Dark Limits: Alpha Brotherhood MC

by Evelyn Glass

  She crawled into the bed after him and moved to take him into her mouth, but he pulled her up. “Not tonight,” he rumbled. “Tonight I’m going to marathon fuck you.”

  She flashed hot at the implied meaning. She waited, tingling in anticipation as he rolled the condom over his cock. Finished he rolled over and pushing her onto her back. He moved between her legs, and steered himself into her, slowly sinking in to her depths.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” she murmured as he slid in, then smiled at him, reaching up and pulling his head down to kiss him. He settled on her, his weight pressing her into the bed as his hips began to move. He pulled back from the kiss and she allowed her hands to roam, delighting in ever ridge and valley, every ripple of muscle, as he fucked her slow and easy.

  Her breathing was becoming harder and he again increased the speed and power of his thrusts. Not pounding into her, that would come as she began to peak, but increasing the pressure on her, slowly building her up. He rose off her, smiling at the hardness of her nipples as he twisted to take one into his mouth. He couldn’t hold the position long, but her gasp and sigh signaled she liked it. He pulled out of her and rolled her onto her side before moving behind her, raising her top leg with one hand as he steered himself into her again with the other.

  “Oh, fuck…” she breathed as he began to move within her. He was so big he was going almost as deep from this position as most of her lovers did in some of the deep penetrating ones, and he was softly massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples as he did, something that always got her off.

  “You like my cock inside you?” he whispered into her ear as he began to drive into her harder.

  “Yes…” she breathed

  “Are you going to come?”

  “Yes…”

  He exploded into motion, holding her tight, his arms wrapped around her with his hands cupping her breasts. He fucked her hard for many long moments, her approaching rapture twisting her tight, then tighter still. He began to growl as his grip tightening down even more, his cock pounding into her hard and fast.

  “Fuck!” she cried, drawing the word out in a long wail as her rapture took her, coursing through her like an electric current as she writhed with pleasure. He stilled his pounding hips and panted hard and fast.

  He struggled to catch his breath, holding her tight as she squirmed and moved, the burn in his abs slowly decreasing. She released an explosive breath, the tension pouring out of her like water as she began to pant.

  “Shit,” she gasped, then pulled away from him. He rolled to his back and she swung a leg over him. There was no semen in the condom, so he hadn’t come, which was a good thing to her way of thinking because they had a lot more fucking to do tonight. She steered him into her and slammed her hips onto his, trying to give him a charge, but she didn’t know who it affected more as they both gasped at the hard, swift insertion. She glanced at the bedside clock. It was a few minutes after seven, and the raid could be starting any moment.

  ***

  It was almost eight-thirty when Ironside’s phone began to ring. They were both bathed in sweat with their hair plastered down, their skin glowing as if oiled. He hadn’t come yet and Peyton was determined to make him orgasm at least once before the night was over.

  “Don’t answer it,” she gasped, rocking her hips hard.

  He slapped around until he found his phone, bringing it to his ear. “Ironside!” he barked, his voice strained.

  She couldn’t believe he answered the phone while they were fucking. She was going to break this arrogant prick, and do it right now! She flopped forward onto his chest to free up her hips, and began to pound him into her as hard and fast as she could. She could hear the buzzing of a voice on the phone and she realized if she controlled her breathing she could make out what the voice was saying.

  “The raid just went down. Ten Saracens hit Canfield.”

  “How many?” he snarled, trying to focus, but she fucked the shit out of him.

  “Seven dead. Three got away. None of us got a scratch.” There was a brief pause. “Are you okay?”

  Peyton grimaced. “He’s busy!” she called, her voice tight and strained as another orgasm welled up within her.

  “Is that Peyton?” the voice asked.

  “Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Anything else!”

  “We’ve got some cleanup to do, and the place is a little shot up.”

  He groaned, pushing back as his orgasm tried to overtake him again. He’d held off three near orgasms already, but this one was pressing him hard. He grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to his to kiss her savagely as Dolch’s voice buzzed in his ear.

  He hauled her lips from his so he could speak. “We’ll deal with the bullet holes tomorrow. Do you—Fuck!—do you need help with the clean up?”

  “No. We’re—”

  “I’m coming! You’re making me come!” Peyton cried as her orgasm rolled over her, wanting to make sure whoever was on the phone heard her.

  “Holy shit! Are you fucking her right now?” the voice asked loudly.

  Her pussy clamped down on him like a velvet vice as she slammed her hips frantically into his. “Shit! Fuck! You fucking bitch!” he bellowed, dropping the device, the phone forgotten as his orgasm crashed into him. He grabbed her ass while growling low in his chest, pressing her down as he pounded into her hard and fast, gritting his teeth against the storm of pleasure roaring inside of him.

