by Sam Crescent
“Yes.”
“Then take me.”
The tree provided them with enough shade, and he moved her so they had a little more privacy. Once he got started he didn’t want a reason to stop. Something told him her pussy was going to be fucking perfection and that was exactly what he wanted.
Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes.
“Right here?” he asked.
“Right now. Come on, Vengeance, show me exactly what it’s like to be taken on a wild ride by a crazy ass biker.”
He chuckled, seeing the fire within her. How long had she been pretending? What kind of life had she been living?
Something told him that deep down inside, she had been acting a part all along.
“Tell me what you want,” he asked again.
Staring into her eyes, he waited to see if she would still demand or if she would back away. The smile in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.
“I want you to fuck me, Vengeance. I want you to make sure I never forget what we’re doing. I want to be able to feel you for days to come. I know I shouldn’t be asking stuff like this, but I can’t help it. I need it. For once in my life, I want something that I shouldn’t. There’s no one to stop me from wanting it.”
He stroked her cheek, seeing so much inside her eyes.
She had been in prison in a life that had demanded she conform, and he wasn’t going to let her feel like that anymore. Not on his watch.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he attacked her pants, releasing the button and then the zipper. She took over, shoving them down her thighs until she stepped out of them, along with her panties.
Constance grasped his head and pulled him down, kissing him, deepening the kiss.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, never felt so free,” she said.
Opening the button of his jeans, he eased them down, pulling out his erect cock. The tip was already leaking pre-cum. He’d prefer to have her on a warm bed, but his woman wanted him now.
His woman?
Yes, she was all his.
Grabbing Constance’s ass, he lifted her up, and then, guiding his cock to her heat, he looked down, watching. “Hold my cock. Put it inside you.”
She reached down, taking his dick, and he eased right inside her tight cunt. With every inch that he slid inside her, she moaned his name.
“Oh, God,” she said. “That feels amazing.”
The shirt she wore protected her against the hard bark biting into her back. Gripping her ass, he slammed her down onto his cock, making her take every single inch. He tried to remind himself he needed to be gentle, easy with her.
Constance cried out his name and arched up toward him. “That feels so good. Please, Vengeance. I want more.”
She was like a woman straight out of a wet fucking dream. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her tight cunt squeezing his dick, he was in heaven, pure heaven. She kissed his lips and he rode her pussy as hard as he could against the tree with the chance of them being caught.
He didn’t fancy being thrown in a cell for indecent exposure or shit like that.
“You like that, babe? You like my dick inside you?”
“Yes, please, Vengeance. Fuck me.”
This wouldn’t be enough, but for now it would have to do.
“Touch your pussy. I want you to come all over my dick. Come on, Constance. Show me how much you want this.”
She whimpered, but her fingers began to stroke her clit. Looking down, he watched her touch herself. Her pussy tightened around him, pulsing with each wave of pleasure she was giving herself.
“Oh, my. Vengeance, I’m so close.”
“Then come, baby. Come on my cock, and I will hold you. Give me what I want.”
Constance screamed his name as she came, and it was such a beautiful thing to watch. Her pussy soaked his cock in cream, and he relished every single second of it. The pleasure, the feeling that he had just found the one woman for him. She had been a constant in his thoughts.
Holding her close, he waited for her release to be over before he found his own, driving inside her as deep as he could. Closing his eyes, he took possession of her lips, and when his release rushed through him, he quickly pulled out, and finished on her pussy.
The smile on her face shone brighter than anything he had ever seen before. He lowered her to the ground, and she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips against his.
“That was amazing.”
Her excitement was contagious.
Gripping her juicy ass, he knew he didn’t want to let her go, or for this day to end.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“If you love being out in the open and riding a biker, why haven’t you done it before?”
She pulled away, and he set her on her feet. She stared at him as if he was something foreign. “I have been living my life for other people.”
“You had a fiancé. Didn’t he want to take you out, show you off, be wild with you?” He was curious about her and wanted to get to know her. To understand her.
She stared at him. “My fiancé would have considered anything but staying at home dangerous, stupid, reckless, and I think primarily something a tramp or slut would do.”
Vengeance watched as she pulled on her jeans, not caring to clean away his seed, not that they had anything.
He pulled up his own jeans and stared at her. She ran fingers through her hair and sighed. “Did you even like your fiancé?”
“Yes, I did. I thought I loved him, but I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t the idea of not being alone that I loved. He was everything that my parents wanted, and I did want to make them happy.”
“What about yourself? Do you not get to make yourself happy?” he asked.
“This was supposed to be fun. Not to analyze why we do certain things. I really enjoyed this, can’t we just have that?”
She was running. He knew it, and she knew it.
Vengeance shrugged. “You know me. I’m the one you call for a good time.”
