by Nikki Wild
“I think I’ll go on quite a bit…”
Gently, I lowered myself down to my knees. My hands explored the cut of his rigid abdomen, briefly feeling along every last, aching line as if this was the last I’d touch them. Satisfied, I then hooked my fingers around the latch of his belt, unbuckling and unthreading it open.
Hunter lifted his chin and groaned as I pulled free his rock-hard cock and held it in my hand. It pulsated warmth and power, and I relished the fact that I knew so well how to please him…
“Ufffhh,” he grunted as my lips enveloped the engorged crown atop his shaft. I braced myself against his body as I began to slowly slide my lips over his thick, velvety erection.
Hunter looked down upon me with a strained face. We kept eye contact as I half-lidded my eyes, bobbing up and down on his hard cock.
“That feels too good, babe…” He groaned, threading the fingers of one hand into my hair. “You know what I like…”
I slowly plucked the tip from my mouth and ran my tongue along it, tasting the salt and sweat from the long ride. “That’s right, Hunter,” came my reply as I coated it with my saliva, bobbing it down into my mouth briefly before pulling back up again. “I always know what you like…”
“Damn right you do…”
I happily continued, eager to please him until I felt his hot release erupt against the back of my throat.
Hunter was slowly bobbing his hips into my face, one hand fanned out against my head with the other on the small of his back. He sped up the pace as I urged him on, willing him to use my body however he saw fit.
From my place on my knees, I was giving this handsome, rugged biker president everything. I was letting him exert control over me to please himself, and to fulfill his own needs.
But I was the one with the real power.
If I stopped right now, it would stoke his fury to a ridiculous level. But with his massive cock in my hands and in my throat, my wet lips wrapped around it, I could feel his pulse.
It was right there.
Right beneath the skin.
For all its strength, I held the most delicate instrument of his body between my teeth. By simply unbuckling his jeans, or hiking up my skirt and leaning forward, I could make one of the most feared, respected, and ultimately dangerous men in the American Southwest bend to me.
So intoxicating…
His heir only grew stronger in my womb by the day. While Hunter’s lifestyle had previously given me reservations that he would make a good father, I didn’t doubt for a second that he would lay down his life to protect the two of us.
Hungrily, I pulled his shaft free and licked my own saliva from it, losing myself to my lust.
I loved how there was a wicked glint in his eye as he bend his head down to watch me. He took in a small burst of air, and his grip on my head slightly tightened.
Hunter would be an amazing father.
I would be the best goddamn mother I could.
There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that, together, we would learn from the mistakes of our own childhoods and raise our son to be an incredible fucking human being.
“Getting close,” Hunter grunted.
This was it.
I was ready to swallow his seed…
Hunter held my head back, plucking his cock from my lips. “But not like this,” he grunted. With a nod of his head to our bed, he smiled darkly.
“This is about you.”
“This is never about me,” he caringly stroked my cheek with his rugged palm. “This is always about us, my love… about us forever.”
I almost cried at his sweet words.
Instead, I let him help me up off the ground. Hunter sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his thick, heavy boots, then pulled down his worn jeans and tossed his clothes to the floor.
Meanwhile, I was tugging garments from my swollen body and dropping them into the same pile, intermingling our clothes before he and I hungrily did the same with our bodies.
“How do I look?” I asked him as he crawled into the bed towards me. “Am I still sexy to you?”
“Babe,” he smiled. His husky, low voice was drenched with all the need I had to hear. “You are the sexiest fucking creature on the planet.”
I slyly scrunched up my face.
“You’re just saying that because you’re stuck with me now.”
“Not true,” he grunted, taking my hand in his. “Not true at all… can’t you feel what looking at you does to me?”
He moved my hand back onto his cock.
It burned with primal need.
“Can’t you feel what your scent does to me, babe? What brushing against you does to me?”
I could feel it throbbing with his pulse.
“There isn’t another woman in the whole goddamn world who can have this effect on me. The fact that you have our son in your womb,” he groaned, pulling my hand free from his cock, then placing it to my wet pussy, “only makes you that much more irresistible to me…”
I felt him moving my fingers against my clit, rubbing small circles along my folds, and then he pulled back and began to stroke himself slowly.
“Play with yourself for me,” he growled.
As I found myself disappearing deep into his ravenous, handsome gaze, I did as I was told.
My fingers rolled along the slickened folds of my sex as I touched myself for him. This was new territory for us, in all the sensual, erotic things we had done to each other, and as I slowly lost myself to the sensations I loved the rawness to it.
“That’s right, baby,” he licked his lips. “Just like that. Don’t do this for me, do it for you. I’m only here to watch…”
The embarrassment of touching myself with an audience – even just him – quickly died off as I embraced how satisfying every latest little flick felt; every small motion ramped up the building anticipation, somehow feeling stronger than ever before beneath his hungry gaze.
The primal hint in his heavy, lurking stare gave his name a fitting subtext. I felt like willing prey before him, ripe for the taking…
Hunter was a crouching, starving wolf.
