Sven's Ride (A Bad Boy MC Romance)

by Sara Crest

  After a few seconds of sliding down onto his cock I took a deep breath, realizing that it was all finally inside of me. I put my hands on his shoulders for leverage, squeezing how thick and muscular they were. I could feel his breathing change as he revelled in the feeling my pussy gave him.

  I began to ride him, slowly moving my hips up and down as I took him inside of me again and again. I could tell he was speechless, enjoying me too much to even moan, giving me nothing more than little breaths that told me he wanted more.

  He ran his big rough hands down my breasts and stomach to my hips, helping me buck and grind against his cock as I rode him right there on the living room couch.

  The smell of our love mixed with the sweet smell leftover from the fireplace, filling the room with a sense of the deep warmth shared between us.

  He took the tip of my breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around my nipple causing me to let out a soft moan and throw my head back in ecstasy.

  He released my nipple from his mouth and I brought my head back, pressing our foreheads against each other as I felt myself bouncing up and down on his cock. He was so good, I never had another man as good as him, I never wanted another man, I wanted to be with him and it pained me to know that it probably wouldn’t happen all because of John and Clay.

  I kissed Sven deeply, I wanted to feel his lips on my own as much as I could. I moaned into him as he held my hips in place and moved me up and down on his massive cock.

  “I…” I whispered into his ear, I wanted to tell him, I wanted him to know. This might be the only chance I ever get to let him know how I felt.

  “I love you Sven” I said looking deep into his eyes.

  “I love you too Emma, I love you so much” he replied without hesitation.

  He moved his hands from my hips to my face, bringing me in for another kiss as I sat on his lap with his cock still deep inside of me.

  I slowly moved my hips back and forth, letting us feel each other as he pulled me in so that my breasts were pressed against his pecs.

  I could feel his cock swell deep inside of me, I wanted him to give me everything he had, I wanted him to release his cock in me.

  As I ground my hips against his cock I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my own release. I could feel the heat starting in my core and coursing throughout my whole body every time his cock went deeper into me. I dug one hand into his chest and the other into his shoulder, rubbing his scars and pressing down on his tattoos as I felt myself nearing the point of no return. My breaths became shorter and I closed my eyes in anticipation.

  He thrust upwards into me, realizing how close I was, he put his own pleasure on the back seat to make sure I would feel as good as I possibly could.

  I looked down at him, staring him straight in his gorgeous blue eyes and running my hand down the side of his face as his cock hit me deeper than I thought was ever possible.

  “Oh Sven, Sven I think I’m gonna- I think I’m gonna-”

  I threw my head back in pleasure but he grabbed my hair and pulled me forward, I opened my eyes looked at him as I rode the waves of pleasure he gave me, cumming all over his cock as I felt the most amazing orgasm of my entire life. I shook on top of him, I squirmed on his cock as I completely coated his entire shaft with how wet I was.

  Just as I felt my pleasure beginning to die down I could feel him bucking underneath me, his breaths became even shorter as I felt his cock begin to throb deep inside of me.

  I leaned over and put my lips to his ear. “Cum inside of me Sven, I’m all yours, take me,”

  He pulled me into him and thrust upwards into my pussy, letting out loud moan as I felt him shoot hot and thick ropes of cum deep inside of me. I felt his cock throb with every load he pumped into me as I ground my hips against him trying to make him feel the best that I possibly could. I dug my nails into his thick muscles and his shook underneath me, unloading himself deep in my pussy as his cock gave me absolutely everything it had.

  Finally he took one last breath and let go of me, I sat on top of him with his now softening cock still deep inside of me.

  He grabbed my by the back of my head and brought me in for one last kiss.

  “I love you Emma, I really do mean that” he whispered as he kissed me again.

  “I’ll always love you Sven. No matter what happens I’ll always love you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  (Emma)

  I laid on top of him on the couch, someone could have come in at any moment but we didn’t care. All they would see were two people in love with each other enjoying an intimate moment alone together.

  I twirled my finger against his chest as it looked like he was thinking about something. I wanted this moment to last forever but I couldn’t stop thinking about what I would do for him in just a few hours. I wanted to tell him, I wanted him to rain love down on me knowing that we might not have much time together but I knew if I told him that he’d try to stop me.

  I just kept telling myself that this was for the best.

  Suddenly we heard a motorcycle pull up to the house followed by some frantic footsteps and banging on the door.

  Sven stood up, looking at me and putting a finger over his mouth to tell me not to make any noise. He slowly approached the door as the knocking became more and more frantic. He reached down and picked up the gun that was in his pants pocket on the floor, the one he had taken from the man back at the fight.

  He cocked the gun and slowly looked through the peephole, giving a sigh of relief and putting the gun on a nearby table before opening the door.

  “Jesus Saul why did you have to knock like that, nearly gave me a fucking heart attack.”

  “You’re about to give me a heart attack if you don’t put some damn pants on. Now get dressed and come on we have to go. Now. Spent damn near 3 hours looking all over for you, I should have come here first.”

