Claiming Racheal

by Michelle Woods

  She saw the topless women and a few naked asses of both sexes as they went by the next door, then Tiny was opening a door on the upstairs landing. She glanced into the room, seeing two men going at a woman who knelt on the bed, she was sucking one man’s dick, while the other plowed her from behind.

  “Fuck,” Tiny exclaimed, slamming the door still dragging her down the hall. “We’ll try the next room.”

  She didn’t say anything as he dragged her along opening the door to the next room, which was empty.

  He growled, “Thank, Fuck!”

  Before he dragged her into the room, clicking the lock into place, he turned to her, pulling her into his arms.

  “I missed you so fucking much, darlin’,” Tiny barked, pushing her back into the closed door. “I need to touch you. I know I’m pushing, but being away for so longs making me inpatient. Please, don’t say no.” He pleaded.

  “Tiny, it’s okay. I missed you, too.” Racheal whispered, meeting his eyes. He moved towards her with serious intent, his eyes devouring her every feature, as he pressed her back into the door of the room.

  Tiny was acting a little crazy and he knew it, but having ridden for fifteen straight hours to get back here by tonight, he was having a hard time letting go of the need to take her. It hadn’t helped that he’d seen Rock touching her. He knew when his eyes met hers that she wasn’t completely ready for this, but he wasn’t able to pull back.

  Needing to touch her desperately, he pressed her back into the door, his mouth coming down taking her lips with his. His tongue thrusting into her mouth with rough strokes, holding her head still for his invasion, with his hand buried in her mass of honey blonde hair, he moaned with pleasure. She tasted like heaven, and he’d missed her so much it surprised him. Although, he’d known he was attached to her, he hadn’t realized how much until he’d had to stay away from her for a week.

  Now, he was desperate for her, he pushed his leg between hers feeling the skirt she wore slide upwards. His leg came to rest against her wet heat. Fuck, she was so wet he could feel it through his pants. He moaned, kissing his way down her neck. Sucking and nipping at her apple scented skin, he pulled up her shirt so that his hand could close around her breast, needing to touch her.

  She moaned, his hand in her hair gripped tighter as he undid the clasp on her bra freeing her breasts. His hand closed over one, squeezing the large mound gently, he pinched her nipple. Hearing her moans of pleasure made him drunk with the possessive lust that filled him. He pulled back slightly, taking in her appearance, with his hand cupping her breast under the tight top and her head thrust back against the door, and she withered slightly on his leg seeking relief. Her honeyed hair caught in his fist, with her lips, a pretty bee stung pink, and her eyes heavy lidded, she watched him.

  Racheal was burning alive. She couldn’t bare it for another moment. She needed Tiny to touch her like she needed air. She had never felt so needy in her life. She was soaked with her own desire. Unable to believe she could feel this fierce need after what she’d been through, she was comforted by it, maybe she could make it back to the person she’d been before Eugene.

  Tiny ripped his hand from her breast, his other hand releasing her hair he took hold of her shirt pulling it off her to reveal her breasts to his gaze. He growled in pleasure, then bent forward taking one into his mouth sucking it deep, while his hand cupped her other breast. He slid his other hand to her hip then back to cup her ass, his tongue rapping around her nipples sucking it hard, then scraping it with his teeth, bringing another sexy whimper from her.

  His dick was so hard he thought he might burst from his jeans at any moment. He was sure that his zipper was permanently imbedded on his dick. He moved his mouth to her other breast as her hand buried in his hair, pulling him to her.

  He moved his hand down sliding her skirt up slowly to find her sweet heat was bare. Holy fuck! That was hot, if he’d known she wasn’t wearing any underwear this encounter would have gone much faster. He almost came from the pleasure that rocked him at the feel of it now.

  Two of his fingers slid inside her dampness, he couldn’t hold back the groan of excruciating pleasure feeling her tight channel griping his fingers caused. He needed inside her. NOW! He moved his other hand to his zipper, ripping it down. He jerked at his pants like a madman.

  Racheal could feel the fingers invading her, making her mewl with her needy pleasure, as she clamped down trying to find release. She wanted those fingers to be his dick sliding inside her so bad she was almost dyeing.

