BULL: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 6)

by Samantha Leal

  “You taste like an animal. Just the way I like it!” My lips moved to the head of his cock, and I began sucking the very tip. Eric moaned in pleasure, with my tongue sweeping over his manhood. I licked his hole, the very tip of it going inside, and then I began shoving it down my throat. I started slowly, taking in one inch at a time, making sure to taste it all. It didn’t take long before only half his length is was still seeing daylight. At the point of gagging, I removed it from my mouth.

  “You’re so big,” I told him.

  “I wasn’t always like this. Before I was bitten, I was average, skinny, and couldn’t grow a beard or much body hair at all to save my life. Afterward though, everything changed. I began gradually growing hair and my body became chiseled. Oh yeah, and my cock grew quite a bit. Not that I mind.”

  “I don’t mind either, but you know, I would love you no matter what size it was…but I’ll take it like this” I told him with a mischievous smile. “In fact I will take it all,” I added, as I did my best to take him full in my mouth. I took it slowly, allowing my jaw to relax and loosen as I gently allowed him to enter more deeply into my throat. Finally pulling my head off of him with a gasp, I caught my breath while Eric stood up. I got on my knees in front of him so that he could regain control and move his hips rhythmically and instinctually as he thrust his cock in and out of my waiting mouth.

  I hadn’t really enjoyed oral sex that much in the past, but with him it was different. Knowing I was safe with him, I loved letting him take over. I loved the feeling of him filling my mouth. As I sucked harder, I could hear Eric moaning. All of a sudden, his beastly juices squirted down my throat, hit my tongue and coated my mouth. As he pulled out, a few last spurts landed in my hair and on my cheek and neck.

  I savoring the salty taste that was inside my mouth. His spunk was powerful and almost sweet, and I loved every drop of it. I swallowed everything he squirted in my mouth, and then rubbed what had escaped me across my face and chest. I gulped down everything, licking my lips. It had never felt so good to be such a dirty girl.

  “I want you inside of me now,” is all I said next. “I want more.” I was really getting into the dirty talk. I liked it. I felt so free with him.

  “Well, I have a lot, so I hope you can take it all,” Eric replied.

  “Oh, you better believe it, I said. I hopped on the bed and got on all fours. “Do me like this,” I almost commanded. “I want my big bear to maul me.”

  Eric was game for the role play and let out a mock roar, mimicking his bear-self as he grabbed me roughly, slapping my ass for good measure. He stood over me, and I felt his fat cock pierce my lips from behind. My walls clenched against it as they stained to take it all. The pleasure radiated from my center immediately. I couldn’t get enough of him. As he thrust his cock into me, I let myself go. I moved along with him, allowing more of him to go into me as I bucked like a wild animal. I didn’t know it was possible to be so filled. I felt him deep inside my belly as I pumped my ass against him in time to his pounding thrusts. Finally I was taking all of him. It almost hurt, but the more I relaxed the more whatever discomfort had been there turned to pleasure. I loved being taken by my bear.

  “Yes, yes baby!” I shouted, feeling my juices coat his cock even more. One orgasm after another was rocking my pussy, and he still wasn’t finished. He went faster, and I felt my insides pounded further by his meat. I was breathless, with my tongue practically hanging out. I think I may have even been drooling a little. I spread myself even more for him as he came inside me, the hot spurts setting off one last wave of pleasure. Finally, I collapsed on the bed, feeling happier and more satisfied, in every sense of the word, than I think I ever had in my life.

  “I love you,” I muttered as I relaxed myself. I couldn’t believe how many times I had cum, or how many times he had, for that matter. And despite the fatigue, despite how much of his essence was still inside me, I still wanted more. I didn’t think we would ever leave the apartment. Now that I had him for real, I wasn’t going to let him go. How was I going to leave him to go to work? Maybe I would be a naughty little girl and have him meet me for lunch and bend me over when no one was looking. Or maybe I could just buy a big dildo, and content myself to just think about how I would have the real thing when I got home.

