Taking full advantage of his brief stillness, I hold onto his shoulders, pulling myself up a little way. He pauses, watching me lick my lips, and then I drop down slowly, grinding against his hardness trying to break free from his jeans.
Viking’s cheeks flush, his eyes lighting with passion. “You don’t hold the fuck still, I’m going to tie you up. Then I’ll make you suck my cock while you beg for me to touch your pussy.”
His words make me clench and ache with want. Luckily the door flies open as he finally gets it unlocked and we stumble through the opening. Viking starts to balance us, but I lose my grip, and we tumble to the carpet. He braces himself over me in the push-up position, so he doesn’t land on me.
“Not what I imagined, but this position will work too,” I chortle, and his lips part enough to give me a glimpse of his bright white teeth, clenched together.
Oh.He’s not in the mood to play. I must have teased him a little too much.
“So, you like grinding huh?” he rasps with his face bent close enough I can feel the warmth from his breath flutter over my lips, taste the remaining whiskey left in his mouth from the pool table. He had thrown back a double shot right before he spurted his come deep inside my body, owning me in front of the entire bar.
I’d never been claimed before, and it’s something I’ll never be able to forget. The primal rage I felt radiating through his muscles as he powerfully drove into me over and over, then declaring I belonged to him in front of everyone. It wasn’t only a declaration, but a dare. If anyone is remotely brave enough to approach me after tonight, then they become fair game for him. After what I witnessed him do to the last creep that threatened me, I know he wouldn’t make false statements.
My heart doesn’t stutter in fear thinking that there’s a chance he could kill for me; no, it skips a beat, knowing for a fact that he really will kill for me.
His arms lower until he’s resting on his elbows, his strong body blissfully pushed against my softer one. I’ve never felt small before with men, more on their level, but with him, he takes over every inch. Viking consumes me like no other, commanding me to submit and demanding control of everything. Shockingly, my body reacts as if it’s being strummed like a melody, eager to please the one playing it.
Spreading my legs wide, my bare pussy lips become pressed against his jean clad cock, sending sweet torture through my body at the contact. “Yep,” I eventually get out, starting to pant. He’s so warm, his body heat blanketing me like a hot summer’s day.
“Funny, when your tits are in my face, you always want to talk, but now that I have your pussy spread and wound up, you don’t have much to say?” His hips press into me, delicious waves of pleasure slowly building me up higher
I manage a low moan, but nothing that makes any sense.
“My cock got you distracted, baby?” He pushes his jeans down enough, so his cock is freed, standing at attention, grazing the bottom of his belly button.
“My God you’re big.”
His mouth hikes up as he rotates his hips in a circle, his cock pressing into my clit perfectly.
“That’s right, Princess, I’m gonna fuck your tight cunt until no other man ever measures up.”
“Trust me; I can already confirm that they don’t,” I ramble, as his fingers reach between us, rubbing my entrance, collecting my wetness. Each time he touches me or grinds into me, I feel my juices flooding, dribbling down toward my ass.
“You save your voice ‘cause you’re gonna be using it a lot tonight. I’m going to fuck you so hard that tomorrow your legs will shake when you try to stand. Each time you sit, you’ll burn, but be reminded that I was there all night long. I’m going to have this pussy as much as I want, then I’ll take your mouth.” His hand moves lower, stopping at the entrance of my ass, the one place that hasn’t ever been touched by anyone. “And when you think you can’t possibly come again, I’m going to make you cry, baby.” He shoves two fingers deep into my back entrance, a gasp escaping me at the new sensations, and he continues, “Yeah, you’re gonna cry and beg me to stop, but I’m gonna fuck your ass, and after you’re cleaned up and done crying, I’m going to spray my thick cum all over those pretty titties you like to flaunt in front of me. You may hate me by morning, but you’ll fucking be mine.” He ends on a growl, plunging his cock into my core while continuing to play with my ass.
He’s right, I scream.
I scream in absolute fucking wonder at the amazing feeling of being taken by a real man. I should’ve saved my voice because it was only the beginning.
I’m awoken by arevving car or truck engine coming from outside. My body aches in new places, spots that I've never felt sore before, reminding me of last night. Viking had taken my body like a man possessed, never getting his fill, and I’m definitely feeling it all over. The sheets smell like us, leather and flowers. I would never have guessed that it would be a good mix.
The mattress beside me moves, and I crack my eyes open to witness his firm, naked ass as he stands, pulling on nothing but the jeans he was wearing the night before. I love the Nordic tattoos he has scattered over his arms, including one the size of my entire hand on his thigh. His entire back is covered in one massive tattoo as well. The details are breathtaking, making the Oath Keepers patch appear more sinister and threatening. The flag being held by the skeleton looks like it’s being ripped from his flesh to wave proudly. It must have taken hours and several sessions to get something that would probably win an award if it were ever put on display. That would never happen; my father wouldn’t approve of such exposure to his club or the surrounding Charters.
My father.
I wonder if what happened last night in the bar has gotten back to him yet. Surely someone must have said something about the dramatic public claiming performed by a notorious Nomad. Hell, it should be the talk of the town and surrounding area with how much people like to gossip.
Fuck my life. I can’t believe I let that happen.
I’m probably going to end up having to move away when this is all said and done. I won’t put my mother through added stress; I do, however, have to complete my mission. The things Viking did to me, made me feel…I’m such a fool to believe I could get through this without any damage to myself.
He would never truly make me an Ol’ Lady, and God knows I couldn’t handle everything that comes with that title in the first place. I’m too much like my mother, an old soul. I want monogamy; I want a husband who comes home to me after work, and I get to cook him dinner every night. I couldn’t deal with having a man that came home when he wished, fucked whomever he wanted and ended up in prison.
I’m not that strong, neither was my mother and she’s taught me plenty. Last night should be enough, and I can keep my distance from Viking in the future. Between him and the Prospect, I don’t think I could do anything else with another member. I know I said before that I would be with a dozen if that’s what it took, but something’s changed.
Viking’s different for me; he’s a game changer. I don’t feel disappointed when I look at him, but the opposite and that scares the fuck out of me. I can’t afford to let myself fall for a biker. I won’t let him break me like my father broke my mother.
The motel door closes quietly on Viking’s way out. I guess he knows who that engine belongs too.