DAMON: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel

by Meg Jackson

  It was just me and the bike and Reign and the whole world of evening spread out like a feast before us. A feast made of miles and mountains and air flavored with sweet desert flowers. Even the battery ram of noise in my ears was a part of it. And the feeling between my legs…

  Well, let’s just say, I’d never used a vibrator but I could definitely see the appeal once I felt that thrumming between my thighs. My body shook slightly with the bike as my knees clenched harder around Reign’s waist.

  The sensation was half-painful, actually, or at least so intense that it blurred the line between pleasure and pain. I felt my hips moving slightly, gyrating against the saddle, as my cheeks flushed from the feeling. And it was so naughty, feeling myself grow aroused from the sensation, out there on the open road. I thought about what it would be like to be naked just then, nothing in between me and the vibrations, my hands exploring Reign’s muscled chest from behind…

  “Need a little break?” I heard Reign shout, and I realized just how hard I was gripping him. I was holding him like a toddler afraid to get into the pool.

  “M…maybe,” I shouted back, slightly embarrassed. We couldn’t have been riding more than ten minutes, but I really was getting quite overwhelmed. I wanted a few minutes to cool down, in more ways than one. Of course, I should have known that cooling down was not in the cards for me that night.

  Reign angled the bike off the road, and I experienced a few painful shocks to the tailbone as he slowed down, the bike bouncing slightly on the uneven ground. My body still tingled with excitement as he turned off the engine and removed his helmet. It was a moment still before I gathered the courage to unfurl my arms from around his waist and plant my feet back on the ground.

  As I dismounted, the world seemed to shift and sway around me, a feeling I could remember vaguely from horseback riding as a young girl. My legs were wobbly and a subtle ache in my thighs mingled with a throbbing sensation in my pussy. A sensation that was far from unpleasant. As I pulled my own helmet off, shaking my long black hair out, I noticed the stars above us were spread out like thousands of twinkling Christmas lights. The nearly-full moon illuminated the dunes and distant shapes. I leaned against the bike and sighed deeply. Reign came to my side.

  “So, what did you think of your first ride?” he said with a grin that told me he already knew my answer. I returned it with a grin of my own, wondering if he could see the fierce blush on my cheeks.

  “It was…well, it was something, Reign,” I admitted. “I mean…you were right….it’s like…it’s not like anything else on earth!”

  “Well, some things are similar,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. The lower octave felt like a feather tickling my ear. I knew that voice already. I’d only known this guy a day, but that voice told me that I was going to get to know him even better by the time the next day dawned.

  And judging by the way my body responded to his proximity, the fluttering feeling in my stomach, the tingling in my pussy, I knew that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to me – my body wasn’t going to give me much of a choice.

  “Oh yeah? Like what?” I asked, trying to sound innocent. His eyes met mine, his smile gleaming in the moonlight, a half-grin that made my heart race. I felt his fingers gently reach out and brush against mine. The slightest contact was enough to make my breathing speed up.

  “Well, I’ve always been partial to watching beautiful women enjoy themselves,” he said, his fingers now tip-toeing across my back, then coming to rest on my waist, his arm pulling me closer to him. “That’s pretty damn close, for me.”

  He’d pulled me all the way into him, our bodies pressed together under the night sky, his eyes boring into mine. My face was lifted up to his, my lids half-closed, hypnotized by his voice, his words, his eyes. My body was overheating, a fire that threatened to engulf me.

  “Yeah?” was all I could manage to say, and I could barely even whisper it. But we didn’t need words anymore; Reign leaned down, his lips meeting mine softly, sweetly, my tongue slipping into his mouth and meeting his in a gentle swirl.

  My eyes closed entirely as his hand around me pressed harder, as though we could melt into each other. And I did feel like I was melting as he kissed me; first gentle, then pressing harder and harder until we were on the brink of tearing into each other, our tongues dancing in a frenzy. I wanted to drink him, to feel him entering me everywhere, the smell of him in my nostrils an aphrodisiac of the highest order.

