by Jenika Snow
“Open for me.”
It wasn’t a question, and that alone had Deanna moaning even louder, ready for Demon. She never thought she would like dominance in the bedroom, never thought she could be submissive and allow a man to control every part of her. But with Demon she realized that he wanted her to give herself up to him totally. And she was more than ready to be that way with him. Having Demon control the situation made everything more heightened within her. She didn’t hesitate to place her heels on the mattress and spread her thighs open for him.
The cool air drifted along her swollen, wet pussy, and she bit her lip as she waited for him to come to her, to order her to do whatever he wanted. She could see him staring at her body, and didn’t need to hear words to know what he had to say.
“Fuck, Deanna,” he said and grabbed his cock, stroking himself. “Compared to me you’re so damn sweet and innocent, just waiting like a ripe fruit to be plucked and sampled.” He took another step forward. The flavor of his flesh, of his mouth and pre-cum was still in her mouth and she wanted more. His erection was a hard rod between his thighs, and she knew he would fill her pussy completely. When he was at the edge of the bed and his body heat coated her like a blanket, she shivered, feeling so aroused she was lightheaded. Before she could say anything Demon was moving on the bed and between her legs. His mouth was on her chin, and he slowly moved his lips lower, dragged his tongue along her cleavage, and gripped her shoulders to hold her down for his erotic abuse.
He made the same path over and over again, over her breasts and back up her neck. It was pure, unadulterated torture. He ran his tongue over her chin, down her throat again, and nibbled the hard tips of her breasts. Throwing all sane thoughts aside, she let her head fall back and her eyes close as Demon memorized her body with his tongue. He didn’t miss an inch of her, and Deanna felt as though she was being devoured. Her nipples were stiff buds, and when he ran his tongue over them her pussy walls contracted involuntarily. This was enough foreplay, because there was no way she would live through any more.
“Take off your clothes, Demon, and fuck me already. Claim me as your woman.” She was stunned with herself for those words coming out of her mouth. She meant each one of them with every part of her body. In a move faster than she thought a large man like him could do, he was off the bed, tearing his clothes away until the hard, tattooed flesh of his huge body was on display. She braced herself on her elbows, breathing heavily as her desire moved so high she felt like she was about to explode from it. He was between her thighs again and the hot, hard length of him pressed against her slit.
“You want me, Deanna?” He thrust against her. “You want my cock? Want to be my woman?”
She nodded her response, not able to speak because she was too lightheaded, too crazed with lust. Reaching between their bodies, he aligned himself at her entrance. His cockhead was thick, bulbous, pressed snuggly to her opening, and she parted her lips. She thought he would ease their suffering and just shove right into her, but instead he pushed the head in slowly, continuing the same momentum until his length was fully inside of her. Her pussy stretched around his girth, and it made the whole situation hotter when he placed his hands by her head, lifted up slightly, and stared at where their bodies were connected.
“Your cunt is stretched so wide around me, baby.” The sight of him closing his eyes, of his biceps shaking from the force it was taking him to go slowly, had her lifting up her hips and causing another inch to slip into her. He growled low and snapped his eyes open. “Christ, baby, don’t fucking do that or I won’t be able to control myself.” He growled low. “You’re playing with the devil, and it is taking a hell of a lot of control for me not to fuck you like some kind of wild beast.”
Panting from the anticipation and trepidation of allowing herself to fall for this hardened biker, she said, “I want you to be an animal with me, Demon.”
Right before her eyes he seemed to snap, seemed to just detach from everything around them. He pulled out of her, and when the head was lodged in her entrance he shoved back into her so fast and hard tears of pleasure/pain filled her. She bowed her back and shifted up the bed from his forcefulness. This was what she wanted, though, what she had asked for.
“Are you ready for me?”
“God, yes, Demon,” she breathed out. Closing her eyes and baring her throat, she parted her lips, sucked in a breath, and held on as he really fucked her. Demon’s hips slammed so hard against her that sparks of intense pleasure rocketed through her clit. She kept moving up the bed, and so he placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her stationary.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he seemed to roar out. She forced her eyes open to watch the ecstasy morph her biker’s face. His muscles straining and tensing, his hips thrusting back and forth, and the gruff, almost unnatural sounds coming from him were an auditory and visual orgasm for her. Her pleasure came on strong and hard, stealing her voice and her vision as it claimed her.
Demon stared in lust at his woman. Her breasts bounced from the force of his thrusting, and she was screaming out as she came.
“Oh God. It hurts so good.” She moaned, but he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet, not even close.
“Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet. Tomorrow you won’t be able to walk straight once I’m done claiming you.” He slammed into her again and again, bottoming out in her pussy, and then pulling almost out. Over and over he did this, feeling the sweat fall down his temple.