  Tiny finally managed to get his pants down one handed, he pulled his fingers free of her, his hands gripping her ass as he lifted her, pressing her back against the door lining himself up with her slick passage. Mad with the territorial need to own the woman he had pinned to the wall, with his dick at her opening, he almost roared as he slid into her wetness a tiny bit.

  “You okay, babe?” Tiny forced himself to ask, praying she didn’t say no because he wasn’t sure he could stop.

  “Yes, please…please.” She almost panted; it was the only encouragement he needed to slam into her sweet hollow. He couldn’t have stopped that hard thrust of his hips into her if someone had held a gun to his head.

  He grunted with the pleasure, as he tried to hold still and let her tightness adjust to his large size. Racheal began to wither on him and her breasts where rubbing his chest, which still bore his shirt and his leather cut. The erotic feeling of her nakedness rubbing his fully clothed chest, forced him to move, pulling out to slam back inside her with grunted sounds of excretion as he pumped her, trying not to come before he brought her to pleasure, but so close he was almost mad from it.

  “Please…Tiny…F-fuck me!” Racheal moaned, repeating it on almost every thrust of his body into hers, needing the pleasure he was giving her.

  Holding her by her sweet little ass, as he thrust hard into her, hearing her loud keening moans of need as she begged him to fuck her, he growled picking up his pace. Fuck, hearing her say those words over and over made him feel like a fucking animal. He could feel hear the way her head hit the door with every thrust, the slapping sounds of him thrusting into her added to his pleasure. He was grateful that this animalistic lovemaking wasn’t scaring her. He could tell that she loved it by the tight grip of her nails on his upper arms, and the way her legs gripped him trying to keep him inside her, as she begged him to fuck her.

  “I’m close, babe. You need to come, now.” He growled, still pumping hard into her tight sheath. He leaned forward taking one of her bouncing tits into his mouth sucking hard on the nipple, feeling her grip him as she screamed out her release. He almost sighed, as seconds later he let go, coming inside her with a roar of his own.

  Fuck, he thought almost crushing her into the wall to hold them both up. That was amazing, she was amazing; he’d needed that so bad. As he slowly managed to pull out of her, he pulled his pants up one handed scooping her up walking to the couch nearby sitting down with her on his lap.

  As he sat back his hands running down her back, he moved them to grip her ass beneath her skirt again. Next time, he was gonna screw her from behind so he could see her ass as he took her. The thought made his limp dick twitch, trying to get hard so he could follow through with the promise he’d just made to it.

  Racheal was pleasantly liquid and so relieved she felt tears forming in her eyes. Not only had she enjoyed being roughly taken by Tiny, she hadn’t panicked. It made her realize that she just might not be so broken that she couldn’t be fixed. Unable to stop the relieved tears, she let go, crying in huge racking sobs that shook her whole body.

  She wanted to tell Tiny that it wasn’t the sex that was making her cry in these wrenching sobs, but her relief that she was still able to have a normal sexual relationship without fear invading her at every turn. Only she was crying too hard to tell him, hopefully Tiny didn’t freak.

  Tiny saw the tears forming in Racheal’s eyes and sighed. Yeah, he’d known that was coming. He wasn�
�t surprised by the sobs that almost seemed to break her. He knew they weren’t about him. Nope, those tears were about Eugene, the stupid fuck. He moved his hands from her ass pulling her into his arms against his chest, squeezing her close.

  “Just let it go darlin’. I’ve got you.” He whispered into her hair as he held her, letting her cry out the poison hoping it would be over soon, it was tearing his heart out.

  Chapter 8

  “Tiny…Ti-tiny, this isn’t about you.” Racheal finally stuttered out, lying on his shoulder. She didn’t want to think that she’d ruined this moment for herself.

  “Shh…darlin’, I know. It’s about him. I know that.” Tiny whispered, his head resting on hers. He could smell her apple scented hair that always made him horny, now every time he smelled apples he got a hard on.

  She sat up looking at him tears glistening in her eyes. Her breast where still bare, her nipples hard, he had a hard time meeting her eyes because he was distracted by those nipples. When he finally ripped his eyes away, he looked seeing her tear stained face looked perplexed.