Something twisted in his gut though. Not because she wouldn’t talk to him about her problems, but because her running and denying the truth could have a whole different effect on herself.
There was a carelessness about her. She wanted to be free, but free from what exactly? There was no one left, and she spent many nights in her graveyard staring at the people that kept her grounded.
Something was going to snap inside her soon, and Vengeance hoped that he was there to catch her when she finally fell.
10
One week later
It had been a week since Constance had given herself to Vengeance, and she didn’t regret it. In fact, she wanted to do it again, wanted to see him, and let him make her feel alive.
It had been one of those experiences, one of those feelings that she didn’t ever want to forget, that she wanted to hold on to forever.
She finished arranging the flower assortment for a bridal shower and ran her fingers along the soft, white petals. Did she feel this soft to Vengeance? He felt hard to her, masculine, like how a man should feel to a woman. At least how she wanted a man to feel to her.
He made her feel alive, like what she’d been thinking her life was this whole time was nothing but a dream … a lie. She had loved her parents, cared about her fiancé, too.
But they’d caged her in, so to speak, making her feel like her life was nothing more than something for them to mold, to shape into what they saw.
Even now, after she’d been with Vengeance, her body lit up just thinking about him, the area between her thighs sore, sensitive. He’d been so big, so thick and long. He’d made her feel like she’d been splitting in two, but only in the best of ways.
Her phone vibrated and she pulled it out of her smock and glanced at it. The message was from Vengeance, and she couldn’t help but smile, the pleasure filling her.
I miss you. Let me take you out tonight.
Of course what she thought about was dinner and a movie. But she also wanted his hard body on hers, his masculinity making her feel feminine.
She typed out a reply, saying she wanted to see him too, but she wanted to see him first, to take that initiative. What would he say if she just showed up at his club, made that extra step to show him she was serious about this … about them?
Constance looked up where the club was, not knowing if this was smart or dumb, but she wanted to be the one who was strong and who went after what she wanted.
And that’s Vengeance.
“Yo, some female is here for you,” Weasel said.
Vengeance glanced up from some of the paperwork he was looking over for Demon. “What?” He felt his brows draw down. “Who?” There shouldn’t have been anyone here to see him, least of all a woman.
“Yeah, pretty little thing. Looks like she might be blind in one eye, because it looks off.”
Vengeance stood, his heart thundering.
Constance.
He wanted to see her, but not here, not like this. The club could get gritty, crude, lewd. He wanted to protect her, shield her from the life he led.
The club life could be hardcore as fuck, and she was so soft and innocent, sweet and kind. God, how did an asshole like him get such a perfect woman in his life?
“Where is she?” he asked Weasel.
“Main room. I think one of the club girls, or a prospect, was going to talk to her.”
That’s fucking great, and not a disaster waiting to happen.
11
“You came here?” Vengeance asked.
Constance took a deep breath. “Surprise. I—I wanted to see you. I hope that’s not too forward, or is it? I don’t know. I’m not. Wow, this seems really stalker-like, right? I didn’t think of this while I was on my way here. You must be really embarrassed.” She was so nervous. “This place is totally awesome, just so you know.” Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t believe that she had taken the risk in coming here. This was not like her, not at all, and right now she was slowly freaking out, which again wasn’t good.
“Come here,” he said, taking hold of her hand and pulling her forward. The instant that he touched her, everything seemed to fall into place. It was like he grounded her fears and made everything seem right once again. “Stop panicking.”
“Is it stalkerish?”
“I don’t think you’ll be the first girl to arrive at the clubhouse, and I know for a fact you won’t be the last. I’m also talking about my other club brothers’ women. Don’t worry. I kind of like this. What did you do?”
“I looked you up on the net, and yeah, I decided I’d give you a surprise instead.”
“Is this because people close to you are talking?”
She shook her head. “Well, they’ve all had their say. They’ve told me to think about what my parents would think, and so on, but I don’t want to think about that. I’m tired of thinking about that. How do you handle people judging you for what you’ve done?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I’m in a club, and we are always judged on what we’ve done and not done. I just don’t give a fuck about it.”
“Teach me.”
“You want me to teach you how not to give a fuck?”
“Yes. Don’t you think that would work?” she asked. All she wanted to do was to spend time with someone who wasn’t constantly watching her, waiting for her to have a meltdown and screw up. She placed her hands on his chest, over his leather jacket, and marveled at how strong and powerful he felt in her arms. “I’ve missed you.”
“I had club business.”
“That’s fine. I’m not complaining at all.” She stared at his lips and nibbled on hers. “Will you kiss me?”
He chuckled. “Rule one of not giving a shit. Don’t ask. There’s always a chance that someone would say no.”
“Do you not like the word no?” she teased.
He chuckled. “Not when it’s something I want.”