  He broke away from my mouth, eliciting a groan from me, and began to kiss along my jawline and down my neck, his hands running up and down my sides and causing my stomach to flip over and over again. His breathe against my neck was warm and welcome, and his lips, though cracked, where like fiery brands against my flesh, marking me as his.

  His hands settled on the bottom of my shirt and began to yank it upwards; instinctively, I tried to stop him, still embarrassed about my figure even though he’d already seen all of me – and approved of it heartily. He easily thwarted my attempts to remain clothed and my shirt soon lay on the sand, quickly joined by my bra.

  My breasts tingled, felt heavy, as the cold night air blew across them. Moving in front of me and pulling me towards him, Reign pushed his knee between my thighs, parting them slightly as his lips continued to explore my neck, moving from one ear to the other in a torturously slow crescendo of power.

  My nipples, now erect, pressed against the leather of his jacket, the sensation strangely satisfying. He pushed his knee upwards and I gasped as I felt it hit my now-wet pussy, causing my hips to automatically roll forwards, my clit pressed against the crease in my jeans as I pressed myself against his knee. My hands fell to the belt loops on his jeans, pulling him further toward me, my slit begging for him as he teased my clit, rubbing his knee slowly back and forth between my legs.

  I felt him pushing me back farther against the bike, until I was almost pinned between him and the seat. I worried about the bike toppling over from our weight, but had no room in my fevered brain to worry about it for too long. I was too distracted as Reign’s lips moved steadily downward, towards my large, full breasts, which begged for attention.

  His tongue gently traced a path down my collarbone before he glanced up at me, his eyes deep and sexy, and let his tongue flick over my hard nipple. I moaned and clutched his head as my body gave in to the sensation, his mouth teasing my nipples one at a time, first flicking one then the other, sucking and nibbling on the tender buds until I thought I would die from the sensation. My pussy was fully awake now and dripping, my hunger for him growing with each passing second as he pressed his knee against my sex, making my hips move on their own against him.

  Finally, he lifted his head and moved away from me slightly, leaving me dizzy and panting. I tried to pull him towards me once more, the weight of his body against mine the only thing in the world that I wanted. But he resisted, his fingers now finding the button of my jeans and popping it open, his hand slipping down my pants so quickly I couldn’t protest; with no panties between me and my jeans, he easily found my swollen clit, and I cried out as he rubbed it, the slickness from my slit a perfect lubricant.

  “Oh, fuck, Reign,” I moaned as his hand turned, his thumb now coming to my clit while his fingers found my pussy and pressed into it slowly, making my thighs clench in pleasure, the sensation only a tease compared to what I knew his cock could do to me. I closed my eyes and leaned backwards against the bike as his thumb made slow circles around my clit, which jumped and throbbed with each swirl, my heart pounding away as my body flushed with warmth. His fingers gently probed my slit, pressing against my pussy walls, as though seeking something.

  When I opened my eyes again, barely able to focus on anything but the pleasure building inside me, his was staring at me with intent, his look only driving me to new heights, his gaze soft and intimate but demanding at the same time. His fingers curled inside me and I cried out once more as a brand-new sensation plunged through me, sparking up and dow
n my spine.

  His thumb sped up its attentions to my clit, now circling it and then flicking upwards over it as his fingers pulsed inside me. I felt a constricting feeling in my chest, a pressure in my tummy, as he leaned forward once more and covered my lips with his, my tongue now desperate for his as the sensation inside me rose and rose.

  His fingers pressed harder and harder into me, my pussy flowing with juices as he rolled his thumb over my clit, my ears ringing and heart pounding as the pressure built and built inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore, I thought I was going to break in half from need. Pulling away from the kiss, I could only squirm and squeal underneath him as he pressed his body against mine, his fingers never stopping.

  “Fuck, Reign, I’m c-c…I’m comminggggg,” I moaned as the wave broke inside me, his fingers pressing once more against that place inside me, my clit suddenly seeming to vibrate with delicious release as my muscles tore apart in pleasure, my pussy dripping and clenching around his fingers as he held them deep inside me, feeling me come for him, my body bucking and hips rolling, legs threatening to buckle. He covered my mouth with his once more and he nipped at my lower lip as I began to come down, the slightest pain only adding to my reverberating pleasure.