  “How do you always know?” Racheal demanded her eyes cloudy. Her face was a mass of bewilderment. Her nose was red and her eyes were puffy, as she watched him, she smiled slyly.

  “It’s a gift. I just read people.” Tiny chuckled, at her still uncertain expression.

  “It’s kind of unnerving, Tiny.”

  “I know. It makes most people uncomfortable.” Tiny looked at her breasts again unable to help himself.

  Racheal saw Tiny’s eyes drop to her breasts and smiled. He was barely able to make eye contact with her as they talked. Her body began heating up again with desire. Leaning forward she whispered in his ear.

  “Wanna go back to our place and do it again?” She felt Tiny stiffen beneath her. He suddenly thrust her to her feet. Tiny moved to her shirt, jerking it off the floor and handing it to her with a gruffly barked.

  “Get dressed.”

  Laughing, Racheal did as she was told. It didn’t take long for him to scoop her up and carry her at a dead run towards their cabin.

  Racheal heard the shrill ring of the phone, moaning she moved to pick it up. Tiny’s arm tightened around her waist, and he grumbled with displeasure. Grabbing it she hit the accept key with a huffy.

  “What?”

  “Geez, your chipper this morning. I thought Tiny being back would put you in a better mood. Guess I was wrong.” Molly said in her usual happy voice.

  “I’m tired, Molly. Can this conversation wait?” Racheal asked. Tiny rolled to his side with his head propped on his hand watching her. Her breasts were bare and this always seemed to mesmerize the man, that and her ass. That man loved her ass and her tits, after three. days of almost constant love making she was learning her man was very intent when it came to her body.

  “Ha, you’re not nice in the mornings! I just called to let you know that we’re meeting here tonight to get ready for the club at six. It twelve o’clock by the way, you really should be awake by now. Unless, you were up late doing naughty things with Tiny?” Molly laughed wickedly.

  “Shut it sister! I was up doing naughty things.” Racheal shamelessly cried, feeling Tiny’s hand cup her breast as his mouth descended to suck it into his mouth. Moaning slightly, she put her hand to the back of his head as his tongue wrapped around her nipple with a sucking twist that always blew her mind.

  “Are you really doing that while I’m on the phone? Gross! I’ll see you tonight.” Molly howled hanging up with fake gagging sounds.

  “Tiny…we should get up its late.” Racheal moaned, tossing the phone back on the bedside table.

  “Busy, babe.” Tiny whispered, blowing on her nipple, moving to lay over her with his legs between hers. His mouth covered her other nipple, making her forget that they were still in bed at twelve in the afternoon.

  She arched towards him with a groan, needing the hard member pressed against her leg inside her. She ran her hands down his muscular back, gripping his ass pulling him into her, feeling the thick shaft of his dick brush her entrance. Spreading wider she urged him to move into her with a hard pull that made him chuckle a bit.

  It turned into a rough growl seconds later when he sank inside her. Pulling away from her he kissed his way up her body, meeting her lips with his in a possessive kiss. He moved slowly his body slipping into her with light gentle strokes as he kissed her. Her eyes closed, moaning with the pleasure Tiny could bring her, she moved her hands up to grip his shoulders.

  “Tiny…” She whispered. “Please, I ne-ne…” She panted needing him to move faster.

  “Umm…yeah, I know.” Tiny picked up the pace, moving harder, moaning at the feel of her tightness gripping his hardened member. The wet grip she had on his dick making him almost mindless. He pounded into her with hard even strokes, trying to keep it slow. He felt like he was always fucking her like he was some kind of animal. He’d been crazy since that first time with her. He needed her tight body gripping him like he needed to breathe. Every time was better than the last and he was addicted to the feel of her wrapped around him.

  He began moving harder his hand sliding between their bodies to find her clit, which he lightly flicked and pinched watching her face contort into a pleasured expression. He needed to feel her grip him as she came on his dick with a rush of honeyed pleasure. He worked her little clit watching her moan, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow, her blonde hair fanned out beneath her as she cried out, her body clamping down on his dick so hard he growled and began moving faster pounding into her aggressively, unable to stop himself.

