MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2: (Motorcycle Club Romance Novel)

by Bink Cummings

  “Tits now!” he practically yells.

  My eyes widen at his brashness, and my hands go to my nipples. Screw the withering.

  Big lifts my hips from his, and I help, using my shaky legs for support. One of his hands release my hip, and he grabs a hold of his throbbing cock. Positioning it beneath me, he slaps it to my wet pussy. The loud noise echoes, and Pretzel barks from inside the bathroom, where Big has locked him.

  Swirling his meaty head to my sex, Big stops, and places his dick to my hole. I tremble with anticipation above him.

  “Nipples,” he demands, and I begin rolling them between my fingers, instantly feeling the delicious sizzle transfer to my pussy.

  “That’s my girl,” he praises and releases his cock, leaving it at the opening of my sex. Both of his hands go back to my hips, and he presses me down, slowly, tortuously, my pussy expands around his massive dick. Inch by agonizing inch, he guides me down his iron rod, stretching my pussy to it fit his thick meat.

  Shiiittt, this hurts so good.

  I moan loudly, dropping my chin to my chest, my eyes intently watching Big, as he sheathes himself inside. His eyes flutter from the intensity, and he too groans. His forearms and biceps tighten. The corded muscles of his neck bulge, as he tries to remain in control.

  Big stops just before he’s seated fully inside, glances up locking eyes with mine, and he smiles. It’s one of those heart-stopping smiles that makes you instantly warm inside and out. I take in this moment to really understand the importance of this for us. But I don’t get long to relish in the beautiful vortex of Big because he says “I love you,” just as he forcefully thrusts upward, completely filling me and roaring out in pleasure, throwing his head back into the pillow.

  I follow his sounds with ones of my own, as I headily moan, feeling fuller than I’ve felt in my entire life. My eyes briefly close, my pussy pulsing around his member, adjusting. I shiver when a roll of delicious goose bumps travel down my spine, making my girl bits and toes tingle.

  “Fuck,” he breathes, his taut body quaking below me.

  Big’s hands fall to the wayside, and he takes in a deep breath. “I’m gonna come, don’t fuckin’ move.”

  I don’t move, but my pussy does. She clamps hard around the beautiful member inside, forcing Big to growl for me to stop.

  “I don’t care if you do,” I sweetly reassure.

  Big’s eyes snap up to look at my face like I’ve lost my damn mind. Then he quickly thrashes his head backward into the pillow. Closing his eyes again, he fists his hands at his sides, turning his knuckles white. I release my nipples and touch his chest with my palm for support.

  “No, don’t,” he weakly demands.

  The cock in my pussy jerks.

  “Please,” he begs.

  I remove my hands and remain still. “Big, talk to me,” I press.

  “I can’t,” he shakes his head, sighing in defeat.

  His dick jumps again, and Big makes a strangled noise in his throat, like he’s about to come but trying desperately not to.

  “If you touch me, I’m gonna nut in that perfect pussy. If I look at that body, I’m gonna nut in that perfect pussy. If I see my baby in your belly or think ‘bout it, I’m gonna blow a truckload of my jizz into your perfect pussy. If you talk to me, I’m gonna lose it, and I’m gonna come. I can’t fuckin’ come, Sugar Tits.”

  Um… okay then.

  He’s not done. “It’s been months since I’ve been inside you, and this is the best moment of my fuckin’ life. I can’t let it end just because I’m like a damn fifteen-year-old all over again and can’t keep my dick from exploding. Just give me a moment, please. And don’t fuckin’ move.”

  My heart squeezes at this moment; it’s sweet, adorable, and kind of funny. I give him a minute to control himself. I remain perfectly still, aside from my pussy, which has a mind of her own.

  Minutes pass and Big expels a whoosh of air in relief, and his taut body goes lax. Unclenching his hands, he rubs his palms on my thighs that are astride him.

  “I’m okay now,” he quietly mutters. “Are you?”

  I nod a loving grin and place my hands on his chest. Smoothing my hands over his pecs and down his ribs, my finger grazes the quote we were previously discussing.

  “You were sitting with two kids on a couch in the cancer ward,” he starts, and his hands move from rubbing my thighs to my belly. He caresses in gentle circles, and his face turns from happy to unbelievably gorgeous. His eyes become heavy, and he lazily smiles, watching his fingers move along my tightly stretched skin.

