One Hot Biker
Laken
I knew that I shouldn’t want him, should avoid him at all costs. My brother had warned me away, even the club President had said I should stay out of sight. And what was I doing? Lurking. I was lurking in hopes of catching a glimpse of Ryker. I’d run into him by accident when I’d wanted some fresh air the other day, and my brother had nearly caught me sneaking back into the house. It was stupid to defy his orders, and yet here I was. Just tattoo Idiot across my forehead.
The clubhouse was loud tonight, the sound of music, laughter, and fucking heard clearly through the thick walls. My gut twisted as I wondered if Ryker was balls deep in some club slut. He wasn’t mine, would never be mine, and yet I felt like he should be. Maybe it was because he was my first, my only. I’d never thought of myself as clingy, but as I crouched under a window, trying to peek inside and spy on the Dixie Reapers, I had to admit that I’d sunk to an all new low.
“Looking for someone?” a deep, sexy voice asked from behind me.
I spun and came face to face with the man of my every fantasy.
“Ryker,” I said, his name coming out like a soft caress.
He smirked, his eyes flashing with humor and heat. “Couldn’t stay away, huh? I know. I have a magic dick and you just can’t help yourself.”
His arrogance should have been a big turn off, but I was surrounded by bikers all the damn time. I was immune to it by now. They were foul mouthed, horny, and knew words that would even make a sailor blush. In that regard, Ryker was no different. But he was the only one who made my panties wet, and he damn well knew it. Asshole. Even if he was an asshole I couldn’t get enough of.
“Maybe it’s not all that special. I’ve forgotten,” I said.
He advanced on me, growling softly. “Is that so?”
“I may need a reminder. Or three.”
His smirk turned downright lethal as he caged me against the clubhouse, an arm braced on either side of me. Ryker leaned in closer and his spicy scent made my knees weak. It wasn’t fair that he turned me inside out. Of all the guys for me to fall for, it had to be this one? The most forbidden of them all.
“Guess I’d better work on that then,” Ryker said, reaching for his belt.
I swallowed hard as he unfastened his pants and shoved them down, his cock thick and hard. I’d worn a sundress for easy access, and he turned me to face the clubhouse wall before bunching my dress around my waist. The warm air caressed my skin as he exposed me in the moonlight. I wasn’t sure if I was super turned on because I was with Ryker, or it was a hint of the forbidden as well, knowing that we were out in the open and could be caught at any moment. I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but the thought of someone watching as he fucked me made me even slicker.
Ryker nudged my legs further apart and he spread my ass cheeks wide.
“Mmm. All that cream for me, Laken?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said softly. “Just for you.”
“I’m going to fuck you so good. And if you have trouble remembering, you just come find me again. I’ll remind you as often as you want.”
I moaned as I felt his cock slide against my slick pussy. He teased me, thrusting back and forth, the head of his cock sliding against my clit with every stroke. I was so damn turned on the friction alone was almost enough to make me come, and I wondered if that was his plan. He teased and tortured me until I was nearly begging him to take me.
“I’m going to get you into a bed again,” he murmured against me ear. “And then I’m going to fuck this gorgeous ass of yours deep and hard. You’ll beg me to fucking ride you until you’re screaming my name.”
“Ryker… I need you.”
“Beg me for it,” he said.
“Please, Ryker. I need your cock. Need you so bad.”
He gripped my hips with both hands and thrust deep, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. I cried out as he began fucking me, every thrust deeper than the last until I was taking all of him. He was relentless as he drove into me, and a warmth began spreading through me. My body heated and I could feel my orgasm getting closer.
“Touch yourself, Laken,” he said. “Rub your clit and make yourself come. Your pussy feels so damn good I can’t last much longer.”
