“It’s Beth, and I don’t need your help, I have it completely under control, so you can go now. Thanks for the offer, but I’m no man’s sweet butt.” He looks at me with shock written across his face, like he can’t believe I just busted out and said exactly what he was wanting. Well I didn’t care how fucking hot he looked in his skin tight jeans that molded to his cock, or his tight tee that showed all his pecs and abs and hotness. Did I mention the cock bulge? I wasn’t going to be played; he needed to know that straight up.
“Whoa there sunshine, no one said nothing about you being a sweet butt, that shit’s for women who don’t have any sense. Honey, real women like you, that’s not how you should be treated, anyone tells you different needs their face rearranged. Shit, who’s been filling your head with that fucked up bullshit? All I’m here to do is help you, that’s it, not that I wouldn’t mind a little fun along the way, but I would never share you with anyone, ever.” He walks toward me, and I want to fall into his arms, I want to let him take care of everything, but I care about him and his family too much for that.
“Get out Castor, I’m not into a little fun, and I already told you I don’t need help.” My will power is slipping as he reaches out and pulls me against his chest; I come right below his pecks. Damn, I’m short. I let him engulf me into his warmth and my traitorous body melts into his. I try to gather the strength to pull away, but I just can’t.
“See, was that so hard. I’m not here to fight; I’m just here to help. Now, you wanna tell me about your connection with the Gauley River MC? I have Holland gathering what he can, but since it’s so far out of his jurisdiction he’s not having much luck. Beth, please, just let an old man help you.” Yeah, old man my ass. The man made some twenty-year old’s look like chopped liver.
“There’s not much I can tell you, I wasn’t allowed to know any of the inside information.” I was a girl, and girls were only used for one thing in the Gauley River MC, bargaining tools. That was one of the reasons I could relate to Bliss so well, I knew how it felt to be the pawn in a father's game of life.
“I need to know why they think they have a claim on you, because I keep what’s mine.” Angling us toward the couch, he pulls me against his side as he sits down. My heart skips a beat at his words, but the strong woman part of me, the one who ran from ownership balks at his statement. Yes, I’m a walking enigma, sue me, I’m a woman.
“They think they have a claim, because they do, or at least they did, hell I don’t know anymore. My father is the president, I was “engaged” to his second, when I finished my doctorate, I ran. They’ve found me, now I have to go back, or they will come here and destroy everything.” Just like that, I let the floodgates open; I curl into Castor, and let it all out.
Pops
“Stop thinking with your dick; stop thinking with your dick.” Maybe if I keep repeating it in my head, my cock will listen and calm the fuck down. She let me hold her; she’s curled into my body on a couch, fucking crying. There’s no way in hell I’m letting them have her back, she belongs here. I want to stab all these fuckers in the eye until they leave her alone, or die whichever comes first.
“It’s ok, baby, come on, I won’t let them take you back. I’ll keep you safe.” Rubbing her back, she releases sob after sob, and it’s killing me to listen to it. I’m the guy who takes care of shit, not the one who sits around with his thumbs up his ass, and I can’t fix this shit, at least right now I can’t. If I get the information I need, I’ll be tracking these assholes down and making sure they know exactly who she belonged to, and it wasn’t their fucking asses. No one was going to force my girl to do anything she didn’t want to do.
Looking at me through tear-stained eyelashes, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long fucking time. I know she deserves better than an old fucker like me, but I can’t help being drawn to her. Since that first therapy appointment with her, there was something about her that pulled me to her like an invisible string. Leaning down I laid a kiss on her forehead, before I can pull back, she's capturing my face and drawing me down to her lips. Soft, supple, fire igniting lips, I’m so incredibly fucked as I pull her completely in my lap growling my approval.
I hear her moan against my lips as I continue to tease her tongue into a dance with mine. Feeling her rub against my lap, I’m close to throwing her down on the couch and taking everything she has to offer. She makes a soft sound of anger as I pull her back, I want to make sure this is what she really wants before I let it go any further, and my dick hates me for it.