  “Why, what’s wrong?”

  “They’re here Sven, there’s damn near 300 of them. The Empire State Rollers are here, they’re waiting and goddamn are they pissed off. Never seen anything like it, now come on we have to go. Now.”

  I peaked out over the couch as I put my clothes on, catching the eyes of Saul as he quickly looked away so he wouldn’t see me naked.

  “Jesus, okay you’re both naked in there, sorry for interrupting but we really have to go.”

  “I’m coming with you” I called out as I pulled on my clothes and rushed towards the door.”

  “No Emma, you have to stay here it’s the only place for you that’s safe. I’ll sort this out.”

  “No Sven, I can make sure nobody gets hurt. I can explain to Clay what happened and I can take the blame for John’s death.”

  He turned to Saul “can you give us one moment” he said partially closing the door.

  “Em, I’m not going to let them hurt you.”

  “And I’m not going to let them kill the men you call your brothers. Those men are your family and we look out for our family, if I give myself up I can protect them, my family, this town, and most importantly you. I won’t let them take you away from me for killing John, you said so yourself he’s the only man you’ve never regretted killing and there’s a reason for that. I’m not going to let you go off and die for me, I know they’ll kill you once they find out that you did it.”

  “And they’ll kill you if you give yourself up to them, I’m sorry Emma but I’m not going to let it happen!”

  He walked into the living room and started pulling his clothes back on. I opened the door and looked in Saul’s eyes. “Saul I know you heard me, let me give myself up to them I can save anything bad from happening.”

  Saul didn’t reply, he simply turned away and looked down at the ground.

  “Saul please, talk some sense into Sven I can end all of this” I pleaded.

  “Emma I’m with Sven, even if he killed John for you we’re not gonna give you up to those bastards. It just wouldn’t be right. We’re gonna talk
things out with the Empire MC, what happens…”

  “What’s not right is you letting innocent people die over me!” I cried out as Sven walked back over to me and pulled me in for a hug, burying my face into his chest.

  “I’m going to make this right” he said stroking my hair as I began to cry. “One way or another I’ll make it right.”

  “They’re going to take you away from me, they’re going to kill you to make it right. Let me go instead Sven please, I don’t care if you do kill for the Freedom Riders you have far more to live for than I do. You’ve given me the happiest days of my life and the only peace that I’ve experience since I was a kid. I’m willing to give myself up for you.”

  “And I’d much rather them give me up to the Empire State Rollers than to live the rest of my life knowing that you sacrificed yourself because of the decision I made. I pulled the trigger, it was my choice and now I have to live with the consequences. I’ve spent my whole life putting men in the ground and now if my time has come then my time has come.”

  He kissed me deeply, tears streamed down my cheeks. He told me everything would be ok and now he’s come to terms with them giving him up? Just like that? This can’t be happening, I love him too much to see him leave, I knew it would be hard if I gave myself up for him but it was something I thought I could come to peace with. I didn’t think I would be able to handle this.

  “You’re not going to do anything to stop this?” I asked as I turned to Saul.

  “There’s no guarantee that we give up Sven, god knows I don’t want us to. We have some bargaining chips but with how angry Clay is all we can do is wait and see.”

  “We’ll just have to see what happens” Sven said letting go of me and walking down the steps of my house.

  I chased after him all the way to his bike as he got on and started it up.

  “Sven please, please don’t give yourself up, even if there’s no other way you can’t give yourself up. Tell them where I am and let them take me instead.”

  He looked at me with the blue tinted gaze I had fallen in love with.

  “No matter what happens, you know I love you” he said before leaning in and kissing me. I ran my hand down his face but before I knew it he hit the throttle and pulled away, leaving me a crying wreck in front of my house.

  I watched him speed off, if Clay drove all the way up here with hundreds of men there was no way they were going to be able to bargain with him for anything less than me or the man who killed his brother. I wasn’t going to let them kill Sven, for the first time in my life I was going to do something that wasn’t selfish. I never would be able to live with knowing that Sven died just to protect me, I had to stop this before I went too far.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  (Sven)

  Saul wasn’t kidding when he said you’ve never seen anything like it.

  The Empire State Rollers had found us, more than that they had completely surrounded the apartment building where we were held up.

  There were hundreds of them. Hundreds of bikers that stretched through almost every street, leaving only a few lanes of roads open to allow bewildered townspeople to pass through.

  The worst part was how they were all completely silent, hundreds of men and yet it was so silent you could hear the man next to you breathing. The only thing separating us from them was a single empty street between us

  “You see that?” Walsh said as he walked up behind me and put his arm around me. “That’s about 300, mayyyyyybe 350 men who just drove 7 hours on a moment’s notice all just to fuck us… and you’re responsible. Couldn’t just keep it in your pants huh?”

  “Fuck off Walsh” I said pushing him away from me. “Barron already told me about how they’ve been taking our crystal from us, once they found out that we were killing off their cooks it would have only been a matter of time before they rolled into Boston and fucked us anyway. Need I remind you that you were the one that sent us up here to kill those cooks?”