I was the enthralled, swollen sheep.
But all of that faded in importance as I lost myself further in the motions. My head fell back and I gasped, unable to control myself any longer. My engorged clit screamed as my core burned in an incredible fire, the mounting pressure rising and demanding release…
Suddenly, just before the moment of climax, the starving wolf pounced forward.
It was so fast that I barely registered what had happened. My fingers had slipped away in shock; Hunter’s face was now buried deep into my wet, desperate sex. His hard, wet mouth sucked my clit between his lips, his stiff tongue filling my needful pussy…
The orgasm was instantaneous. I fought to cover my mouth; my trembling moans became almost a piercing scream.
My entire body shook as Hunter took over the moment, racking wave after wave of pleasure. I felt every nerve erupt with electricity, and every sinew strained with intense, furious release.
I rode his face, with one hand desperately clamping onto his hair. He didn’t stop a beat, forcing me to accept every last mighty shiver down my spine and every crippling, rocketing climax as they surged across me.
He had given me some incredible orgasms.
But this was on an entirely different level.
By the time my aching body relaxed, I drifted backwards into the comfortable, warm bedding. My heaving breasts rose and fell with the weight of my deep, satisfied breaths.
“How was that?” I heard his low voice growl from between my thighs.
“Incredible…” I gasped, digging deep for the strength to even lift my head back up. “Although we both know that I did all the real work.”
“Wouldn’t have been that intense with me.”
It was hard to dispute that.
“Give me a moment, and I’ll let you have your turn…” I slyly chuckled. “I need a little recharge
before I can get into position for you…”
“No need.”
I raised an eyebrow.
Hunter pulled himself up off of the bed, still stroking himself. He wandered towards me with that devious little look in his eye.
“I want your mouth,” he demanded.
I brushed his hand away from his cock.
“You’re lucky I caught my breath.”
“I’m a lucky man regardless.”
“Damn right,” I smirked.
I dove his gorgeous, throbbing cock straight into my mouth, lifting my head just enough to properly take him in. This time I took full control, clamping a hand around his hard ass and forcing him to piston his rock-hard cock into my throat.
“Goddamn, Sarah,” he growled as he steadied himself against the wall. “I love it so fucking much when you deep throat me…”
I took that as encouragement.
Thrusting myself harder into the act, I was determined to drain him of every last drop of that he had.
“Christ, Babe…”
That’s right, sweetheart.
Cum for me.
Hunter slid his knee onto the mattress, two feet from my face. His hardened body took up my entire field of vision as I bobbed dutifully up and down on his thick, juicy cock like a world-class sex Olympian.
Already, I could tell that his rugged body was straining. Hunter was eager to ride out every last ounce of pleasure that I could give him, putting his all into making it last.
But I was resolved to get him off.
And I knew he couldn’t hold out forever.
Finally, his knee was trembling against the bed, and I could hear the unquenchable lust in his voice as he strained to speak.
“Babe, you’re gonna make me come…”
You’re goddamn right I am.
His hips were bucking now, and I steadied myself against him. Hunter’s fingers tangled in my hair, careful to not rip it from my scalp as he finally lost the battle.
“Holy… fucking shit…”
His cock twitched in my mouth, releasing hot ropes of his burning seed just where I wanted it – down the back of my throat. I could taste the salty cum as he filled my mouth, trying to keep his groans as quiet as earthly possible.
“Sarah… fucking hell…”
I swallowed every scorching drop, caressing his twitching shaft with my wet tongue. He was still holding himself taut in position, shuddering with pleasure.
When I was sure that I’d lapped him clean, I pulled him from my lips and gave him a few last little affectionate strokes with my tongue. There was a massive, proud smirk clear across my face as I grinned up at my fiancé.
“How was that?”
He glanced down at me with total exhaustion. “You are goddamn terrific, babe. I should marry the shit out of you.”
“You think so?” I asked, shifting over as he climbed into the bed beside me. “I don’t know, I’ve got my eye on this one seriously hot biker guy… he’s in charge of this whole MC in Texas.”
He quietly snorted in amusement.
“Oh yeah?”
Hunter kissed my earlobe as he settled into position behind me.
“Definitely,” I continued. “He gets up to all sorts of crazy shit out in the desert. Word on the street is, he’s even the de facto leader of some wild criminal organization.”
I lifted my head, letting him slide his large arm beneath. When I relaxed into it, he shifted to spoon me against his hard, sculpted body.
“De facto, huh?”
I pushed back against his hard chest.
“That’s right. But he, like, uses them to keep the peace, even if they’re all these hardened thugs and rival bikers. They all respect him.”
Hunter nipped at my ear with his teeth.
“Guy sounds like a real prick.”
I chuckled.
“Oh totally, the biggest. He can be so full of himself. But biker guy backs it up. Not a moment goes by that he doesn’t keep me convinced that I’m his entire life.”
“Is that so…”
I nodded, lifting my face to kiss him.