  She wailed again with his sudden tender violence. His fierce thrusting, the excitement of his brothers listening as they fucked, and the breaking of him, forcing him to come against his will, renewed her orgasm and pushed it on.

  He was unable to hold his voice. Peyton’s wail as he fucked her hard, her hands biting into his arms, the slickness of her body, it all combined to push the pleasure beyond what he could contain, and he roared his completion to the world as he hammered into her.

  They lay panting a moment, their lips locked in a torrid kiss, before he remembered the phone. When he picked it up again he could only hear laughing and clapping. “I’m back,” he panted as Peyton rose and fell has his chest heaved.

  The laughing and clapping continued a moment longer before quieting down. “As I was saying, no, we’re going to take the bodies to Ellison and have them cremated as usual.”

  She rose slightly, bringing her lips closer to the phone. “Ooh, baby, you’re fucking me so good!” she cooed as she began to thrust on him again, enjoying the novelty of fucking in front of an audience.

  The voices on the phone began to laugh again. “You’re obviously busy. We’ve got this, but I knew you’d want to know.”

  “Thanks, Dolch,” he said before ending the call. “You think that shit’s funny?” he growled, placing the phone on the side table again. Truth be told, he did, too, but he didn’t want her to know that.

  “Yeah, I do. What are you going to do about it?” she asked as she smiled.

  He tossed her off of him and forced her to her back. “I’ll show you what I’m going to do,” he snarled as he hooked her legs behind her arms and drove into her again.

  ***

  “Shit! Goddamn! Fuck!” Ironside grunted, fighting to hold off his second orgasm.

  “Don’t you stop! Don’t you fucking stop!” Peyton panted. Ironside lay across her as he fucked her, his weight pushing her into his bed. Her legs were wrapped around his ass and their hands were tangled in each other’s hair, their foreheads pressed together, sneering at each other like two fighters, giving their last in an effort to outlast their equally exhausted opponent.

  “Fuck! I’m going to come,” he gasped. He’d thought he was done after his orgasm, but now, after almost another hour of steady fucking, he was about to come again.

  “You better make me come! You better fucking make me come!” she gasped. Sweat was running off him in rivulets and dripping on her, the linens were soaked and in a wad, and they were making wet slapping sounds as their bodies crashed together, but she’d never been so
well fucked in her life, and she wanted this one, last, orgasm.

  He grunted, lunging into her hard and deep, too tired to hold against his orgasm again. It was a small one, but he knew he was finished.

  His deep grunt and the final hard plunge, knowing she’d made him come twice in one fucking, pushed her over the edge. She shuddered briefly, then sighed, deeply relaxed as he settled into her.

  “Fuck,” he gasped into her neck.

  “I can’t,” she sighed, uttering the two words she never thought she’d say when it came to fucking.

  She looked at the clock, and smiled. They’d fucked, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and easy, but without stopping, for more than three hours. A marathon fuck, indeed, and, yet, he was still hard inside of her. Ironside was a fucking beast in bed. He wasn’t just Ironside, he was also Ironcock. She smiled and closed her eyes, her hand on the back of his neck, holding him close to her, his breath warm on her neck, his cock still inside of her, as she slid into sleep.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Ironside swam up out of the darkness of sleep as light streamed through the bedroom window, his cock achingly hard. Sometime in the middle of the night he’d rolled off her, and now Peyton was lying on her side, her mouth slightly open, just begging him to stick his cock into it. But then he had another idea.

  He rolled to his side and retrieved another condom and the bottle of lube. He gently nudged her until she rolled to her back without waking, and he smiled. He rolled the condom over his cock then added a generous amount of lubrication, smearing it over his member with his hand. Moving carefully, so to not wake her, he positioned himself between her legs, and pressed in.

  She came awake with a groan, the feel of him sliding deep into her pulling her from sleep. He bottomed out, balls deep inside her, as he took her lips. She was still struggling out of the fog of sleep as he began to thrust slowly, but having him wake her with his cock filling her was the single most erotic thing anyone had ever done to her.

  She came alive in his arms, thrusting at him with her hips as she pulled his lips back to hers for another torrid kiss. He began to pound into her hard, his orgasm already close.

  She squeaked, holding him tight, as her climax rippled through her. It wasn’t a particularly hard orgasm, but having it arrive so fast, only moments after he entered her, somehow made it special.

  They’d only been fucking for a few minutes, but he liked how she had already come. Rather than fight his own orgasm, he reached for it, grunting softly as the wave of pleasure rolled over him. He sighed, relaxing into her, then kissed her slowly.

  “God, I needed that,” he whispered as the kiss dissolved.

  She sighed in contentment. She didn’t know it until they’d started, but she needed it to. “I love breakfast in bed,” she breathed before pulling him down and devouring him with a kiss.

  They kissed and snuggled for a time, then he pulled out of her, his cock still hard, and she wondered if he ever went soft.