  As I got the energy to look at him, I noticed that his cock was still erect. “Ready for round three?” I asked. “We’re a bit sticky from so much fun though. How about we move to the shower.”

  Before I knew it, I was in the shower, and Eric had his face buried deep between my thighs. With my back against the wall where I stood, and one leg over his shoulder, I allowed his tongue to explore my opening. This beast was tasting its prey, and it made me wet just thinking about it as his mouth licked at my lips and clit before darting inside me. I cocked my head back as he went deeper inside still, his finger rubbing my clitoris gently. As he suddenly rubbed my asshole with his other hand, I came again, my juices mixing with the shower water that streamed down his wet face.

  When he finally lifted himself up to stand beside me again, I began cleaning him off. I grabbed the shampoo and rubbed it all over his body. He was so hairy he almost warranted a full body shampoo, I laughed to myself. I soaped up his chest, arms, and of course his pubes. Satisfied with my work, and having gotten my fill of rubbing his muscled body yet again, I grabbed the showerhead and sprayed him down. He had needed this kind of TLC for some time. I grabbed some soap and began scrubbing all over his body. I rubbed some soap on my hands and started giving his shaft some extra attention. I stroked slowly, the soap around my hands soon foaming as I built up momentum. I began going faster, and Eric let out another moan. He sounded so cute when he did this, like the cub side of an otherwise powerful bear.

  I began stroking faster, my hands moving like mad. Finally as I let go, a good load shot from him, hitting the shower wall, where the water quickly began to wash it down toward the drain. To be honest, at that point I thought we were through for the day. I mean, how many times had we already done it? But it seemed he still was not fully sated as I felt him lift me in the air and press my back against the shower wall. With his arms wrapped around me I felt his cock, still as erect as ever, enter me, stretching me open again, as my pussy lips split wide to allow him to enter. I screamed his name as his dick slid in and out again. He was carrying my full weight, my knees hooked over his elbows as he easily brought my spread thighs up and down on his rock hard cock.

  “Oh my God!” I shouted. “Oh my God.” I repeated, in an even deeper voice as it felt like he reached new depths. By this time, after such a drilling we were both grunting like beasts. Guttural sounds escaped my lips as he drove himself deeper still inside of me for the final thrusts. I screamed his name one last time as his seed spilled into me again. Finally, he let me down, one leg at a time, and we both stood there panting and smiling as we held each other, the water spilling over our bodies. I was a little unsteady on my feet, and exhausted, but clean. After one last cleaning we finally shut off the water.

  Collapsing on the coach I felt I had reached nirvana. This man had destroyed me, filling me with so much sperm I didn’t know where it all went, and it felt amazing. All the sexual release had left me in a state of total relaxation and inner peace. Eric lay next to me, seemingly at peace as well. The beast had been satisfied. I wrapped my arms around him, declaring, “My teddy bear.”

  “I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he replied. “That was amazing. It feels so good to be with you. And it feels good to make you feel good. You helped me when no one else was there for me. We are going to make this work. I promise.”

  “Yay!” I replied. “So, you are going to be my pet? If so, I need to speak to my landlord about a pet deposit, and to see if I can allow bears in the house.”

  Eric looked at me, laughing. “I’m sure that will work out to your favor. Hey, maybe I can turn into a bear in front of the landlord. Do you think he’d give us a break on the rent?”

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nbsp; “I highly doubt that,” I said. With that, I turned on the TV. There was another news report about the zoo. The public, it seemed, fearing the bear on the loose, was demanding the zoo be held accountable or be shut down until the bear was recaptured.

  “Everyone fears you,” I said. “I find that funny. You’re the kindest, gentlest … and sexiest bear I have ever known. I wish more people could see that. I mean, I want them to see the first two parts…the sexy part can be our secret.”

  He laughed. “They’re never going to find me. This bear plans to stay on the loose.”

  “Speaking of bear, are you going to sleep on the floor when you turn? Should I make you a bed, or put a futon on the floor for you to sleep on? Can futons even handle a bear?”

