Turning Point: BBW Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance (3 page)

He lowered his head and captured her other nipple between his teeth, nipping it painfully. But what an exquisite pain it was. His knee pressed between her legs and his denim-clad thigh brushed against her exposed clit.

She pressed down onto him, rubbing herself against him like a bitch on heat.

“Ask.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.” She had never used those words before.

“You know I’ll fuck you hard?”

“Yes.” Her legs felt weak, and her sex throbbed with a need to be filled. Faith had never been so turned on in all her life, she was wet, and more than ready to find out if he really did live up to his name.

Triumph shone in his eyes, he lifted her onto the pool table, spreading her legs wide. She glanced up and saw those in the room looking at her, looking at her most intimate place. For a moment panic consumed her, she tried to close her legs, but Snake had his hands pressed against her thighs, and the next minute he had his mouth pressed against her clit.

Shock coursed through her, she had never had a man do this to her. Oral sex had been something left entirely to her imagination, and her imagination had no idea how good it would feel to actually have a man sucking at her sensitive little bud. His tongue flicked out and stimulated the small bundle of nerves until she felt as though she was on fire. Her hands fisted his hair, and she pulled roughly at him, pushing her sex forward in an attempt to get more. He obviously liked this roughness, and his fingers plunged into her sex while his tongue worked, until she was humping her hips off the table, her release tantalisingly close yet again.

A whimpering sound came to her ears, and it took her a moment to realise it was her own voice. She was crying out, her voice high pitched and needy. Her breasts ached to be stimulated too, and she did something she had never done before. Sliding her hands up and pushing them together, before stroking her nipples, rolling them between her fingers.

Snake hooked his arms around her thighs and tilted her backwards, now he could angle her body so his tongue pushed inside her sex, he lapped at her juices before sliding up over her clit. He repeated this, again and again until her sex throbbed and she came. Crying out, her voice the only noise to be heard over the wet sounds coming from her sex and Snake’s mouth. The whole room fell silent as they watched the lurid display in front of them.

Snake did not relent, throughout her long orgasm he sucked and probed, licked and nipped at her sensitive flesh until it felt swollen and engorged. She thrust her mound forward, offering herself to him, giving herself to him in return for the pleasure he dragged from her body.

At last, she was spent, her orgasm leaving her drained. Her whole body was too sensitive, so when he touched her again she wanted him to stop. However, that was not part of the deal, he had not claimed her yet, and this was the prelude to the main course.

“I thought you might need to let go a little, or you might not have the endurance to last through what comes next.”

In her mind she giggled, she was not the thing that was going to come next. She doubted she would come again for a week after what he had just done to her.

All humour disappeared when he began to unbuckle his denim jeans. The bulge there was huge, and when he dropped his pants, the length and girth of him seemed impossibly big. There was no way that thing was ever going to fit inside her, not without splitting her into pieces.

Her eyes were wide as she stared, her anticipation growing when he spoke. “You are going to enjoy this. From what I can tell, your body has craved a man for a long time. Is that right?”

He was right, and he knew it. Rob had often boasted of his sexual prowess, but it was nothing compared to this rough biker standing in front of her with a raging erection. Rob had not even made her climax, he had grunted out his brief orgasm, leaving her feeling let down by the whole experience. At this moment, she could not regret anything that had happened to her so far; she intended to enjoy it for what it was. A life experience.

Snake got a condom from his vest pocket, and skilfully slid it on to his cock. Faith wondered if he had to buy extra-large to accommodate himself. Unconsciously she licked her lips, wondering what it would be like to suck that thing in her mouth; she bet he was big enough to choke on.

However, her mouth was not where she wanted him to stick it. No. Now she began to feel the slow burn of her arousal returning. He was right, she was not so desperate now, instead she wanted him to take his time, all the time he needed, to impale her on his cock.

He held himself firmly, and guided his long length towards her exposed sex. He brushed the head against her outer lips, teasing her. Faith found herself watching every movement with anticipation. Worried how much this was going to hurt, but needing to find out all the same.