“Beth, look at me, no don’t look down, look at me. That’s better; don’t look so pissed, have no doubt I want you.” I jerk my hips up so she has no doubt how fucking turned on I am, since she’s giving me the evil eye for holding back. “That’s all for you sweetheart, but I need to make sure this isn’t something you’re going to regret when we finish. What I want isn’t a quick fuck from you, you deserve better than that shit. We do this, you’re mine, period.” If looks could kill, I might have evaporated into nothing but smoke.
“So you won’t fuck me unless I’m yours, like you fucking own me? Get out Castor, just get out.” She pulls away from me, and I’m instantly cold. On instinct, I yank her back into my lap, she starts to smack my chest, and call me every name in the book.
“Lord you are a prickly thing, calm down baby. What do you have against being mine? Huh? Would it be so bad for me to call you mine? I’d be yours, lock, stock, and fucking barrel. Hell you can scream that to the whole world and I’d be the happiest bastard alive.”
“It’s not the same and you know it, if you claim me I’m no longer Dr. Beth Diaz, I’ll be Castor’s woman. Don’t you see, that’s not something I can be, take what I’m offering, that’s all I can give you.” I wanted to argue with her, but her lips silenced anything I was about to say. She straddled my lap, running her hands under my shirt. When her fingers skimmed my belt buckle, I knew I was lost. Growling in frustration, I picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder.
“Bedroom, now.” She pointed me down the hallway to her bedroom; I tossed her down in the middle, taking her all in. Crooking her finger at me while spreading her thighs in invitation, damn this woman might be the death of me. I want her to want to be mine, but fuck; her body is practically screaming my name. “You are fucking beautiful.”
Jumping to her knees on the bed, she slowly starts to remove her top, smiling mischievously at me as she pulls it over her head. She’s wearing a red and black lace bra that’s completely see-through. Her nipples are like giant saucers begging for my attention, I don’t wait for her to finish before I dip to capture one in my mouth. “Aaah fuck Castor!” Yanking the top over her head in one pull, I push her back onto the bed taunting first one nipple then the other.
I have her squirming beneath me, as I taunt her nipples with my teeth and tongue. She keeps trying to grab my head to keep it in one spot, but I don’t let up, I want her fucking crazy before I let her have anymore of me. Damn it if she isn’t the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever seen. She had curves in all the right places, long brown silky hair with just a hint of curl to them, and tits that would make a holy man change his religion to get a peek at. My cock is so fucking hard I could carve an ice block with it. I grip it tightly through my jeans to get it under control, before I look like an untried schoolboy.
Reaching for the waistband of her pants, I slide them down her legs and, fuck me; she’s not wearing any panties. I groan in the back of my throat, this woman is going to kill me before I even get inside her. I lean over just enough to run my nose along the seam of her and she almost comes off the bed with a gasp.
“Are we a little sensitive down there baby? Want me to stop?” She’s shaking her head all coherent thought seems to have left her head. Tsking, I throw the pants somewhere behind me before turning my attention back to her beautiful pussy. It’s trimmed, just enough hair to know she’s all woman, but bare enough that I can enjoy eating her pussy. Gripping her th
ighs, because I know she’s going to be a thrasher already, I spear my tongue through her folds. It’s like a rocket went off inside her she’s half off the bed trying to get closer to my tongue. Growling I dip back in, latch onto her clit and growl against it.
Her thighs clench together, as she grips my hair, she first pulls it back then pushes it toward her pussy, like she’s not sure if she wants more, or not. Flattening my tongue, I lick from front to back before dipping into her pussy, fuck if she doesn’t taste sweet. She’s so close I can feel her inner walls clenching, while her body reacts like a marionette is playing with it, tossing and turning.
“You ready to give it to me baby? Say the word, say you’re mine, and I’ll make you cum.” I know it’s a gamble, but I’m pretty sure she’s so far gone; she’ll say anything to get off at this point. Yeah it’s dirty, but remember outlaw biker asshole, kind of my MO. At first she’s shaking her head, no, like she can’t make the words come out to tell me no. I run my tongue against her seam again, nuzzling against her clit just a little.