I whimpered as I reached between my legs. I was so sensitive that after a few swipes of my fingers, I was crying out his name as pleasure crashed through me. The edges of my vision turned black and my knees nearly buckled as I came so damn hard. He kept fucking me, his grunts filling the air as I felt his cum splash inside of me. I groaned at just how fucking fantastic if felt to have him pounding into me, and I started rubbing my clit again. As he stilled inside of me, his cock twitched from the force of his release, but he didn’t pull out.
“Oh yeah, sugar. Come again for me.”
He pushed my hand out of the way and replaced my fingers with his. Slow, tight circles drove me mad. His cock was still hard and I wondered if he would take me again. Our first night together, he’d fucked me until the sun started to rise. If we weren’t outside, and I weren’t hiding, I’d beg him to take me all night long. Ryker pinched my clit and I came again. As I panted for breath, I knew that I would never get enough of him.
He nipped my ear. “Do you have any idea the things I’d like to do to you? I’m nowhere near done, but this isn’t the place for what I have in mind.”
He pulled out and I stood up, my dress falling down to mid-thigh. I’d forgone panties, in hopes of running into him tonight, but now our mingled release was running down my thighs.
“So fucking sexy,” he said, pulling me in for a toe curling kiss.
“I have to go,” I told him, my heart aching at the thought of running away yet again. “If they catch me… “
He nodded. “Go, but find me again soon.”
“I will.” I smiled at him before running off into the dark. I wasn’t done with Ryker yet, and my heart sang with the knowledge that he felt the same about me. I just didn’t know how to get around the Dixie Reapers. They obviously didn’t want me with Ryker, and it felt like a betrayal to the only family I’d ever had.
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Delphine’s Punishment (A Dixie Reapers MC Encounter)
Harley Wylde
After three years of marriage, my Delphine still surprises me, and not always in good ways. The naughty woman has been keeping something from me. If there’s one thing I love more than fucking my sweet Del, it’s punishing her. I’ll have her screaming and begging before the night’s over.
Delphine’s Punishment
Zipper
Delphine thought I didn’t know the secret she’d been hiding, and I’d been content to supposedly remain in the dark about it. But when I’d heard Ridley running her mouth to the Prospects about my woman’s accomplishment, when she hadn’t even shared it with me yet, then I knew it was time to remind my woman of her place. We were a team, and that meant she should share important things. Like when she’d secretly enrolled in college and was taking online classes. Apparently, Del had aced her first semester, and hadn’t said a damn word about what she was doing. I didn’t know how she’d kept it a secret those first weeks either, but I’d caught her more than once working on her classwork. I hadn’t said anything, giving her time to tell me she’d decided to go to school, but so far she hadn’t said a damn word.
I made sure everything was ready in the bedroom for her little lesson, the restraints in place, along with the toys I would use to drive her crazy. All I needed now was my delectable wife. I’d convinced Darian and Bull to watch our son, Hwan. We had the house to ourselves for the night, and I was going to make the most of it. I dimmed the lights and placed my phone in the docking station. My classic rock playlist started, at a low enough volume to create background noise but not overwhelm us.
“Mason!”
The front door shut and I folded my arms over my chest, bracing my feet apart i
n my don’t-fuck-with-me stance. “In the bedroom, Del.”
I could hear her rustling around in the other room, and when she made an appearance in the bedroom doorway, she froze, her eyes going wide and her jaw dropping a little. It wasn’t that we didn’t have sex pretty regular, even with a kid in the house, but it had been a while since I’d set up something special. I knew I needed to work harder at surprising her, keeping this new between us. The look on her face right now was one I wanted to see often. Three and a half years together, and I still got hard just looking at her. I was the luckiest bastard in the world to have a woman like her by my side.
“What’s all this?” she asked.
“It seems my wife has been very, very naughty and keeping secrets. What happens when you lie to me, Del? Even if it’s just by omission?” I asked.