  “Get your shower,” he said as he rolled off of her. “We need to get you back before Andrew misses you.”

  “Yeah,” she said softly. She didn’t want to go back. She wanted to stay here, go back to sleep, and have him wake her like that again. And again. Then again. Then fuck his brains out so they could sleep and start all over.

  ***

  “There you go, Mr. Lothbrook,” the salesman said, handing the small flip-phone to him. He took it and passed it to Peyton. “Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?”

  “This will do, thank you,” Ironside said as he rose, Peyton rising with him. He smiled to himself as the salesman struggled again not stare at Peyton’s breasts. Not that he could blame him. They were some very nice breasts.

  They stepped outside the store. “Keep that out of site, and leave it off so it can’t ring. If I need you I’ll leave a voicemail.”

  She nodded. She had to go through with this. It was the only way to get Melissa back, but Andrew would kill her if he found out she was helping the Knights.

  “If you call me, I want the first words out of your mouth to be the date. If I don’t hear the date, I’ll know somebody is listening. Use only that phone to call me. When I see it’s that number I’ll answer as, let’s see, Free Spirit Bar, okay?”

  She nodded again then swallowed hard.

  He pulled his money clip from his pants and peeled off bills, paused, peeled off a few more, then pressed the money into her hand. “Here’s $500. Don’t take any more money from them. You need to be squeaky clean, understand?”

  “Okay. And as soon as I find out where Melissa is, you’ll rescue her?”

  Ironside nodded. “You locate her, we’ll get her out. A deal’s a deal.”

  She smiled. “If I hear anything else, I’ll pass it along, as well.”

  “Be careful. If we caught a Saracens mole in the Knights, it wouldn’t go well for her.”

  She nodded. “I need to go.”

  He gave her a quick kiss. “I know. The cab should be here any moment.”

  ***

  “Where the fuck have you been?” Andrew snarled as Peyton walked into the Saracen’s clubhouse.

  She pulled a sheer nighty from her purse she’d purchased on the way for cover. “I bought you something,” she purred.

  “That’s all you fucking do! Shop!”

  “I’m sorry, Stud. I thought you’d like it,” she pouted, throwing everything she had into her performance. “I just want to look good for you.”

  He stormed across the room, grabbed the package from her hand, and threw it violently. “Stop wasting money on shit like that!”

  She cringed, thinking he was going to hit her. “I’m sorry, Stud! I’m sorry! I’ll take it back!”

  He glared at her a moment. “No. Forget it.”

  “What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”

  “No! It’s the fucking Knights!”

  “What about them?”

  “They fucking ambushed us last night! We lost seven, and Hicks and Conner were fucking shot! That’s what’s wrong!”

  “I’m sorry, Stud,” she purred, hiding her smile. Funny how the Saracens where ambushed last night.

  “Who else made it back?” she asked, her heart in her throat.

  “Dillon.”

  She relaxed. The brother who has spilled the secret was dead, and she was safe. “What can I do?”

  “Get me a fucking beer, and let me think,” he growled, turning his back on her.

  She scurried to retrieve his beer, opening it before handing it to him. She lounged against him, listening, hoping to pick up some useful information.

  “How did they know we were coming?” Dix growled.

  “I don’t fucking know,” Andrew growled in return, “unless someone tipped them. Who knew about the raid?”

  “Just those going on it, me and you.”

  “Were there any women around when you were discussing it?”

  “No! We’re smarter than that!”

  Andrew growled and took a pull from the bottle. “Fucking Knights. We’re going to have to deal with them.”

  “What are you going to do, Stud?” she purred.

  “Don’t know. But with them moving back into guns, they’re obviously going to try to push us out. Well fuck that! Two can fucking play that game.”

  She wanted to tell them the Knights didn’t take their guns, but held her tongue. If the two clubs would just talk to each other this could all be avoided, but no, they both had to prove who had the bigger dick.

  Andrew took another pull on his beer, then sat the bottle aside. He looked at her, then smiled, unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. She smiled, the good club girl, and bent to take him into her mouth.

  ***

  “You’re fucking that Saracen’s bitch!” Honey snarled as Ironside stepped into the clubhouse, “and the whole club knows it!”

  “So?” he said calmly. He didn’t have time for this right now.

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p; “So! She’s a fucking mole! A mole sent by Andrew to spy on us, and you’re playing right into her hands!”

  “That’s none of your concern,” he said as he moved past.

  She was so mad she couldn’t think straight. The news of him fucking Peyton while on the phone with Dolch was already all over the clubhouse when she arrived this morning. Dolch obviously delighted in telling the story, describing in graphic detail how he and Peyton were screaming as they fucked while he and his team listened on the other end. Ironside was hers, and no fucking Saracens bitch was going to take him from her.