  I take it back; this is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen him. He’s soft, happy, and gorgeous as ever. I commit this moment to memory, place it in a box, tie it with a big red bow, and tuck it away to savor later.

  He contently sighs, “I watched you read them Alice in Wonderland, and when a little girl spoke to you about the book and what that meant, you told her that you can only move forward in life, and that you’re forever changing. Who you were a year ago would never be the same person you would become. It kind of stuck with me, that day, that quote, and how it pertains to the feelings I have for you.”

  My hand draws over the curvy lettering, committing it to memory. I suddenly feel myself become shy. I can’t believe he remembered that day and got a tattoo to represent it.

  “How,” I croak a whisper, and clear my throat. “How does that relate to your feelings?” I ask, my eyes concentrating on his rigid abs.

  Big’s finger tips my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes, and his hand returns to my belly. My stomach does a flip at our closeness.

  “Because most people could never understand how I could have helped raise you and feel the way I do. I did what I had to do when you were a kid, just for you. Steel was gone, and Lindy Sue wanted no part of you. Gunz and I and the other brothers couldn’t let you fall to the wayside; you’re family. So I took on the responsibility with open arms. Gunz always looked at you as a daughter. And when it came to the more parental things to handle, he did, if nobody else would.”

  I nod, feeling my throat close with emotion. This isn’t the best place to be talking about this, you know, with Big’s hardened member resting inside me. But I’ll take it; if he wants to talk, I’ll listen. Even if it raises emotions I never thought I’d have to endure -- deep, heartfelt emotions that make it hard to breathe as they weigh on my chest, consuming my heart.

  “Gunz took care of the female things you needed a talkin’ to about, or he had the club whores, or old ladies do it.”

  I nod again because he’s right. Gunz was the one who talked to me about my period and growing boobs after we bought my bras. He even talked to me about boys. Big’s only talk about boys was when he told me they were bad, and I should never touch one or he’d murder them. Gunz was a helluva lot more lax about it than that. It took me a long time to lose my virginity because of Big’s serious threats, but once I did, I kinda became a slut. And that’s nothing to brag about.

  “Listen, Sugar Tits, I know this ain’t the time to be talkin’ about this shit. But you asked, so I’m gonna tell ya. I didn’t think I’d meet any female in my life that I could ever consider takin’ as an old lady. Not after the shit that went down with my mom when I was a kid and the way my pops treated women. I worried I’d be just like him, and I don’t trust easily.”

  I could see Big worrying about that. From what I hear, Boss Man was more than an asshole to women. He even hit them if he saw fit. I’m glad I never met him.

  I don’t say a word and let Big continue, my eyes locked on his. “Fuckin’s one thing. Lovin’s different. You grew up, and my love for you as a child changed. I no longer had to play the friendly father-like figure, alongside Gunz, your pops, and the other brothers. I could be a friend. So I adjusted to that. Then you got older, and went from bein’ cute to beautiful to sexy. My feelings grew as you did. Just like the quote, I couldn’t go back to yesterday because I’m not the same person. And I’m not. You made m
e a better person. I learned what lovin’ someone completely feels like. Whether that sounds fuckin’ sick or not, it’s true.”

  “When did you know?” I whisper, interrupting him.

  “That I was in love with you?”

  “Yeah,” I shyly nod.

  “In love?” he stops, and his eyes shift to the side, as he falls deep in thought.

  They return to my eyes, “I’d say when you left for college, and I stopped seein’ ya as much. It hurt like hell, and then I realized why. I mean, there were boyfriends and shit before that, which pissed me off. But I didn’t know what the fuck that meant. Just because I’m a grown ass man don’t mean I know a damn thing about feelings. I’m a guy. A guy who refused to let anyone get close to him.”

  My mouth goes dry, and my heart sputters. I take in a deep breath and hold it to control my own emotions. This is heavy. “Then why did you wanna claim me before you knew you loved me that way?” I think it’s a logical question.

  He thrusts, and his cock slides out of my pussy just slightly and back in. My fingers curl into fists, and I drop my chin again, reveling in the delicious sensation as my lips expel a pleasured groan.