Snake pushed forward, breaching her outer lips and pushing just inside her heated wet entrance, his cock sliding easily against her inner walls. Then a little bit further and she experienced a feeling of fullness, of being penetrated slowly.

Easing back out of her before pushing forward further, filling her more. A brief feeling of panic passed over her as she stretched for him. He was big, and each time he pushed inside her, filling her, she could see there was so much more of his cock still exposed.

Deeper, so deep he pushed inside her, and when she felt she could take no more he pulled back, placing his hand on her round bottom, before thrusting forward hard to impale her completely. Her cry was a wavering sound, filled with a little fear, and a lot of satisfaction at being able to accommodate him fully. Because when she looked down, he was buried inside her up to the hilt.

“Oh, you are so nice and tight around me. I promise not to stretch you too much,” he said.

She looked at him, and saw the pleasure on his face, the satisfaction of being inside her with her warm, moist sex sheathing him. More than anything she saw he wasn’t joking, he really did crave to be inside her, not through pity, through need.

He kept his hand on her bottom, pulling out before bracing her again to lunge straight back in. Leaning forward, his face so close to hers she wanted to kiss him. To feel that wonderful mouth on her lips, would he taste of her, would her juices still be on his tongue. She wanted to know, but kissing was intimate and this was not that kind of sex. This was a man claiming something that he believed belonged to someone else. It was a lie.

Each thrust stretched her, and took her ever nearer to that wonderful release. His body tipped forward, brushing her clit, and she longed for him to touch her there, or to suck on her breasts with his mouth. She touched his chest, participating in their union for the first time, finding his nipples and stroking them.

His gaze shot up to lock with hers, and something passed between them that she was unsure of. Something changed in him, and he began to circle his hips, slowly and sensually easing himself in and out of her. Then for a moment he stopped, and with his cock still deep inside her he took his hands and tugged her flimsy top up. She obediently raised her arms, and he took it off her and threw it on the pool table behind her.

Running his finger along the top of her bra, stroking the swell of her breast, before reaching behind her and undoing the clasp to finally free her voluptuous breasts. The bra hit the table too, in the same moment his hands cupped one breast in each palm and massaged them. Snake licked his lips, moistening them before kissing the tip of each nipple. He pushed her breasts together, and sucked one of the taut little buds into his mouth, hard.

The jolt of electricity that passed through her contacted with her sex. Her inner muscles clamped around his cock, and held him tighter. He gave a grunt of approval, and then he nursed on her nipples with no mercy. Rolling his tongue over each, sucking and licking until she was sore. At some point, he started to move inside her again, but she could not tell when because none of her thoughts were coherent any more.

Her body was a mass of nerve endings, each crying out for attention, and feeling over wrought at the same time. One moment her mind was concentrated on his cock plunging deep inside her, and then it was drawn back to the exquisite pain of her breasts.

Her orgasm built, and it was more than she could stand, she needed to come, needed to feel him deep inside her, and not pull out. She placed her hands on his butt and dug her nails into his flesh, spurring him on. He responded with a growl, and this time when he placed his hand on her bottom, it was a good job, or else he would have shunted her off the table. He lunged into her in long hard strokes, her hands feeling the movement of his muscles as they tensed to push forward.

His mouth completely covered her left breast, sucking it hard, as he came. Jerking forward, the cry muffled as he tortured her flesh with his tongue. Faith finally crashed through her own orgasm, the feel of him pulsing inside her incredible. Her inner walls gripped him, milking him of his seed, taking everything he could offer, and wanting more. She clung to him, her fingers and nails digging into him, and her body pressed forward to meet him stroke for stroke.

Then it was over, and she crumpled against him, feeling weak and used. Exhaustion consumed her, her emotions now at breaking point, and the world grew dim.

