“You offered your pussy up, Cinderella; now I’m fucking taking it,” I declare and she quits jerking around as I slam my dick inside, seating it in her fully. Once she hears my voice, I can feel the muscles in her back relax some; the fight left in her is purely because I’ve decided to collect in front of everyone.
Gripping her hip tightly, I take her hard and rough, our skin making loud smacking sounds each time our bodies meet a certain way. Her pussy’s tight, so fucking good, squeezing my cock like an angry fist.
Within a few pumps, I have her moaning, pushing her ass back into me for more. I give it to her, driving in deep until she whimpers, making my dick throb. The brothers all watch eagerly, no doubt enjoying the free show I’m giving them.
Nightmare’s over at Cinderella’s table. I’m guessing he was holding Bethany back from trying to stop me, but now she’s sitting on his lap with a worried stare directed at her friend. His arms are wrapped around her front, holding her to him. She has no need to stress anyhow; I can feel her friend’s cunt squeezing and pulsing inside, wanting to come.
“My bitch,” I state loudly as I thrust into her, so everyone understands exactly what this means.
“Fuck you!” She yells, muffled from the pool table.
“I am, baby.” Releasing her hip, I reach around giving her tittie a strong squeeze as I push my cock in as far as it’ll go. She feels so fucking good; I have to hold my breath, so I don’t go off to soon.
I hear, “Oh, Viking,” followed by that same moan from outside; then her pussy is squeezing me over and over, soaking my cock with her juices as her body gives in to me. Grinding into her, she rides my dick until her orgasm finishes.
“That’s it Cinderella, soak my cock; I want every last drop,” I growl just before pumping her full of my cum.
After a few beats, I step back, moving my hand that was holding her down. She stays in place, though, so I go about pulling her skirt down first. Once she’s covered up, I tuck my cock back in my pants.
Some of the patrons in the bar have stopped paying attention, while others are still staring. The music seems louder than before since the majority of the people are quiet now.
She takes a few breaths, carefully pushing herself up from the table. Once she has her footing again, she faces me, her blue gaze blazing with fury. I’ve never seen her pissed before; I think it makes her even more beautiful.
“My name’s Princess, not Cinderella,” she hisses angrily and follows it with a powerful slap. The crack from her palm connecting with my cheek is so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if it fucking echoed. The bitch hit me hard enough that my face feels like it’s on fire, even with the protection from my beard. She’s got some balls; that’s for damn sure.
My hand shoots out, wrapping around her throat. Her eyes grow wide, and I pull her body flush with mine. I lower my face to hers, close enough that we trade breaths. “It fits,” I mumble as she watches my mouth.
“Huh?” she whispers, meeting my eyes.
“Your name. You reminded me of a fairy tale, but Princess is better,” I answer quietly.
Her hands flutter up to her throat, following my fingers down to my wrist and then further until she has a hold of my forearm. She clutches on, using it for balance as she gets to her tippy toes, making her a bit taller. It gives her just enough height to bring her mouth to mine.
She sucks my bottom lip between both of hers and immediately my grip on her neck relaxes, releasing her throat so I can kiss her. Her lips part eagerly when I take over, our tongues meeting and mating in their own form.
She jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and our kiss changes from exploratory to downright erotic. Her body already wants more. I’ve heard stories from other brothers that once a cunt is claimed and filled with your cum that it goes crazy, wanting to fuck for days. They said it has something to do with breeding and finding your mate or some shit like that. I thought it was a myth, but maybe it’s not after all.
My hands fly under her ass to hold her to me securely as I break our kiss, so I’m able to see as I walk. If this is happening, then I’m taking her to my room. I glance toward the brothers, getting a thumbs-up from Saint. I don’t respond, just concentrate on walking toward the door.
Princess runs her tongue over my neck, sucking hard enough that tomorrow I’m most likely going to look like I was fucking attacked. I don’t mind it one bit. I’ll wear that shit proudly.
I can’t believe that I claimed her in a bar, in front of everyone. Where the fuck did that even come from? I’ll think about it later. There’s no way I can give a shit right now with her body pressed up against mine and her mouth on me.
PRINCESS
Just kissing him alone, it’s like drowning. No matter how much I tell myself to struggle and fight against him, I succumb to the raging need he fills me up with inside. I want him, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
There’s never been a man in my life that was brave enough to fuck me like Viking did tonight. Any other women would be crying somewhere in a corner, acting as if they were violated from being manhandled, but I’m not most women. No, definitely not, ‘cause I fucking loved it.
He was that hell-bent on showing everyone in the bar that he’s the only one allowed to have me, well now I want more. That sample he gave me was only the beginning.
My tongue trails over the salty skin of his neck, nipping at the juncture meeting his shoulder. His cock is huge, pleasantly reminding me of its length and girth with each step he takes when it rubs against the bottom of my ass. “I want more,” I declare, biting his shoulder between each word.
Groaning, he blows out a breath as his dick rubs against my ass again. We’re nearly to his room already. He carries me as if I weigh nothing, taking large strides in a hurry.
His taste has left me in some sort of frenzy, wanting him any way I can have him. This isn’t supposed to be part of the plan, sleeping with him multiple times. I feel lost, not wanting him to stop but at the same time my head chanting that it’s not supposed to be like this. I never included in my mission the possibility of me actually wanting any of the bikers I planned on fucking.
We arrive at Viking’s room, the key making a scratching sound as he attempts to stab it in the lock while juggling my wandering hands and me. He becomes impatient, slamming me up against the door. His closeness floods me in his scent of earth and leather. He’s all man, everywhere, even his smell. Fuck, he makes my hormones race with all the possibilities.