  “Just like that,” he whispered, pulling his now-dripping fingers from my pussy and touching them to my lips; thoughtlessly, mindless but for pleasure, I wrapped my tongue around them, tasting my own juices from his fingers, intoxicated by the sensations that were now fading away slowly, leaving only more hunger in their place.

  I wasn’t going to be happy with just his fingers. Not that night. I clutched him to me once more, then pulled at his leather jacket, undressing him savagely, like a wild animal, until he stood before me, shirtless, his muscles clearly outlined in the moonlight.

  He just looked so delicious….I leaned forward, letting my mouth find his chest, gently tasting his flesh, the slight sharpness of sweat against my tongue. My hand fell to his jeans, and I could feel his hardness against his zipper, his manhood straining against the fabric. I rubbed it gently, the mere thought of it making my body alight once more with desire.

  “You don’t have to repay the favour,” he said, looking down on me with a hint of a smile as my mouth moved downwards, following the tight line of his abs.

  “But I want to,” I said, looking up at him, dropping to my knees as my mouth continued its downward path. I could feel the heat baking off his body against my flushed face. My hands struggled with his belt, shaking and confused with desire.

  I wanted his cock in my mouth; I wanted to taste him all the way down my throat, to feel his hardness throbbing inside me. I wanted him in a way that I’d never wanted any other man, not even Jeremy in the beginning. It was like I was under some sort of spell, and the only thing that could break it was his cock against my tongue. I finally managed to undo his belt and yanked his pants down, his enormous cock popping out almost violently. My hands braced against his strong thighs as I rethought my plan; he was just so big, I was afraid to try and take him…

  A shiny dot of precum stood out on the swollen head, and I leaned forward, licking it tentatively, tasting him flow down my throat as I circled the rim slowly. My hand held the base as I sucked at the head, preparing myself for more; I let my tongue run up and down the length of the shaft, first the underside and then the sides, feeling him throb in my fist, his hands burying themselves in my hair.

  “Gabriella,” he grunted, his cock growing even harder as I teased it, afraid to try and take it all in. I wrapped my mouth once more around the head and began to slowly inch myself forward, feeling my cheeks puff out as my mouth tried to wrap around his massive girth, my airways already constricted.

  My body began to panic slightly, as though I was being suffocated, and my eyes watered as I slowly moved further down his shaft. His hand in my hair clenched, pulling gently on the strands, a gentle pressure moving me further forward. I felt myself beginning to shake, my nose desperately trying to take in as much air as possible as his cock hit the back of my throat.

  I willed myself not to gag, but it was inevitable as his cock pressed further down my throat. My hand released the base and came to his thighs once more as I tried to keep myself from falling over, my body fighting between desire and panic as he increased his grip on my head and began to thrust his hips gently against my mouth.

  I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe, could barely keep my eyes open as he began to thrust harder against me, my throat massaging his cock as he drove it into me. I could taste more of his pre-cum sliding down my throat as I knelt helplessly before him, the feel of his cock savagely fucking my throat only heightening my arousal.

  But I could only take so much before needing to come up for air, and pushed myself backwards. His hands released their grip and I gasped for air, saliva dripping from his cock as my hand stroked him from base to tip. Moments later, my mouth had found the head once more and I was letting my tongue stroke every inch of it, circling the rim and lapping at the tip as my hand stroked him up and down.

  “Yeah, suck my cock, baby,” Reign moaned, and when I looked up at him I saw nothing but desire in his eyes. Inspired, I took him further in my mouth once more, my head now bobbing up and down on his cock quickly, my tongue rolling across the bottom of his shaft, tickling the sensitive vein there.