He leaned heavily against the pool table, his legs feeling like jelly. No woman had ever had such an affect on him before. Now he could see why the Cult Castaways had sent her, and why he could not let them have her back. If she were his property then he would keep her for himself, not send her off to do something as stupid as taking their colours into a rivals territory. What the hell had they been thinking, or was their plan. Was she here to infiltrate the Dread Cult?

Damn. He had to decide what to do, quickly.

She was out of it; at least he hadn’t lost his touch in that department. Looking up he could see his men around him, most of them with raging bulges in their pants, and one or two already off to the bathroom to relieve themselves. Snake was glad his prowess had been noted. One thing he knew for sure, this one was not going to be passed around. She wasn’t one of the whores, she was his.

That was one fact that was clear as day in his head. So why not make it permanent.

“Kriss,” he called one of his men over and whispered orders to him.

Kriss looked at the girl and then nodded before disappearing out the back. Snake turned his attention to his men.

“Drink.” The whiskey was passed around and they all took a share, the alcohol in no way clouding Snake’s mind. He was set in what he wanted to do. It wasn’t the right thing to do, he knew that. He also knew there was no other alternative, because his other thoughts were all wrong, they involved simply chaining her up in his office so he could take her whenever the fancy took him. And that was not the sort of relationship he wanted with her. No, it was time he went for something more.

Kriss returned. “Ready.”

Snake nodded and turned his attention back to the woman he had just fucked. He grabbed her clothes in one hand and then lifted her off the table to carry her, still naked, back to his office. There he put her in his chair and said to Kriss. “Do it.”

Faith woke up in her own bed. It was morning and the light shone through the window, hurting her eyes. Turning over, she tried to make sense of her aching body, and then it hit her. Instantly she sat upright, a decision she soon regretted, the pounding in her temples making her feel sick. However, not as sick as the memories of what had happened the previous night.

If it had been the previous night. At this moment, she had no real idea of what the time was, or for that matter, what day.

Assessing the rest of her body, she noted the ache in her sex, and her breasts, confirming what had happened to her. Sex. With a stranger. What was she thinking?

There was something else, the top of her breast felt very sore, as though she had bruised herself. When she moved, she felt something on her skin. Someone had put tape there to cover up a cut or a sore. Feeling even worse, and more than a little afraid, she lifted the tape, scared of what she might find, because she sure as hell didn’t remember.

For an instant, she thought she would pass out. She had been branded, or as good as. Some bastard had tattooed her. She was now the property of the Dread Cult Motorcycle Club.

That did it. She rushed to the bathroom, only just making the toilet before she retched. An acidic taste filled her mouth and she heaved again and again until her stomach was empty, just like her heart. Everyone had betrayed her. Rob and her brother the worst, and then by Snake, last night had been nothing more than a claiming. Well she was nobody's property.

Faith had never had trouble with her temper, unlike Stan she was easy going, she’d had to be. This however made her mad. She’d been coerced into helping Rob, abandoned by him, and then taken by Snake as revenge.

Her brain reminded her she had agreed to it. Yes, to sex, but not to some permanent reminder of it. In amongst her angry thoughts her brain betrayed her anger. Whispering, telling her how wonderful it was to have such a reminder of the incredible orgasm she had experienced at his hands, and mouth. What about that wonderful large cock of his.

“Stop it,” she said aloud. “That is not helping.”

That was because nothing could help her. Rob and Stan had no doubt got the piece of her they wanted, or needed, for whatever twisted reason they had wanted that leather jacket put in Snake’s office. Snake had taken her, boosted his ego and his reputation in the process, and then had a great laugh tattooing the unconscious woman.

How the hell she had slept through it, she had no idea. The whole evening had become a bit of a blur, apart from the orgasms.

“Ohh, what am I supposed to do?” she buried her head in her hands, and tears threatened to take over. “No! No tears.”

She got up, washed her mouth out and then cleaned her teeth to get rid of the vile taste. Wearily Faith turned the shower on, quickly diving under the hot water, and washing every trace of Snake off her body. However, she could not escape the longing to have him touch her again, to feel him inside her. She was addicted, even though he was bad for her.