  Racheal felt her orgasm overtake her as Tiny played her body like a finely tune instrument. Fuck, he was good in bed. He always made her come so hard she almost passed out. Feeling his heavy body press her into the bed, he became serious about screwing her to it, she moaned. She was already close to a second orgasm and she’d barely finished the first one. He growled above her grunting as he pumped harder, she felt herself grip him tighter, clenching in need.

  Her hands desperately clinging to his shoulders, she let out squeaky sounds of need with every thrust of his body into hers. She needed this second orgasm so bad her body trembled with it. She pressed her heals into Tiny’s ass as he grunted and she felt him coming inside her with a growled yes, in her hair with despair. She was aching with her need to come.

  “Damn, sorry, darlin’.” Tiny managed once he’d recovered a bit. He pulled slowly from her watching her hips try to follow. She was so close, she needed it so bad. He laughed a bit.

  “Sorry, sweetness. Umm…not to worry.” Tiny slid two fingers into her straining body making her cry out, in dissatisfied need.

  “Poor, sweet, baby. You need it don’t you?” He asked his fingers working her little channel with renewed vigor.

  His mouth covered her breast sucking it, his thumb began to rub her clit as he worked her with his fingers making her body arch off the bed. She felt like she was going to explode at any second, her frustration at the unfilled need mounting as he continued to thrust his fingers inside her.

  She was so close, but she just wasn’t getting there. Tiny pushed her over the edge when he thrust his fingers into her hard, his palm smacking into her clit roughly while his teeth scraped gently at her nipple. She let out a screaming moan, which caused Tiny to growl, pleased that he brought her to orgasm a second time.

  “Damn, you’re sexy when you come darlin’.” Tiny’s mouth moved to take hers. He kissed her leisurely as his hands drifted down cupping her ass pulling her into his slightly hard member. His hand squeezed and she felt his dick twitch a bit.

  “You really like my ass don’t you Tiny?” Racheal asked, laughing.

  “Fuck, yes! It makes me fucking horny.” Tiny murmured against her lips with a light kiss still gripping her ass.

  “We need to get up. I’ve got to go over to Aunt Mae’s before tonight and then I need to get some of the laundry done too. So you, Mr. Horny need to let me go get a shower
.” Racheal pushed at his chest trying to get him to let her up. Tiny squeezed her ass again, moaning his body hardening more, but he rolled over letting her move off the bed.

  Racheal didn’t bother to cover herself as she moved around the bed headed to the shower naked.

  “Cruel. You are a cruel woman, Racheal.” Tiny called from behind her, causing her to look over her shoulder at him lying on the bed his dick raising the covers were it had fully hardened at the sight of her naked ass walking to the bathroom. She smiled, his eyes were glued to her ass as she shook it a little, making him growl, gripping the covers moving quickly to get up. She slammed the door of the bathroom closed, cackling in glee as she twisted the lock. Hearing Tiny bang into the locked door, she heard him call out in a tortured voice.

  “Witch!”

  Chapter 9

  The pounding beat of the music assaulted Racheal’s ears. Sitting back with her elbows on the counter behind her she watched Molly and Tracy dance. She laughed with Lisa who sat to her right when the two drunken women began to sing, badly. They’d been at the club, Wink, for three hours. They’d done the racy present thing as well as shots for everyone except Lisa, now the other women where dancing, and a half sober Racheal kept Lisa company at the bar.

  Vivi was sitting in her old man’s lap a few feet away. Tick had shown up half an hour ago. It had been obvious to all the women that their men had sent him to check up on them. They were sure he’d been the one to draw the short straw, none of the men wanted to make their old ladies mad. Tick had gotten lucky that Vivi was so drunk, she’d barely noticed anything other than the fact that her man was here.

  Brandy was at the other end of the bar talking with Katie and one of the sweetbutt’s who’d shown up with a prospect a few hours ago. Racheal was sure from the way the man watched them all he’d also been sent to keep watch over the women. Lisa put her hand on her stomach for the tenth time in the last thirty minutes.