  Walsh scowled, he was always trying to pin me on something. I never fucking did anything to him and yet he’s always hated me, the past couple years I wised up and had enough of kissing his ass. It was starting to piss him off even more now that I talked back to him.

  “Well in the end they’re really here for you, you Swedish fuck. We give you to them and maybe they let us all walk.”

  “And what happens when they kill me and then decide they don’t want to share the same meth producers as you? What happens then huh?”

  He turned away from me completely silent, he knew I was right but I knew that he would love to use this as an excuse to finally get rid of me. Unfortunately every brother in the MC would agree with him right about now, even if I didn’t have the fight earlier we were all staring at enough men to kill us 6 times over. I’m sure some of our guys were thinking about abandoning the MC right now if it meant they could walk away with their lives. Can’t say I don’t blame em, you join to be able to do what you want, fight who you want, smoke what you want, and fuck who you want. You don’t join with the intention of dying from one of the most ruthless gangs from New York hours away from Boston in some small town.

  “They won’t have to run” I said to myself. “I’ll give myself up if I have to, I’m not living with the deaths of my brothers and innocent people. I’ve walked around with too much weight on my shoulders for too long.”

  I thought about Emma, how much I wanted to be with her. How fast I had fallen in love with her and the real connection I felt, maybe if I was a different man we could have been together. Maybe if I could have found a way to wash these blood soaked hands clean we could have had a life together. She was the best thing to walk into my life and now I had to leave her behind, my only solace was knowing I put that sadistic fuck of a stepdad in the ground and made sure that she would never be hurt again.

  I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning to see Barron and Saul standing next to me.

  “No matter what happens, you’ll always be our brother” Barron said.

  I chuckled “sounds like you’re expecting me to go somewhere.”

  “You know me, always preparing for the worst.”

  I saw him look over me and the smile disappeared from his face. I turned my head to see what he was looking at only to see Walsh staring us down before disappearing back into the crowd of men.

  “I’ll never understand that man…” I said to them.

  “Sven… god Walsh would kill me if he knew I brought this up. There’s something you really need to know, about the brotherhood.”

  I turned back to them confused “know what about the brotherhood? Is something wrong.”

  “Barron now’s not the time” Saul said.

  “If it isn’t now then when will he find out? We have no idea what’s going to happen here.”

  “Find out about what?” I asked confused.

  Barron looked at me dead in the eye “there’s a reason why Walsh acts the way it does, there’s a lot about this MC that you don’t know and it involves-”

  Suddenly the sounds of hundreds of engines revving rang out, it was so loud it was practically deafening. The ground shook below us as men all around me grabbed their ears in pain, some of them even fell to their knees.

  I looked behind me as I covered my ears to see that Barron and Saul had been absorbed into the crowd around us, we were cut off from each other, not like I could hear what they were trying to tell me in this noise anyway.

  I looked out over the crowd to the Empire MC and saw a single man walking through the horde of motorcycles that stood before us. He walked slow, like he had nowhere else to be, like he knew exactly what he wanted and had the manpower to take it by force if he had to take it. I could tell just by looking at him that he was John’s brother, Clay.

  He had long grey hair draped down to his shoulders but was also clearly balding. He wore nothing but an old tank top and a pair of worn out jeans. I had no idea the guy was this old. The saying goes you should always fear an old
man in a profession where men normally die young. He was probably a crazy son of a bitch, God knows how long he’s been around.

  He was wearing headphones to protect his ears, he was smiling as he watched all of us practically shitting ourselves at the sheer noise his club was making.

  He raised his right arm and the revving ceased as quickly as it had started, echoing out for a few seconds before leaving behind nothing but the sound of our men groaning and cursing from their ears ringing.

  He slowly lifted his hands up to his ears, removing the hearing protection and draping it around the back of his neck.

  Another man appeared from the crowd holding a megaphone, handing it to Clay before returning back to the horde of bikers behind them.

  Clay flipped the megaphone on, looking at us with a smile for a few seconds before bringing it to his lips.

  “Now y’all exactly, why I’m here.”

  I was taken aback, even through the static of the megaphone you could tell that he had a Boston accent. Wonder why a guy like him never tried to join us, guess it worked out for him in the end if he was running a club this big out of New York.

  “I have it, on very good authority” he continued. “That my brother, was ruthlessly gunned down by a couple of faggots who shouldn’t have been here in the first place… I’m not even gonna get into all the issues involved with you all being in this town, and I’m definitely not gonna bring up how you’ve affected what we’ve been doing down in New York. That’s a different discussion for a different time in the very very near future.”

  He took the megaphone away from his mouth to cough, it was the kind of cough you expected from an old man, the kind where it sounded like he could keel over at any second. I wasn’t banking on him dying then and there though. Even though he looked much better than people his age all the stress of running this club, not to mention his brother dying, clearly got to him.