“I get punished,” she said, her cheeks pinking and excitement flaring in her pretty eyes. I’d learned quickly that my sweet Del liked it when I spanked her ass or tied her up. Even though I’d never let another man see her naked, if I just pretended someone could see her, blindfolded her and talked about men watching me fuck her, then she got off on it. Naughty girl. I fucking loved it. Loved her.
“That’s right, baby. Strip and get on the bed. Face the headboard, on your hands and knees, ass in the air.”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly.
I’d removed my cut and shirt, but I still wore my jeans. My cock jerked behind my zipper as I watched my wife get naked. Even after all this time, she was still the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. And she was mine, all mine. There were faint stretch marks on her lower belly and upper thighs from being pregnant with our son, but to me they just enhanced her beauty.
“Not even going to ask what lie you’ll be punished for?” I asked.
“You found out about me going to school?”
She hadn’t even hesitated, which meant it was likely the only thing she’d been keeping from me. I nodded and pointed to the bed after the last article of clothing hit the floor. She scurried to obey, and I fastened the soft ropes around her wrists, securing her to the headboard. Tugging on them, I made sure she couldn’t escape, but I also checked to ensure she wouldn’t get hurt. I had no problem bruising her ass so she’d remember to always tell me the truth, but I never wanted to cause her serious harm.
I placed my hand on her back and pressed her chest down to the bed, then ran my palm down her spine to the curve of her ass. So beautiful. I caressed her from shoulder to hip, getting her to relax. If she was tense, then I’d end up hurting her more when I punished her. Some pain was warranted, but I didn’t want to do serious damage to my little wife.
I’d always spanked her sexy ass with my bare hand, but this time I needed to make a point. I wanted her to remember that she’d lied to me, and every time she sat for the next few days, she’d get a reminder of what happened when she kept shit from me. Rummaging in the tote bag I’d shoved under the bed earlier this morning, I pull out the new paddle I’d purchased at the local adult store. I smacked it against my hand and Del gasped, her body jerking.
She turned her head to gaze at me over her shoulder, her eyes widening when she saw the paddle. I’d used sex toys on her before, and restraints. She’d even asked if we could get a spanking bench put in the bedroom, but I’d never once used a paddle on her.
“You ready to be punished, baby?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. Please, Mason. I’ve been so bad.” She squirmed, wagging her ass at me, begging to be spanked.
“Yes, you have,” I agreed. “So very bad.”
The first swat to her ass wasn’t very hard. I gave her a few practice spanks to get her used to the paddle and not my hand. Her cheeks were turning a faint pink already, her pale skin marking so easily. It was one of the things I’d always loved about Del. When I put my hands on her, she usually bore my mark for a few days. Even though she had my name inked on her body, this was far more intimate.
The next stroke hit harder, making her yelp as her ass turned bright red.
“Get ready to count, baby. You get five spankings with the paddle.”
Smack.
“One, sir.”
Smack. Smack.
“Two, sir. Three, sir.”
She moaned, pressing her ass back toward me, and kept counting until I reached the fifth spanking. I smoothed my hand over her abused ass cheeks and knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a while. I hadn’t hit hard enough to bruise, but she’d be red the rest of the night.
“You remember our first morning together?” I asked. She’d been very bad when we’d first reconnected, going to the clubhouse like a little slut. Her stepmother had been after her, wanting to kill my sweet Del, and she’d needed my help. She’d gone about getting it the wrong way though, and I’d made sure she knew that. One of my brothers had tried to fuck her, and I’d let her know I wouldn’t put up with that shit.
“Yes,” she said, her voice going softer.
“Good. Just like then, you aren’t allowed to come. You hear me, Del? You come before I give you permission, and I’ll paddle this ass again.”
She moaned and dropped her head to the bed, burying her face in the covers. I smiled, knowing she secretly loved it. I grabbed the new vibrator I’d picked up the other day, turned it on low, and placed it against her clit. She cried out and her body tensed. It seemed my baby was so turned on that she’d be coming whether she wanted to or not. I swirled it against the little bud then turned it up another notch. Del twisted against the ropes and her back bowed.