  “That’s why,” he claims, with his no nonsense tone. “I knew from you growin’ up on the compound and in the clubhouse that you’d make a perfect old lady. That, and you made my dick hard. So I knew it would be a win-win for everyone.”

  I glance up and draw in my brows, scowling at him. “You wanted me because I made your dick hard?!” My right hand takes on a mind of its own, as it smacks him hard on the stomach, and he devilishly grins. Asshole.

  “What?” Still grinning, he chuckles. “What do you want me to do? Lie to ya? I’m bein’ honest here. Listen, Sugar Tits, you got hot when you were like fourteen. I took notice when the assholes in the club started takin’ notice and droolin’ over ya. Which had me and Gunz crackin’ some heads because of that shit.”

  My mouth drops open. Big’s grin grows wider, and his eyes mischievously dance. “When’d you know you wanted me in your bed?” He turns the tables, and I close my mouth to sneer at him, curling my lips over my teeth.

  “I never knew that,” I clip, lying right through my damn teeth.

  He shakes his head, amused, “Yeah, ya did.” He bucks his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me to fortify his argument.

  Accidently, I moan in pleasure when the head of his dick brushes my sensitive g-spot. I lift up on my legs to slide his dick almost all the way out of me and drop back down to fill myself with the most amazing cock ever, and get this fuckin’ started. I need to come, like now.

  As I begin to descend, Big grabs my hips holding me up, refusing to let me be filled.

  Irritated, I whine, “Bigggg.”

  That sexy single dimple grin turns into an ear-to-ear triumphant smile. I really turn up my scowl this time, roll my frustrated eyes, and toss my hands across my chest, refusing to look at him.

  “Yeah, Sugar Tits?” his amused voice asks.

  I try to lift my leg to get off him, but his hands tighten on my hips. “Ah-ah-ah, you’re not goin’ anywhere. We’re gonna finish what we started after you tell me what I wanna know,” he teases.

  He can fuck off. I ain’t tellin’ him shit.

  I tuck my arms tighter across my boobs, and feel his body start to bounce. I glance down to see him silently laughing. This makes my blood boil.

  “Listen, asshole,” I snap, and glare, ready to kick his ass from here to kingdom come.

  He keeps laughing, “Yeah, Sugar Tits?”

  Argh! How is he laughing at me? This is terrible! He is teasing me and laughing at me. This isn’t funny. What a jerk!

  “Why are you laughing at me?!” I can’t help it; I blow up.

  “Because you’re mad I won’t fuck you. And you won’t tell me when you knew you were attracted to me. I thought I was bein’ nice by not askin’ you when you fell in love with me, but you’re still pissed,” he explains, a smile in his voice.

  “I am not in love with you!” I screech and try again to get off him.

  He holds on tighter, his fingers possessively digging into my hips. He keeps laughing, “Yeah, you are.”

  Okay, yeah I am, but I’m not gonna admit that to him.

  Thrusting his hips just slightly, he fills my pussy halfway, and I throw my head back, relishing in the feeling. Goddamn he’s masterful. He slides back out, and I huff in agitation.

  “Tell me,” he orders deeply.

  “No, fuck you,” I clip, through clenched teeth.

  He does. Big grabs my hips and buries his cock deep inside my pussy. Curling myself forward, I belt out a wild moan and let loose on top of him. My hands go to his chest for support, and his hands reach around to grab handfuls of my plush ass. I ride him, hard and fast. My pussy squeezes around his member with each pass of his cock slamming into my pussy. Sliding back out, the head of his cock drags across my g-spot, and I cry out. Again, Big manically bucks upward, driving his cock deeper, flooding my body and soul with pure erotic exhilaration.

  Fuck!

  My body quivers, as I impale myself on his cock. “Uh!” I cry out. My toes curl in the bed sheets.

  “That’s it, Sugar Tits, ride me,” he growls deep in his chest, using his hands to force my pussy up and down his iron rod.

  Soon I feel that sizzle burning through my veins, as my climax nears. I cry out with each hot thrust, as it takes me deeper and deeper into the sated plateau. My clit thrums as it sweeps across Big. I dig my nails into his chest.