“I’M YOURS, FUCK I’M YOURS! All yours, just please, Castor, don’t leave me like this.” Smiling down at her, I briefly think I’m the biggest prick in the world, but then I realize, it doesn’t matter, she’s mine now. Latching onto her clit I create a suction cup almost, using my lips to seal it as I flick my tongue over, and over again on her little nub. I almost let go when she grips my hair with both hands, it’s painful, but nothing I can’t handle for this woman. I hear her scream my name as her juices flood my tongue, I lap up as much of it as I can. Her breathing is labored, as I make my way up her body to kiss her.
“That was fucking beautiful, now for round two.” She looks startled, then a slow smile etches across her face.
“Oh I think I can handle round two, the real question is, can you?”
Beth
He thought he had mad skills, he hadn’t seen nothing yet. I was about to give him the blow job to end all blow jobs. “Is that a challenge, beautiful? Because, I can take whatever you dish out baby. Bring it on.” I smile slowly at him as I climb off the bed, standing in front of him I keep advancing on him until he’s against the bed. I push his shoulders, and he willingly falls back onto the bed.
Yanking his belt buckle over to loosen the belt, I pull it through. I look at the belt buckle and can’t help but chuckle. “Really “Free Beard Rides”? Did that ever work for you? On second thought, don’t answer that.” I see him smiling down at me, his eyes light up when I reach for the buttons on his jeans. Seeing the outline of his cock is making the basement flood all over again, damn this man can’t be fifty, there’s no fucking way. Slowly unzipping his jeans, I ease them off his body taking his boxers with them. When his cock springs up at me, I can’t resist the urge to lick the tip, he growls arching his body towards my mouth. Reaching my tongue again, I lick all around and along the head, before swallowing as much of him as I can. He hits the back of my throat too soon, causing me to gag slightly before easing back up the length.
His hands are clutching the sheets like a lifeline, like if he lets go he’ll fall over the precipice. I want to make him fall over that precipice so badly; I can’t help but tease him more. Looking him in the eye, I reach for his balls, rolling them gently in my palm. “FUCK!” He growls out, but still doesn’t give in, I must try harder.
I swallow him again, hollowing out my cheeks for added pressure as I slide up and down his cock, I can feel his balls tightening up, and I know he’s close. Suddenly I’m being pulled up his body, and impaled onto his cock. I can’t help but gasp in slight pain, his looks like he’s in pain as he holds still to let me get used to his size.
“Do you want to stop? I’m sorry baby; I didn’t want this to be painful. I thought...I mean...shit I don’t know what I mean.” I can see the confusion filtering through his head, I should be mad at his assumption that I was a slut, and therefore loose, but it’s slightly endearing watching him search for the right words.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop; I just wasn’t expecting King Kong dong is all.” He gives me his panty-dropping smirk, as I use my hands on his shoulders to lift myself up and slide back down on his cock. Our moans intertwine together to create a harmony of sorts. He doesn’t give up control for long before he’s reaching for my hips to guide me up and down his length.
I throw my head back, grinding against him for more friction, his growl is almost enough to get me off right then.
“Fuck, I could stay inside you forever and never even complain.” Smiling down at him, I bend down gripping him by the hair and kiss him hard. Gripping my ass, he increases our pace, bouncing me up and down on his cock. My breath is coming out fast; I grip him by his hair looking him straight in the eyes. “That’s it baby, give it all to me, I wanna feel you cum around my cock.”
His words have me free falling over the edge, screaming out his name; he pounds into me a few more times before he’s groaning out my name in return. I collapsed onto his chest, in a pile of mush, trying to catch my breath.
“Holy fuck, I think I died a little.” I mumble into his chest. My heart melts a little when I feel his chest moving up and down laughing.
“I think I might have too, sugar.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he brushed my hair out of my face, gliding his hand down my back. That’s when it hits me, I almost groan, how had I been so fucking stupid. I wasn’t some dumb college kid or teenager making out in the backseat of a car. I was a fucking educated, grown ass woman, and I’d just had sex with the president of a biker gang without a fucking condom. I try not to let the panic show on my face as I ease off his body and make my way to the bathroom.