“Well, if I were that guy…” His lips met mine for a few loving seconds, “I’d hope you knew that he’d give his last breath to protect you, and that kid swimming around in there.”
I lowered my head to his arm, snuggling up beside him again. No matter this latest obstacle to our happiness together, I still loved him with all my heart, just like I always had.
Hunter leaned his lips to my ear.
“Still sounds like a real asshole, though. Drop that guy and shack up with me instead.”
I stifled a tender laugh.
“Yeah, maybe. I’ll think about it.”
Twelve
Hunter
Waking up to Sarah Buchanan in my arms was an everyday reminder that I was the luckiest fucking guy in the world.
The only difference today was…
I knew I’d have to earn that luck.
Sarah, always the heavier sleeper, was nestled up beside me as I lifted my head from the pillow. Carefully extracting my arm from under her neck, I moved around her like a ninja until I had both feet on the ground.
Not two minutes later, I’d quietly closed the door behind myself and was taking advantage of a sudden, interesting reality.
I was alone in Jack Buchanan’s house.
As a younger man, I would have looked for any possible way to get the upper hand on him, or even prank him. But the experiences I’d had since we’d last crossed paths had made me a tougher, wiser man, and I had a better objective in mind.
I wanted to understand him.
There was no sign of the old, hateful bastard anywhere that I looked. Free to roam the house, I decided to linger in the main hallway to study those portraits that had caught my eye before.
The earliest pictures were from another era. Faces I’d never seen before stared towards me in faded black and white photos, their faces stoic and firm. It was as if they, like Jack, were judging me for daring to be in Sarah’s life.
The faces told me a story.
Jack’s parents were hard workers. They didn’t seem to have much; they wore plain clothes, and his mother wore only the barest jewelry. For fun, his father enjoyed working on their old car, while his mother liked to read and dance. But they were happy together, the two of them, carving out their own little life on a small ranch.
Their expressions grew steadily colder as they brought a son into the world. Something changed between them as Young Jack entered the picture, and the few photos of him showed a happy child that became slowly glum and downtrodden.
This kid can’t be older than six years old, I thought to myself as I studied his face. What could have taken the happiness out of him?
It was around this time that the second boy arrived on the scene. As if new life had been breathed into their world, this is right where the photos made the switch to color.
Oddly, Jack’s parents seemed happier about this new addition to their lives, and their spirits visibly lifted in the photos. A burst of activity showed that his mother had taken up some kind of sewing club, working on patchwork quilts with other women her age; his father, on the other hand, was seen in a couple of bar settings, drinking beers in a group or playing cards with his pals.
But the tide turned again.
Strangely, Jack disappeared from the photos, the only explanation being in the strained faces of his parents. His younger brother grew up rapidly through the few pictures that existed now, and I studied his wide, smiling face in a staged family portrait.
This was a kid that didn’t know strife.
I turned back to Jack’s last, sullen picture.
Why are these two boys living such different goddamn lives? I wondered to myself.
That’s when I noticed that the younger kid wasn’t in the photos anymore. Confused, I took a look further down the line.
Nope.
He was nowhere to be seen.
B
ut this is where things got weird: Jack was back in the picture. Literally. He was several years older now, probably in his lower teens, beaming as if nothing had happened.
What on Earth…?
But that happiness only lasted for a few photos, because soon teenage Jack was back to looking as plainly miserable as before. Hell, he looked possibly worse.
His parents looked just as cold as ever. They were only in a few more photos, looking bored or detached, and then the photos sprung forward two decades to a woman who looked too much like Sarah to be a coincidence…
A loud tap came from nearby.
“What are you doing in here?”
I was torn from the dozens of photographs on the wall. Sarah’s father leaned against his cane in a nearby doorway, glowering at me.
“These pictures,” I replied coolly, lifting a finger towards the wall. “This is you? And… these are Sarah’s grandparents?
Jack simmered, a scowl on his face.
“My family history is none of your business.”
He tried his damnedest to hide it, but the older man looked downright vulnerable in his gnarled, sun-beaten face. I could see how his eyes bounced from me, to the pictures, and then back to me again. It was as if he was trying to quickly pick apart what I might have learned.
For the first time in my life, I felt the smallest shred of empathy for Jack Buchanan.
“If you’re up, then make yourself damn useful for once,” Jack demanded as he hobbled past me. “I made dinner. You make breakfast.”
I smiled to myself.
“Breakfast is my specialty.”
Jack glanced over his shoulder in a huff, but he didn’t stop to argue with me. As I followed him away, I threw one last look over at the framed pictures on the wall. Five minutes alone with them, and I felt as if maybe I understood this man just a little better.
It was as we stepped into the kitchen that I realized I had overlooked a small detail… That set of pictures was the only thing in this entire house that had any dust on it.
Thirteen
Sarah
When I finally reopened my eyes to awaken alone in my old bedroom, I thought at first that I’d been transported back in time to my teenage years.