  He grunts, “Harder,” through heavy panted breaths.

  I ride him harder, and then I feel it, the perfection drawing me under. “Oh God, Big…” I wail thrashing my head back and biting my nails deeper into his fleshy pecs. His thick fingers squeeze my cheeks even harder. I bit my lip. I’m gonna…

  Then Big stops and holds his cock deep inside.

  No!

  I take in a gulp of air, as I dangle on the precipice. I glance up with my heavy lidded eyes, unable to focus, as my heart hammers excitedly in my chest and sweat drips down the sides of my forehead.

  “Now fuckin’ tell me,” he demands huskily, his fiery eyes blazing into mine.

  I shake my head, refusing to give up the goods. He jerks his cock inside me. I sputter for air, and my body quakes, inching me closer.

  “Fuckin’ tell me. Now!” he fiercely orders, as his eyes drop to my lips. He raises up in bed, wrapping his arms around me. One hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my back, he threads his fingers in the back of my mussed hair. My nipples brush his chest, and I whimper a hoarse moan. I curl my legs around his ass, melding us as one.

  “Tell me,” he breathes to my mouth, then sensuously laves my bottom lip.

  I shudder in his warm embrace. A wave of goose bumps suddenly flare across my entire body.

  Fuck, he’s amazing.

  Fisting his hand in my hair, he tilts my head back and molds his lips over mine, kissing me. I kiss him back, and my arms go around him, holding him tighter than anyone I’ve ever held before. My heart thumps with an abundance of love in my chest. I can feel his heart pounding too, as his chest grazes mine. Our tongues intertwine, and I deepen the kiss. Grabbing the back of his head, we devour each other’s mouths. His hips begin shallow thrusts. I moan into his mouth.

  Dear God.

  He retracts his tongue, and we both catch our breath, our mouths brushing one another’s.

  “Now, tell me,” he coaxes, with deep emotion behind every word. It cracks my defenses right open, and I let it all out.

  “I thought you were gorgeous since I was sixteen,” I whisper-moan to his lips. “And I’ve wanted to f-u-c-k you since I was nineteen.”

  Big expels a deep breath that he was holding, runs his hand between my cheeks, and presses a finger to my asshole. I freeze, and my breath sputters from the foreign feeling. It’s been so long.

  “Is this okay?” he murmurs to my mouth.

  I weakly nod, and his
finger pushes forward, breaching my ring. It deliciously burns as he slides inside. My asshole squeezes his finger.

  “I’m gonna make you scream my name now,” he affirms.

  A shiver of erotic delight rolls through me. I groan my need.

  Big’s finger curls inside just as he propels his hips forward, and I whimper into his mouth. He takes this as an invitation and devours my lips once more. Delving his thick probing tongue inside, his hips begin to undulate and thrust harder and faster into my pussy. I help by bouncing my own hips to his thrusts.

  Each thrust becomes fiercer, as he too groans into my mouth. Both of us are panting together. Sweat clings to our naked bodies, and I hold on tight as he brings me closer and closer to heaven.

  “I’m gonna come, Sugar Tits,” he hotly grunts, just as his finger presses deeper into my ass, and I cry my wanton need against his mouth. “Come for me,” he harshly growls.

  Big propels his hips once more, and my body responds. I wail out his name, and my head drops forward into the crook of his neck, as I am catapulted over the edge. Waves of ecstasy crash through me as my body shudders uncontrollably. He holds on tight, allowing me to ride the insurmountable waves.

  Coming down from my high, I try to catch my breath when suddenly Big’s teeth sink into my neck, and he follows me over. Filling my pussy with pulse after pulse of his come, he lightly thrusts his hips forward as each jet is released.

  He unlatches his teeth from my neck with a satisfied groan, and laves his tongue over the bite marks. “Fuck, those are gonna bruise,” he sorrowfully states, upset with himself.

  I hug him tighter. “It’s okay,” I try to reassure him. I definitely don’t have a care in the world at this moment, and a minor bruise on my neck is nothing.

  “You’re fuckin’ great in the sack.” I can hear the smile in his voice. Then he says, “Sorry about this,” as he extracts his finger from my ass.

  I whimper at the loss. I’ve forgotten how much I love anal play; that made my orgasm way better.