Demon didn’t hold off any longer; he was barely leashing in his control as it was. Taking hold of her clit between his fingers, he rolled the nub around until it became so engorged he knew she’d come again. “Just once more, baby. Give it to me one more time because you’re mine and I own you.” Her cunt was pink and glistening and her clit stood out, begging him for more attention. She thrashed her head back and forth on the mattress, and just like that she came for him again. Yeah, she was also fucking receptive to him, so damn giving. She’d always be his, always submit to him because she liked his coarse, harsh attitude and darker side. He wanted to follow her into oblivion, but he held off for just a moment longer.
When she breathed out and marginally relaxed on the bed he slowed his thrusting, and then pulled out. Before she could say anything he flipped her around, shoved a pillow under her hips, and spread her ass cheeks. “Oh yeah. Fuck yes, baby.” Her asshole was smooth and pink, and although he wasn’t the kind of man that liked rimming, he wanted to taste every part of her. Holding her ass apart, he started licking the tight, clean hole. She smelled good, so fucking good. Her ass was tight, and when he moved back, grabbed some lube to make her good and slick for his cock, and placed the tip at her hole. He had to grip her hips to control himself. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wanted to fuck her raw, too. He groaned out when he started pushing into her.
“It feels so tight, Demon. I feel so stretched,” she gasped out. He eased off, not wanting to hurt her, but wanting her fuck her ass good and hard. He wanted to feel the ultra-tight muscles clench around him, and come so hard everything went black, until she told him he owned every part of her, and that nothing would ever be the same because she was all his.
Deanna shook as Demon continued to thrust into her ass. She loved it, even if it was a strange sensation. The sheet beneath her mouth grew moist from her increased breathing. He leaned over her, pressed her mouth to his nape, and licked her like he was an animal and he was memorizing her flavor. He tightened his hands on her hips. Demon palmed her ass, massaged the globes, and had her skin heating within seconds.
“I want you everywhere.” How strange things had escalated as fast and powerful as they had. The hard slap to her ass had a pleasurable gasp leaving her.
“That’s it, baby, take all of me.” He moved his hands back to her ass, squeezed the globes hard, and she knew she’d have bruises. They would be marks of his domination, and that sent a thrill through her. He pulled out slowly until just the tip was lodged in her ass, and then he pus
hed back inside just as agonizingly easy. He did this over and over. Deanna found herself thrusting back, wanting him to really take her like he meant it. A hard slap to her ass again had her movements stilling. A look over her shoulder showed a hard mask on his face and sweat dripping down his hard, toned chest. Their gazes locked and he increased his speed. Soon he was fucking her with abandon, giving it all to her so she was forced to reach up, grip the slates of the headboard, and hold on. Her breasts bounced from his hard thrusts, and the sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the room.
“Fuck, yeah.” He slapped first her right cheek and then her left. “Do it again, baby. Squeeze my fucking dick.”
A wave of pleasure slammed into her, taking her breath and having her moan out. Reaching around her body and finding her clit, he pinched the tiny bundle of nerves between his fingers like he had before. Lights flashed behind her closed lids, and just like that she came again. Her body shook from the pleasure, and she took comfort in the all-consuming ecstasy that stole her very sanity. He placed his big hand on the center of her back and continued to push into her and pull back out. He slid his hand up her sweaty back and stopped at the nape of her neck. For several seconds he held her immobile, but then he moved his hand to the front, gripped her throat in a loose hold, and thrust into her several more times before stilling. He came long and hard, shuddering behind her as he emptied himself.
“That’s it. I’m going to fucking fill you with my cum until it comes out of your ass and soaks the bed.” His words were sharp like broken glass, and another shiver wracked her already exhausted body. He pulled out of her and she immediately collapsed on the bed. He pulled out of her, and she immediately felt his semen slip from her bottom. He moved on the bed beside her, collapsed on his back and placed his arm over his eyes. His hard chest moved up and down, and the definition of his six pack and muscles became apparent.
He turned and looked to her, this hard, unyielding look covering his face right away. Before she knew what was doing he rolled over, placed his hand on her throat in a loose grip, and said right by her mouth, “You’re mine, will always be mine, and I’ll kill anyone that tries to say differently.”
She could have fought, could have said no, but instead she leaned up, causing his hold on her throat to tighten, and said, “I’m yours.”
Days passed and Deanna fitted into Demon’s lifestyle with ease. She hadn’t been back to her job, and she had told him that she had probably lost it. But the relief in her face after she said those words told him enough that he figured she had hated the damn thing. It didn’t matter because he didn’t plan on allowing her to go back to working anyway.
There were no more tantrums or angry outbursts out of her. Demon loved spending time with her, which surprised him. Some of the club whores were not happy, as he’d not even given them the time of day since Deanna had entered his life. He fucked her every chance he got and Deanna would spread her thighs for him whenever he demanded. He fucking loved it. She was so fucking hot and the only woman he got a hard on for was Deanna.
Joker returned after the funeral of his woman’s mother. He looked like shit and he was constantly on the phone, but no one talked to him.