  He shook his head. “Beats me. I’ll just sleep on the floor. Compared to that shitty cage, it’s like sleeping in a five-star hotel bed.”

  “True,” I replied. “And plus, you’re the perfect security system. I mean, forget a guard dog. Try a guard bear!”

  We laughed, but then Eric sighed. “I still need to figure out what I am going to do. I mean, I need to find work, and see about reclaiming my old life…or at least letting everyone know I am ok. Of course I will have to explain all the hair then,” he laughed.

  “Well, you can stay for as long as you like. But if you want, maybe I could ask about you getting a job at the zoo.”

  “I’d rather not. That place brings back bad memories.”

  “I think there’s a honey factory up the road you can work at,” I said.

  “Ok, enough with the bear jokes!” Eric replied, chuckling.

  “Or you could work at Build-a-Bear,” I added.

  “Your jokes are un-bear-able,” Eric said. With that we collapsed into each other’s arms again, showering each other with laughter and a few little kisses. This is how I fell in love with Eric, my bear. We shared the same lame sense of humor, plus he was smart, funny, and he loved animals. In fact, he was an animal. And did I mention that he’s sexy? So it’s the ultimate deal. As I write this, I don’t know what the future will bring, if he’ll ever be cured, or even if it’s somehow contagious and I’ll become one myself. All that matters is that we are together. My beastly man completes me, and I love being his beauty.

  THE END

  Love and Survival in the Time After

  BOOK 2

  Leela Ash

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  If you have not read Book 1, have no fear! It is included here in the bonus books!

  If you have then enjoy Book 2

  Chapter 1

  Jax looked at Layne lying naked in the sunlight as it streamed through the bedroom window of their homestead. He grinned as the light tickled her nose and she crinkled it, turning toward the shady wall and snuggling deeper into their blankets. It had been so long since they were on the run that domestic life seemed almost natural.

  So when he heard the branch cracking outside the window, his instinct was to brush it off, assuming it was the wildlife. There were sometimes bears and deer that romped through the forest, but since the virus hit, they weren't wanting for food. They generally left the human population alone. But the next thing Jax heard made him grow rigid. He sat up quickly in bed, hoping he had heard wrong. He'd heard shuffling. A snap and a grunt. Somebody was outside in the garden.

  Jax sat up slowly, careful not to wake Layne. The last thing she needed was to worry about somebody ruining the garden she had spent all her spare time focusing on. She had put her whole soul into making the garden flourish, single-handedly providing them with a steady supply of simple vegetables. She was still slaving away, collecting seeds and creating raised beds for the garden so that when the next season arrived, she would be able to plant the proper crops.

  They'd been there for a good six months; just the right amount of time to allow her tomato and zucchini plants to flourish. They'd enjoyed steady meals of meat and vegetables and were able to keep barrels of boiled water on hand. They had forgotten that life could be so stable, and now that they'd managed to fall into a routine, they had forgotten that life could be so full of danger at every turn.

  Jax pulled on his boxers and crept to the closet beside the front door of their cabin, grabbing his rifle and making sure it was loaded. He took a deep breath and cocked the gun as he stepped outside, closing the door with a gentle thud behind him. He began to perspire as he crept around the side of the cabin, sneaking to where Layne's garden was laying vulnerable to the elements.

  Fortunately, Layne thought of everything. They had used some chemist's tricks and natural planting methods to keep pests away. That didn't stop the rabbits and deer though, so Jax had set up traps for them. Those they caught made it to the table, while the luckier, perhaps smarter ones, avoided the area altogether. It was a win-win situation.

  But someone had breached the security and Jax was certain that it wasn't an animal. They hadn't expected very much human encroachment, though. They had managed to get out of the tribal territories. Suddenly, a wave of cold fear struck Jax and he paused behind an evergreen tree, clutching the rifle. What if the Jackals had found them? One of them had been left alive and knew what Jax and Layne both looked like. Did they come for revenge? Had they done anything to safeguard against that kind of breach?