“Don’t you come yet, baby,” I warned.
“Mason, I… I’m so close.”
I spread her pussy open with my fingers and saw how swollen she was, how ready she was to come really damn hard. She was slick and my dick throbbed as I thought about how good she’d feel wrapped around me.
“Don’t. Fucking. Come,” I ordered.
“Y-yes, sir.”
I knew she was close, really close, and I turned the toy up again. She came, screaming out her release, her pussy dripping. I smirked and shut off the toy before tossing it aside, yet keeping it within reach in case I needed it again. Picking up the paddle, I gave her a few more smacks. Not hard enough to really hurt, but just enough to get my point across. Fuck, I’d known she would come, even when I gave her the order not to. Admittedly, I’d wanted to smack her ass again and had pushed her. I grabbed the lube and squirted some between her ass cheeks, then worked it into her tight little hole, stretching her with first one finger, then two. If there was one thing my Del loved, and I loved giving it to her, it was a good ass fucking. My dirty girl would scream for more when I pounded into her. After she was taking three fingers, I knew she was ready.
I unzipped my jeans and shoved them down just far enough to get my cock out. She didn’t deserve to have my naked body pressed against hers, not yet. I slicked my cock and then groaned as I place the head of my cock against that tight ring of muscle and worked my way inside of her, short thrusts until she’d taken all of me. So fucking tight! My cock twitched and I tried to get control of myself.
“God, Mason. You always fill me up so good,” she said, her voice low and husky.
“I’m going to fuck this ass nice and hard, Del. If you’re a good girl, I might let you come again. You want that, don’t you? Want me to pound your ass so that you feel my dick inside of you for days?”
She whimpered and nodded. I started stroking in and out of her, slowly at first, then harder, going deeper with every thrust. Soon, I was slamming into her, gripping her hips with my hands. I fucked her hard, driving deep. It was a relentless fucking, meant to both punish and please her. I felt my balls draw up and a tingle in my spine, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Her ass clenched on my dick and I knew she was seconds from coming, something I wasn’t going to allow just yet. No, my wife needed to learn her lesson. Coming was a reward. I slammed into her one more time, filling her ass with my cum. My cock throbbed and jerked inside of her
until every last spurt of cum had been drained from me. I groaned as I pulled out and smacked her ass with my hand.
“Mason!” She looked over her shoulder at me, glaring, but I just winked.
Yeah, she was pissed I’d come without her, but she’d get her chance. Waiting would be good for her. Besides, she’d already come once without permission.
“Back in a minute, baby. Be good while I’m gone and I’ll make you come so fucking hard.”
I went into the bathroom to clean up, then stripped out of my jeans. Leaning against the bathroom counter, I watched her, waiting to see if she’d sit patiently and wait. My baby didn’t so much as tug on her restraints, just waited like a good little girl. Smiling, I went back into the bedroom. I had one more surprise for her in the bag under the bed. Pulling out the toy advertised as the way to drive a woman wild, I turned it on and slid it into her pussy without any warning. It wasn’t anywhere near as big as my dick and she was plenty wet enough to take it. Del gasped and squirmed.
I picked up the other toy and turned it back on, putting it against her clit again. Setting both toys on high, I took my time teasing her, bringing her just to the edge, then backing off. With one rubbing her G-spot and the other teasing the hard little bundle of nerves, she rode that sharp edge on the cusp of coming for a good fifteen minutes, with me getting her close then not letting her come.
“Mason! Oh, god! So good.”
“Have you learned your lesson, baby? You going to keep things from me?”
“I’ll be good, sir,” she said. “Promise.”
I knew she’d be as good as she could, for a while, but eventually she’d warrant another punishment. One I would gladly give her. I didn’t pull the toys away this time when I knew she was close. Her body twitched as her pussy gushed, her release soaking my hands and the bed.
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