“Hey, want me to join you in a shower?” I ignore him as I close the door behind me. I can’t believe I was so fucking stupid. Going through the motions I start the shower, avoiding looking at myself in the mirror. Right as I was stepping into the shower, the door to the bathroom flung open. Castor stood there looking at me with concern in all his naked fucking glory. Jesus that man needed to put that thing away before I decided to stuff it and keep it as a trophy.
“Hey, what’s going through that pretty little head of yours, woman? Keep looking at my dick like that and we won’t make it into the shower. This counter looks like it would make a good spot.” Shaking my head at him, I can’t even bring myself to look him in the face. Damn, when had I become such a fucking pussy. Before I can blink, he’s across the room pulling me into his arms. I can’t help myself, my body has a mind of his own, and I melt into his hold. “Hey whatever it is, you can tell me.”
Steeling myself, I looked up into his eyes, they held something in their depths I couldn’t name, and it scared me a little. I buried my face in his chest before I answered him, I knew he didn’t hear me, but I needed a dry run before I actually told him.
“Oh come on baby-cakes, tell Pops what’s bothering you.” I groan in the back of my throat thinking about how stupid I was for not making him wear a damn condom. It’s not like he was innocent, he clearly didn’t think before he fucked, lord only knew how many women he’d gotten knocked up over the years. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got at him. Stepping out of his embrace, I glare at him with my arms crossed over my chest.
Pops
I should have left well enough alone, and let her take her shower in peace and work shit out in her head alone. There was something special about her that pulled me to her; it made me want to make sure she was happy. When she stepped out of my arms, I instantly felt the cold wrap around my body. The daggers she was throwing my way had me doubting that I should have even come into the bathroom.
“What’s bothering me? Are you fucking kidding? Do you know what we just did?” Smiling at her, I attempt to pull her back into my arms, but she’s not having it.
“Yeah we just fucked ourselves into exhaustion; we came so hard together I think I saw fucking heaven, that’s what we just did.” Judging by her stance, I was assuming that wasn’t what she meant, because all she
did was growl in the back of her throat.
“Yeah, we fucked ourselves into stupidity is what we did. How could you be so damn stupid? How could we be so damn stupid? What we just did was a complete and utter mistake.” I winced at her response, did she regret fucking me that much. I staggered back into the bedroom, grabbing for my shit. “Oh, of course, like a typical man you’re going to run now.” Pulling on my jeans I turned to her standing in the bathroom doorway, all I could think was how fucking sexy she looked pissed and naked.
“What do you want me to do? You just said what we did was a mistake. Would you rather I stick around so you can tell me how much you didn’t enjoy it? Maybe tell me how stupid I am a little more. We just had the most amazing fucking sex, and you think it was one giant mistake.” That’s when I see the tears falling down her cheeks, the asshole in me says leave her to her own devices. The man, who has been falling for her on the other hand, stalked over to her, pulled her against my chest and let her cry. Damn, I was already pussy whooped. I pulled her over to the bed into my lap and held her while she cried for the second time. When she was spent, she finally looked up at me; I saw a vulnerability there that made my heart stutter.
“We should have used a condom; it was stupid we didn’t. It’s not just on you, it’s on me too. I’m sorry I freaked out on you.” I about dropped her on her ass from shock that was definitely not what I thought the problem was. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at her outburst. “This isn’t funny Castor. I’m sure you don’t mind having another little Castor running around, but I’m not the single mom, baby daddy kind of girl.” I can’t help but laugh out loud at her, but there’s a part of me that is disappointed, but I shove it down deep and don’t think about what it means.
“Oh darlin’, there won’t be any “little Castors” running around. After my daughter was born, we tried for more, and we found out my swimmers don’t work anymore. Since she didn’t really want any more kids I didn’t even look into ways to fix the problem. We had a boy and girl so I had no reason to want more.” There’s that slight pang of regret again, I feel it deep in my heart. I see the relief flash through her eyes, and just as quickly, I see the same slight disappointment in her right before she closes it down.
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