  He groaned and pulled my head forward once more, deep throating me again as I clutched his thighs and struggled to breathe, the throbbing warmth of him in my raw throat making me hornier and hornier with each thrust. As though unable to control himself, he was fucking my throat harder than ever, his breathing rapid and shallow. I closed my eyes and let him pulse into me, his grip on my head inescapable.

  And then, suddenly, I was airborne; with a shock of sudden air to my lungs, he pulled himself out of my mouth and reached down, lifting me as though I were a twiggy supermodel and seating me on the saddle of the bike. His hands wrapped around my waist, while mine instinctively clasped around his neck.

  “I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve,” he growled, the words vaguely threatening – but mostly just driving me crazy with desire. I wanted him to fuck me any way he wanted. I wanted to be his sex toy, his pleasure doll, his slave.

  His cock pressed against my dripping slit, and I moaned even before he entered me, my pussy clenching in anticipation. He slowly pressed forward, his cock tearing into me, ripping me in two as I cried out in pleasure.

  Reign lifted me slightly, his hands around my ass, as he entered me all the way, his cock disappearing inside my grateful slit, my hands around his neck digging into his flesh as my lips parted further for him. My legs wrapped around his waist, locking around him and holding him in place deep inside me. He began to thrust his hips into me slowly, his cock diving deeper and deeper.

  I groaned as he sped up, fucking me harder, his cock hitting every tender place inside me, each stroke inspiring shimmering explosions of pleasure inside me.

  “Yes, Reign, yes, fuck me, please, fuck me,” I moaned, barely able to take it as his cock slammed into me, giving my pussy the only thing it wanted, my whole life reduced to a pinprick of ecstasy that grew and grew with each thrust. It was all I wanted, forever, this, his cock in me, filling me entirely, massaging my pussy with its hugeness, driving me closer and closer to the edge…

  A rush of warmth took hold of my veins, and I felt my toes curling tight to my feet, as though struck with paralysis. Reign moved slightly, his knees bending, and I felt his cock slipping into my pussy from a new angle, suddenly falling into place, pressing against something inside me that buzzed and vibrated with pleasure.

  A wave swelled inside me as he slammed his body against mine again and again, hitting that spot inside me over and over, my eyes popping open in delirious wonder as my body seemed to set fire all at once, a need more powerful than anything I’d ever felt rising inside me, a desperate need that only grew with each thrust.

  My mouth opened in a silent cry as he pulled me
closer and slammed into me once more, a snapping sensation in my brain as the wave broke and cooled the fire in my body, a steaming mist of bliss suddenly releasing inside me as I came violently against him. My pussy squeezed around his cock, sucking it further inwards, my legs clenched around him painfully as my muscles contracted, head to toe, the world swimming before my eyes as I came and came for what felt like a thousand years.

  When finally I came back down to earth, I was sitting on the saddle once more, Boon still inside me, now pausing and panting and looking down at me with that cocky smile – he pulsed inside me gently, still rock hard. I couldn’t take it anymore, though, my being totally ripped apart by the pleasure he’d already given me. I wanted to taste him once more, and this time I wanted to taste all of him, every last drop. I pushed him away, his cock popping out of me with a wet slurp. Sliding from the seat and kneeling before him once again, I looked up pleadingly.

  “Will you come in my mouth?” I asked, knowing that it wouldn’t be a hard thing to get him to accept. His hands returned to my hair.

  “Only if you swallow every drop,” he said, his voice dripping with sex. I nodded, all too eager. Who are you, even, I wondered vaguely. When did I become the sort of girl who’d beg to swallow someone’s cum? It didn’t matter; I fucking loved it.

  Taking his cock in my mouth once more, I could taste myself on his shaft, my juices making it glisten in the moonlight. He moaned and pulled my head forward until my nose hit his stomach, his entire length throbbing in my throat once more, already raw from the first time but happily accepting more.

  I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs as he thrust inside me once more, his demanding grip on my hair holding me in place as he fucked my mouth. I could feel his cock straining, and as my hands came to rest on his thighs I felt the muscles there shifting and tensing. I looked up at him, his mouth set in a snarl that somehow managed to make him even sexier.