Colt bared his teeth as he pulled Sierra down onto his cock, forcing himself as deep into her mouth as possible. She gagged and fought to back off, but he held her a fraction longer before releasing her. She looked into his eyes, defiance flashing as she forced her head back.
“So, that’s how it’s going to be, you fuck?” she snarled, pissed off that he was mistreating her. She was willing, but rather than letting her please him, he was being a shit.
“Anything I want, however I want it, or I feed you to the fucking buzzards,” he growled in return.
“Fuck you, you fucking bastard!” She plunged down on him again, gently dragging her teeth over his member, her tongue flicking and darting. She was sick of being pushed around and being taken advantage of. The bourbon made her bold, and if she was going to have to put up with his shit for twenty-four hours, she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. He may kill her, but she wouldn’t be cowering in the corner when it happened.
He hissed as she bobbed her head, her lips pinched tight around his girth, her tongue caressing and dancing along the underside of his shaft. After a moment she paused at the head, sucking hard as her tongue swirled around the tip and her hand pumped the remaining length of him with searing effect.
“Fuck…” he snarled as he thrust his hips while pulling her head down hard again. He heard her gag again, but she didn’t back off, instead dragging her nails along his tightening scrotum. He gasped with the sensation, his grip loosening enough that she could force herself back.
She’d nearly lost it, but managed to hold her gag long enough to get free of the horse dick in her mouth. She spat on his member and stroked it fast and hard, not caring if she hurt him. If he wants to play rough, then I can fucking play rough. With a groan he shoved her away then tumbled to his back. She followed, throwing herself across his body and taking him into her mouth again. I’m going to make this asshole come so fucking hard so he won’t be able to get it up again and then he will leave me alone!
Colt’s balls were retracting up into his body as his orgasm inched nearer. It had been over a week since he’d taken a lover and he was beginning to feel the burn of his approaching orgasm. He watched as Sierra licked, kissed and sucked his cock with abandon. Her eyes met his and he saw determination and fire there he hadn’t expected. She pulled his cock from her mouth and pumped her fist over it, swirling it around the head.
“Come on, you bastard!” She plunged her mouth over him again, taking him as deep as possible. Once again she felt his hands pressing her down as his hips rose. She was holding herself there, fighting her gag, when he grunted.
He allowed his orgasm to flow, erupting into her mouth, spilling what felt like gallons, rivers, oceans of come.
She’d never allowed a man to come in her mouth before. She struggled, fighting against his hold, but was unable to pull back as he came. She held her breath, listening to him grunt out his orgasm, her mouth awash in his semen. She expected to retch, but compared to the cock in her mouth, the addition of semen was minor and the taste not as objectionable as she expected.
When he finally let her go, she threw herself back and then spit his ejaculate on his chest. She wanted to spit it in his face but was afraid that would be a step to far. “You asshole!”
He smiled nastily at her. “Not what you signed up for?”
“Fuck you!” she cried as she started to get out of bed.
“Where are you going? We’re not done yet,” he growled as he pulled her back into the bed and held her down until she stopped struggling.
“You’re going to fuck me now? You probably can’t even keep it up,” she smirked as she opened her legs. She was on the pill, but she was probably going to get some nasty VD or some other shit from this asshole. What ever it takes to get to Reno…
“Oh, no…it’s not that easy,” he said as he caressed her breasts. He looked at her as she laid there, her face hard and her eyes defiant. There was something about her, something he couldn’t put his finger on, he liked. The women in the club were willing and complaint, as was expected from members of the club. Other women, women he picked up for his amusement, were either as willing and compliant as the club girls, afraid and crying, or bitching and complaining. But Sierra was none of those things. She obviously wasn’t happy about how he was treating her, not that he cared, but she was taking everything he was dishing out and going toe to toe with him without complaint. He smiled as his hand drifted lower, liking the fire in this woman.
His thick fingers brushed against her womanhood with surprising gentleness. She expected him to be as rough and uncaring as before, and she’d resolved not to give him the satisfaction of crying out or begging. She was almost twelve hours into her twenty-four, and she knew if she survived the night she would be free…if he kept his bargain.
He continued to stroke her with surprising gentleness, making her squirm and writhe. “You like that?” he asked.
“Fuck you,” she sneered, but she wasn’t sure she was convincing because she did like it. She liked it a lot.
He smiled. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Just do what you’re going—” she began before gasping as three fingers plunged deep into her.
“Yes…” he hissed seductively as he slowly pistoned his fingers into her. “I think you would like to get fucked. Do you want me to fuck you?”
As much as she wanted to say no, her goddamn body betrayed her and she nodded with a whimper.
“Tell me,” he continued softly, picking up the pace of his finger fucking. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
She held her tongue, refusing to say the words he wanted to hear.
