Chapter Five
Sarah couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was in a hotel room with a member of the Hell’s Wolves, and not just any member—she was with Knife. His face pressed against her pussy as she submitted to him. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue backward and forward as he did.
A moan escaped, and she tried to keep her lips shut, but there was no way she could do that with how sinful Knife was being with her.
He thrust two fingers inside her and spread them out, stretching her. From the size of his cock, she needed to be stretched in order to accommodate him.
“I want to hear you screaming for me. If you’re not screaming then I’m not doing it right. Let me hear you scream.”
Knife spun his fingers inside her stroking over her G-spot.
Sarah tried to contain her pleasure, but he just wouldn’t let her. Each touch only added to the fire he built inside her. She started to thrust her pussy up against his face, and he kept on stroking, tonguing her clit at the same time. The pleasure was more than she could stand, and she came apart, rubbing her pussy onto his face. He pounded his fingers inside her, making the orgasm last longer.
She shouted his name, unable to contain her sounds anymore. By the time he pulled away, she was shaking from the pleasure.
“Now that is how a woman is supposed to come,” he said, wiping a hand across his lips. She covered her face at the evidence of how turned on she had actually become. “What’s the matter?” He took hold of her arm, pulling it away from her face. “No hiding.”
“It’s just … your mouth … God, this is horrible.”
“What I did to you was horrible?”
“No, what you did was amazing. No, your lips were covered with my, erm, my—”
“Cream, cum?”
“Yes.” Her cheeks heated even more, and she tried to bury her face against her hands.
“You’ve got nothing to hide or be embarrassed about. Didn’t Ralf ever go down on you?”
“Please don’t make me talk about my ex here, as otherwise you’ve got to share.”
“I don’t have an ex so that is easy for me.”
She lowered her hands. “What?”
“I don’t have any exes. You’re safe in that zone.”
“You’ve slept with lots of women.”
“True, but none of them have belonged to me. They belong to the club. I don’t have exclusive rights to them.”
She frowned. “Exclusive rights?”
“Yep.” He leaned over her, taking one of the condoms that he’d put on the bedside drawer. She watched him tear into the foil packet, and then lower the latex over his impressive erection. His cock blew her away. “You see, to me, dating and calling someone your own, like my old lady or something like that, means there is a contract, an agreement if you will.”
“What kind of agreement?” She was intrigued to find out what he thought of the whole relationship thing.
“You belong to me, which means you’re mine to do with as I see fit, and I don’t mean abusing you.” He touched her stomach and slowly caressed up her body. At the same time, he crawled between her thighs, and she spread them open a little wider. “You see, baby, I can touch you like this. I can have you completely naked, and at my mercy because you belong to me.”
“Does that mean you belong to me?”
“Sarah, all you have to do is tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.” He took hold of her hand and wrapped it around his length. “I’m yours, totally yours, and I will not be with another woman.” He moved between her thighs. The tip of his cock moved through her slit, and she took a breath as he moved down, pressing the head to her pussy.
Staring into his eyes, she moaned as he slowly started to enter her. He was longer and wider than she thought he’d be. Each inch that he pressed inside her made her gasp. She’d never been stretched so much.
“This means you’re mine now.” He slammed the last inch inside her, and Sarah screamed his name. “You’re so tight. Your pussy is squeezing my dick. It knows what it wants.”
“Knife.” She moaned his name as his cock pulsed. Closing her eyes, she basked in the feel of him inside her. It had been too long since she’d been with a man, and right now, it was the best feeling in the world.