  They had done their best to reinforce the fence that had been constructed around the homestead before the virus had stolen away its inhabitants. Fortunately, they hadn't found any remains on the property, so whoever it had belonged to before the apocalypse had probably caught it early and died in the hospital waiting to be treated. That was a small comfort when they began to settle into their new home, knowing that the suffering and the oozing had happened elsewhere.

  He was under the bedroom window now and thought of Layne, sleeping soundly inside, oblivious to the danger. The urge to protect her spurned him on and he tensed up as he ducked into the garden and raised his rifle; peering through the foliage of a large bush.

  A man – skin and bones – was eagerly sinking his teeth into a tomato. His hair was thin and black and balding at the top. He looked like he might be in his late forties. It didn't look like he was armed and there was no sign that he was a Jackal. In fact, he wasn't dressed like any other tribe that Jax was familiar with, and Jax found the rest of his courage. It wasn't a trap; he wouldn't be harmed.

  He stepped into the open, holding his rifle in plain sight but not necessarily aiming it at the man. The man froze, his eyes wide.

  “Jon?” he asked, squinting. “How did you...?”

  “Jon?” Jax asked, his heart quickening. “No, I'm Jax.”

  The man's face brightened, as he squinted and came closer.

  “No shit?” he exclaimed. “So you're his brother? You look just like him, I thought...I lost my glasses a while back and... Wow.”

  “You know my brother? Do you know where he is?”

  “I know where I saw him last,” the man said, lowering the tomato. “Look, sorry about the food. It's just been a while and…”

  “Don't worry about it,” Jax said, studying the man's gaunt, tired face. He would have done the same thing in a similar situation. Compared to how he had been forced to survive on his own, Jax had it easy now that he was with Layne and they'd found the homestead. “Actually, why don't you stay for dinner. Can you wait here a minute? I'm going to go tell my w-”

  Jax paused, realizing that he almost referred to Layne as his wife. He grinned to himself and shook his head. “My girlfriend will be surprised if I just drag a guy in from
off the street...so to speak.”

  “Wow, that sounds great,” the man said, sincerely thrilled. Suddenly, Jax felt nervous. Would this man want to stay for good now that he'd found somewhere comfortable? Would he betray Jax and Layne to take whatever he could get.

  “Where are you heading anyway?” he asked the man, reluctant to leave him alone. He would feel better about showing him kindness if he knew he had somewhere to be.

  “I'm on a mission actually. To recruit people for my...well, it's not a tribe exactly, but it's a community.”

  “Is my brother part of that community?” Jax asked.

  The man shook his head.

  “No, he's kind of a wandering spirit,” the man said with a laugh. “But he did give us a lot of good advice.”

  “All right. What's your name?”

  “Al,” he said.

  “Al, wait here, okay? I'd like to ask you some questions over dinner.”

  Al nodded, his face bright, and Jax went inside to wake up Layne.

  Chapter 2

  Layne's clear, ocean-colored eyes shone in disbelief as Al stuffed his face on a small bounty of vegetables and rabbit meat. She felt a little sad that the venison wasn't ready yet. They'd hung it to cure and she had a strong desire to be a good hostess; in a way she wanted to show Jax that she was still a civilized person underneath it all. He seemed to notice; his dark eyes occasionally glimmered when she offered Al more to eat, and began packing him a basket of rations to take with him when he went back on the road, heading south.

  “How do you know my brother?” Jax asked him, unable to hold back his curiosity any longer. He had done his best to wait until Al was finished eating. He could remember the days of being hungry.

  Now, they were having a glass of Layne's home-brewed beer and snacking on the fresh peaches that were growing in the small orchard near the house. The season was almost over and winter was coming quickly. It wasn't a safe time to be on the road and they'd been doing their best to stock up for the winter. They were both well adept at surviving in harsh climates, but because most of the tribes had headed south believing it was much easier to survive in warmer climates, they had followed suit. It made sense; survival was hard enough without having to worry about winter.