“Tell me,” he repeated, pulling his fingers out of her to tickle and torment her swollen clit.
She shook her head no, but her back arched as he bore down, his skilled fingers touching and stroking, causing her orgasm to swell within her.
He watched as she writhed and moaned. She had a natural sensuality about her, an honesty in her sounds of passion and in the way she moved. And she was so fucking beautiful. He surprised himself as he lowered his lips to hers, wanting to taste her lips, to feel their softness. He’d kissed her earlier, but that was just to establish who was in charge and gauge her reactions. There had been no passion in it, just as there had been no real passion in the blowjob, only need.
As his lips touched hers, her arms surrounded his neck, the kiss coming alive as she pulled him to her, her hips thrusting on his fingers as her movements smeared his release between them. She tasted of sweat and sex and bourbon, but there was something else, something sweet and pleasing. Perhaps it was the orange he saw her eating earlier, but whatever it was, he liked it.
“Oh…fuck! Please, Colt, please, I want you to fuck me,” she gasped as she pulled his lips to her neck.
He wanted to. He wanted to plunge into her and fuck her until she was screaming in orgasm, but he didn’t know if she was clean, on the pill, or anything else. He had condoms, but he didn’t want to stop and put one on. No, he was enjoying watching her squirm and beg too much to stop now.
Sierra groaned again as Colt took her to the very brink of rapture and held her there, teetering on the knife-edge of relief as he tormented her. She burned and writhed in preorgasmic throes as he softly touched and stroked, making her beg for her release, before he allowed the climax to slide away. This was the third time he’d brought her to the peak of pleasure but not allowed her to accept the cleansing fire of her climax.
“Please, fuck! Please make me come! Please!” she begged, trying once again to finish herself, and once again he pulled her hand away and pinned it to bed before she could touch herself where she desperately wanted to touch.
“What do you want?” he teased, slowly dragging his finger over her clit, being careful not push her over the edge.
“I want to come! Please let me come! Please!”
“What are you willing to do?”
“Anything!” she begged. �
��Please, Colt!”
He was seriously turned on. He’d played this game before, but never had he been able to hold a woman at this peak for so long. In the past the women either came or they lost the ability to come, but not Sierra. She’d been surfing the edge of her orgasm for almost an hour, and there was no end in sight. He, however, couldn’t take it anymore. He rolled to his back, steering her head to his crotch.
She allowed him to pull her head to him, taking him into her mouth again. She reached for herself, but before she could touch her womanhood, he pulled her hand away. She groaned in frustration, but her excitement made her wild. She forced herself down, taking his cock deeper in her mouth than any man before him.
Sierra was going wild, slobbering over him as she pumped her hips against nothing, her mouth and tongue, fingers and nails, driving him deeper into pleasure. He was incredibly turned on by her display and moans as she sucked him, her sensuous twists and turns as if she was about to come making his cock ache from his hardness. Suddenly she shuddered with a quiet groan, her tongue flicking madly against the head of his cock.
“Did you fucking come?” he growled. She didn’t answer, but her soft sigh and the sudden relaxation of her body answered his question. She continued to lick and kiss but the intensity was gone. “You fucking came,” he sneered, pulling her off his cock and holding her by her hair, forcing her look into his face. “If you come again without my permission I’m going to make you pay! Do you understand me?”
Sierra looked at him, afraid and excited. She was once again afraid that he might actually hurt her, but strangely excited at what kind of payment he might demand.
“Do you understand?” he hissed, giving her head a small jerk to emphasize his point.
She nodded, saying nothing, trying to decide if he was actually upset or only playing a part. Yes, he was being rough with her, but not excessively so, and had been quite gentle when actually touching her womanhood. She decided she liked this in-your-face fucking, liked having a man take charge, liked a man who knew what he wanted and how he wanted it. So long as he didn’t actually hurt her, she rather liked being pushed around and, by extension, allowing her to push back without scaring someone off or coming off as a bitch.
He jerked her head back down and forced his cock between her lips. He wasn’t actually upset, more amazed than anything. Never had he seen a woman come without stimulation before, and he wondered what other feats she was capable.
She went at him hard, trying to recapture the frenzied excitement that she felt a moment before. His pants and groans as she took him, bobbing her head, dragging her nails along his sculptured chest excited her like no man before him. She fought up against his restraining hand, caught her breath, then plunged down again, delighting in the erotic battle they fought. She could tell he was fighting her, trying to hold his orgasm, but she was breaking down is resistance little by little.
