him with the knife. There was a woman’s scream as a very loud gunshot was heard. Both gangs stopped fighting and looked to see Jonny collapse just before plunging his seven-inch blade into Marcus’s heart. Marcus looked down to see a very large bullet hole in the side of Johnny’s head. He looked up to see Samantha standing there with tears running down her face, holding Johnny’s gun. She began to faint and Marcus ran over to catch her. He took the gun and rubbed it down with his shirt as soon as he got her back into the pickup.
The Devil’s Rejects ran off and climbed back on their bikes. Marcus knew they would want revenge but without their leaders, they would probably disband. Marcus told his gang that he would be gone for a while and left his lieutenant in charge. He drove Samantha further north to his home town of Astoria where his old family property still stood. After a few days of rest, Samantha suddenly came to the realization that her life would never be the same. She knew she needed to either embrace it or wither away. She ultimately decided to embrace and told Marcus that if he wanted to be her man, she needed to become a tough biker like him. He never wanted her to get so involved in his lifestyle but with her recent actions, he knew she could never go back to the way things were.
“First things first,” he said as he looked her in the eyes. “You need to learn how to ride a bike.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied smiling.
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Elizabeth
Bikers Spank Harder
By Elizabeth Wilde
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Aspen, oh if only she could go to Aspen she thought to herself as she rang the next customer in line up. Cinnamon had been checking for the last three years at the Key Organic Food store she started when she was in high school and when she graduated last year, she continued to work. She had goals just like anyone else but her family lacked the financial support and her mother had gotten sick with cancer.
Cinnamon worked hard for her money, she had never been anywhere, the customer she had just rang up mentioned they were going to Aspen this winter. Cinnamon started to daydream about what she would look like in a cute ski outfit on the slopes not that she had ever gone before.
“Excuse me! Excuse me miss! Hello?” an older woman looked cross at Cinnamon.
“Oh sorry that will be 52.68 please,” Cinnamon said with a smile.
“No I think you rang that last item up twice, can you check it?” She said.
Cinnamon fought the urge to roll her eyes, it is not that she hated working there she just was burnt out from it. “Yes, good catch sorry about that,” She said. Cinnamon smiled and fixed the error.
The next customer in line was someone she had never seen before in the small coastal cove, Lincoln City. When he smiled Cinnamon felt her heart stop and start faster, his eyes were a deep unearthly blue with a hit of silver flecks. His dark beautiful hair was thick and slicked back; he was wearing a modern cut leather jacket, and was drop-dead gorgeous.
“How are you today?” he said. He smiled with a smirk as if he knew he was that good looking. Cinnamon felt herself blush and smile back awkwardly, “Hi, did you find everything okay?” She said.
She started to ring up his items.
She reached for the first item, soft rope, 2.99, then the next item, duck tape, 1.99, and then a box of dark 70 percent chocolate 20.99, and then a bottle of wine, “I’m sorry I will need to check your I.D” she said. He reached inside his shirt jacket and pulled out a rich black Italian leather wallet. Cinnamon watched as he opened it and she could see the famous black American express card poking out from one of the folds in his wallet.
“It’s been a while since, I’ve been carded,” he chuckled.
“Sorry, policy, I could get shit canned if I didn’t,” She said. Then realized she was just absurdly honest with him. “I mean, fired, sorry,” she said. She tucked her soft golden blond hair behind her ear. She couldn’t believe she just said shit canned to a customer.
“Well, I wouldn’t want that…Cinnamon—That’s an unusual name,” he said looking at her small nametag over her left upper breast.
“My poor sister was named Sugar… her career choices are call girl or stripper,” she laughed.
She was glad she decided to wear her good bra that day her weapons were fully armed. She hoped secretly he would be into girls her size, but she didn’t know anything about him at all why would this stranger want her and he obviously was married.
Cinnamon studied his driver’s license, 6’5, 185 lbs, blue eyes, Jake Carlyle, Oregon. She smiled and handed his I.D back.
“So, are you visiting the coast on your honey moon?” she asked cheerfully. She reached for the next item; she looked down as she rang it and felt her entire body set on fire. The mega box for the XL Magnum condoms gold edition extended pleasure was in her hand. She rang the price in; 15.99.
“Actually, no; just thought I would take the summer off,” he said smiling.
“But it’s September?” Cinnamon said.
“Yeah, see I decided maybe I would take the rest of the year off too,” He smiled.
Cinnamon wanted to ask him what he did for a living but it was clear he was a man of sizable means in many ways.
“Well, I do recommend going to point disappointment if you enjoy hiking,” Cinnamon said.
“Hmm point disappointment sounds like a really great time,” his voice was deep and gravely for a man his age. He looked dangerous Cinnamon decided, dangerously sexy.
“It is actually, a beautiful view, I’m not sure why they call it point disappointment though,” she said.
“Here you go,” he said handing her cash.
“Keep the change Cinnamon, maybe I will see you around town,” he said.
He smiled again and walked out with his unusual items. Cinnamon watched him walk away she smiled to herself as she looked down in her hand and she held a hundred dollar bill. He was an interesting man that Jake Carlyle she thought to herself. She had a difficult time focusing on work until the end of her shift it was nearly midnight.