She smiled. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Sliding her hands into the back of his hair, she held on tightly, and pulled him down for a kiss. Everything felt right in her world the instant his lips hit hers, and she could focus.
Vengeance shoved her against the wall, and she gasped. He took the advantage, and plundered his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her hands, pressing them against the wall. In the back of her mind she felt the bark digging into her body, and she loved it. She relished the slight pain from his touch and wanted more.
“Fuck, baby. You don’t have a clue what you do to me,” he said.
With the way his cock was pressing against her hip, she had a very good idea. Smiling, she stared into his eyes. “You want to fuck me?”
“Why does that word sound so tempting coming from your lips?”
“Because you know it’s going to be so good. Do you want to?” she asked.
“Fuck you? Damn right I do.” Releasing her hands, he moved down, going for the button on her jeans. She watched his hands as he worked on her jeans. Someone could come inside at any moment and catch her. She didn’t care.
For too long she had been controlled, and that was not going to happen again. She was determined to do what she wanted to do, not what someone else told her to do.
“You want my dick inside you right now? This very second?”
“Yes, I want you. Please, fuck me, Vengeance.” She had been doing nothing but dreaming about him. Every single moment of the day, she felt his cock thrusting inside her.
Pushing his leather jacket from his shoulders, she tore at his shirt and slammed her lips against his. With Vengeance she could be herself, and she didn’t have to worry about judgment. It was so amazing, so freeing, and she loved it.
Scoring her nails down his naked, inked back, she plunged her tongue into his mouth as he shoved her jeans off. Her panties were torn and on the floor, and within the next second he was inside her.
His cock was long, thick, and pulsing as it slid in deep. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of him deep inside her. They both moaned, and she held onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and needing him so much.
This was totally different than when she had been with her fiancé. It hadn’t felt the same, not at all.
She opened her eyes and found Vengeance staring down at her. “Is this what you want? You want to be fucked?”
“I want to have an adventure, Vengeance. I want to be with you.”
“You’re right. This is crazy stalkerish, but right now, with how good your pussy feels, I don’t want anything else. I want you.” He pulled out of her, only to slam back inside.
“We haven’t gotten to a bed yet,” she said, smiling.
“Good. I have no intention of letting you go. By tomorrow you’re going to be well fucked from me.”
She loved the promise in words. Slowly, he was stripping away all the layers that had once made her conform to everything she had ever known. There had been hours, even days that she would look outside, and just wonder what it would be like to be set free. To have someone who wouldn’t judge her for wanting to get wet in the rain, kiss, fuck, and laugh as they did it. She couldn’t do that because her fiancé had said she would get wet, and then it would be cold.
Everything that had looked fun, exciting, exhilarating, he had always found a way to quash. There had been no room for her to live, and right now, tears filled her eyes at the memory. At the frustration she had felt every single moment she had been living up to this point.
Vengeance stopped and cupped her face, staring into her eyes. “What’s the matter? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I don’t. I want you to keep on fucking me, Vengeance. Please, I need you.”
He hesitated, and she cupped his face even as tears started to fall down her cheeks. She ignored them and just basked in his possession. In the need that he showed her.
Vengeance grabbed her hands, pressed them ag
ainst the wall, and continued to drive inside her, over and over again. The feel of his cock was so damn good that she didn’t want it to end.
“I’m going to keep on fucking you until you beg me to stop, Constance.”
That was never going to happen. She never wanted him to stop. Would it be so wrong to finally live her own life, where she took what she wanted and loved every second? Did that make her selfish? Did it make her greedy? She was tired of living a life that others wanted for her. That was not living.
People kept telling her what she should do. Who she should be with, and never once taking a second to listen to her and what she wanted.
She was finally going to live.
12
One week later
The sound of the chime above the door going off sounded, but Constance didn’t look up. She was working on paperwork, trying to distract herself because all she could think about was Vengeance. God, just thinking about him had her getting chills.
“Hey, Constance.”
She glanced up when she heard the deep voice. At first she expected it to be Vengeance, because she was the only man she spoke with these days, but it wasn’t who she expected.
She felt her brows knit, not sure if she was really seeing Craig there.
“Craig, right?” She set her pen down and stared at the man who took care of the landscaping at the graveyard. She’d seen him plenty of times, but the fact he even knew who she was, let alone remembered her name, was surprising. They’d spoken one time since she started going to the cemetery, and that was so long ago she was surprised she remembered his name.
“Hi,” he said and smiled.
Although this was a bit weird, Constance chalked it up to him needing flowers, which would be why he was in a floral shop.
“How can I help you?”
He didn’t say anything for long seconds, just walked around looking at the different displays.
“Craig, anything I can help you with?”
He stopped and looked at her, this serious expression on his face. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. I normally see you at the cemetery but it’s been a while.”