“Fuck…” he snarled again as Sierra gobbled his cock. He shook his head, trying to battle back from the brink, unable to stop his orgasm, only slow its approach. He shoved her away, but before he could do anything else, she was back, taking him back into her mouth. He pushed her away again, turning with her this time. Again she came back at him, trying to get his cock into her mouth as he struggled to his knees. She took him again as he settled on his heels, her nails biting into his ass as she pulled his cock into her mouth. Slobber and precum was running out of her mouth, dripping on her breasts, his balls already covered in their sex. He began to thrust into her mouth, his cock making wet sounds as his manhood burned from his need, but still he held against his orgasm until with a deep grunt he hunched over, holding his cock in her mouth as he came again. He’d come harder before, but not often, and never so hard from just a blowjob.
She smiled as he pushed her away, spitting his come into her hand and using it as lubricant to stroke him. It was a nasty thing to do, but the sheer wickedness of it excited her in a deep way. . She smiled again as he jerked and gasped, before he sighed as he came out of his orgasm.
“God…damn!” he snarled, watching as her smile grew wider and more erotic. She was a mess, her ponytail nearly destroyed and the rest of her hair in total disarray, covered in sweat, spit and semen, but he’d never seen a sexier woman in his life. He shoved her hard back to the bed and then moved in for the kill.
She fell back with his shove, excited that she was finally going to have the glorious cock inside of her. He bent to kiss her, a kiss that she relished, but rather than his cock, she felt his fingers enter her again. “No…” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”
“No,” he whispered, reasserting his authority. “But you’re going to come so fucking hard…”
She whimpered softly as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her and then gasped as he tickling her clit with his thumb. Her first orgasm was nice, but it was small and hadn’t satisfied her need, leaving her wanting more. As he plunged his fingers into her, her back arced as her head pressed into the bed in pleasure.
He smiled as he watched her toes curl, pumping his fingers harder and faster as he took one of her breasts into his mouth. Her hand immediately went to the back of his head, pressing his mouth harder to her skin, so he began to softly scrape her swelling nipple against his teeth, gently pressing it there with his tongue. She shuddered as a soft whimper escaped from her. He began to finger-fuck her harder, faster, and with each increase in speed and power, Sierra began to twist and squirm more, her sounds of passion becoming louder and more frequent.
“Do you want to come?” he asked.
“Yes…”
“I want you to hold it. Don’t come.”
“I want to come…please let me come,” she breathed, her begging voice incredibly sexy as she twisted and moved.
Colt drove his fingers into her with incredible speed and power, his growling pants of desire as he nursed at her breast just adding to her excitement. She’d never felt like this before, her skin feeling electrified as if millions volts of electricity were pouring directly into her nervous system, the sensation going on forever as she battled the swelling orgasm.
“Come,” he whispered, finally giving her relief. She’d held out longer than he expected, but he could tell she was approaching the limit of her endurance.
She’d fought against her orgasm with everything she had, but her control was slipping and she knew she was going to come again…then, the single whispered word. With a gasp of relief, she relaxed, allowing her climax to take her. She came with a whimpering cry that rose to a brief wail as she bucked and jerked on the bed, grabbing at his arm to still his rapidly thrusting hand. He stopped, panting from his efforts, allowing her to experience her orgasm, smiling as she jerked, paused, then jerked again, her face contorted into a mask of pain and pleasure. After a series of spasms, she relaxed with a long sigh, her eyes opening as she reached for him, placing a hand behind his head and pulled his lips to hers.
His kiss was deeply erotic, warm and tender, his body pressing her into the bed. The trailer was much cooler now, the air-conditioning having reduced the temperature to a bearable level, and she welcomed his warmth as her sweat began to dry. He settled beside her and she snuggled in close, her hand going to his face. She was disappointed he hadn’t actually fucked her, but she needed a moment to recover before going again…dreaming of how her first uncut cock would feel inside of her as she slipped slowly into sleep.
Chapter Five
Colt McKinnon laid still, Sierra tucked in close, listening to her slow and soft breathing. He’d just enjoyed a very satisfying romp with an incredibly sexy woman, but he felt hollow inside, as always. He wanted there to be more to the club than just fucking, fighting, and larceny.
He liked being part of something bigger, but DVMC could be so much more. He wanted to take the club somewhere, but most of the members were interested in only four things: sex, drugs, alcohol, and fighting among themselves. It seemed every day another member, men and women alike, lost the will to
do more and succumbed to the allure of the readily available drugs, booze, and sex. He was only twenty-six, but he wanted more from life than just pussy and bourbon.
He’d joined DVMC at the tender age of twenty-one. His father had abandoned them when he was still young, unable to cope with the demands of being a father. He was the second of two boys, and after their father left, his mother had struggled to support them, latching onto any man who treated her well. He remembered sneaking down the hallway to watch through a crack in the door as yet another man banged his mom. It had been his first exposure to sex and the pleasure on his mother’s face had been etched into his memory.
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