“Can you go back for me?” Deanna asked. She was laid out naked on Demon’s bed and resting on his chest. He’d just fucked her and seconds before had her screaming out in orgasm. Running the tips of his fingers down her back, he stared into her green eyes.
“What?”
He’d not been paying much attention, basking in the afterglow of fucking her pussy. She’d settled into his way of life a hell of a lot better than he ever imagined.
“I was wondering if you’d go back to my apartment. The rent is due at the end of the week and the landlord can be a real jackass. He’ll trash my shit before I get them back.”
“What?” He frowned, confused.
“My clothes. The furniture could stay behind. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life borrowing other women’s clothes. They’re not my style.”
“You want clothes?”
“I don’t want you to buy me any. I want you to take me back to my apartment. I’ll grab my clothes and settle things up with my landlord.”
He didn’t like the thought of her going back to her old life. If she got a taste of freedom would she even want to come back to him? He couldn’t lose her. In the short time they’d known each other she’d come to mean so much to him.
Caressing her arm, he thought about it.
“I could buy you new clothes.”
“Or you could let me get the clothes that I paid good money for. Come on, Demon, they’re decent clothes.” She slid her fingers through his chest hair. “I can go on my own. I’ll be back before nightfall.”
“You’ve not got a chance, baby. You’re not leaving the clubhouse.” He tilted her head up as he leaned down to claim a kiss. She melted against him instantly and Demon was lost. His cock thickened, ready for action. Rolling her over, he slid her thighs open, finding the wet heat of her pussy. He didn’t bother to get a condom. Demon loved the feel of her tight cunt surrounding his dick. “Fuck, baby, you’re always so tight.” He’d fucked her every chance he got and yet she was still so tight. Demon couldn’t catch a break.
She gripped his shoulders, lifting up to meet each of his thrusts. “Please, Demon.”
Was she begging for his cock or for him to go to her apartment?
Claiming her lips, he silenced her begging as he drove his cock inside her. Slamming in, he went to the hilt, hitting deep into her cervix. He wanted his cum swimming inside her.
Get her pregnant.
Once he had her pregnant with his kid, she wouldn’t have a chance of getting away from him. He’d possess every part of her. There wouldn’t be a chance of her ever leaving.
Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he groaned as her pussy fluttered around his shaft as he drove in and out. Her cum washed over his length, making it easier for him to slide inside.
“I can feel you getting off, baby. Give it all to me.” Holding her hands above her head with one of his, he lifted far enough away from her to work over her clit. She was slick because he’d cum in her twice already that day.
“Demon.” She screamed his name and it echoed off the walls, teasing him with her own need. He slammed into her twice more, rubbing her clit. She splintered apart in his arms. Her tight cunt was squeezing the life out of his cock. Demon closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her warmth wrapped around him. He basked in her contracting pussy, the heat, along with the heady sensation of her nails sinking into the flesh of his back. Everything felt so totally right. He didn’t want any other woman warming his bed.
Opening his eyes, he glanced down at Deanna, pulling out of her body at the same time. Staring deep into her eyes, he slammed into her hard again, making her scream. Her head tilted back and he relished the sounds coming from her mouth. He wanted her completely drunk from the pleasure of his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Take my dick. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s not going to know any other cock but mine. I’m going to fill it with my spunk, own every inch of you.” Tightening his hold on her hands, he rode her hard, pounding deep inside until all she could do was beg him to not stop. The headboard slammed against the wall. Anyone passing by the room would know exactly what he was doing to her. He brought her to orgasm a second time before he allowed himself to come. Plunging inside her a final time, he filled her with his cum, grunting out his release. He held her close to him as he saw stars from his orgasm.
When it was over, he collapsed on her, panting from the sensation.
“Fuck, Demon. I could get used to this,” she said, stroking his back.
He was already used to it. There was a lot more going on between them than simply screwing. He didn’t know what it was but he had an idea. Demon believed he was in love with her. The very thought of loving Deanna scared him. Could she even love him? He’d killed her father.
She would b
e dead if you didn’t.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled away, dropping a kiss to her lips so she wouldn’t ask any questions about his withdrawal. “I’ll get some boys together and we’ll go and get your shit.”
“Thank you.”
Demon sat on the edge of the bed, tensing as she wrapped her arms around his back.
“Don’t mention it. Stay here and don’t piss anyone off.” He got to his feet, escaping to his bathroom. Staring at his reflection, Demon wondered what the fuck was going on inside him. This wasn’t like him at all.
No woman got under his skin, apart from Deanna.
“Demon, are you okay?”
He heard the concern in her voice.
“I’m fine.”
Get your shit together before you lose everything.
Splashing cold water onto his face, Demon wiped the remains of the water off with a towel, leaving the bathroom. He found Deanna sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom. She wore his discarded shirt. He liked how the sight of her in his clothes had him feeling.
“You look good,” he said.
“Are we okay?”
“Yeah. Of course. You were right. What’s the point of me getting you anything new when I can pick up your old shit?” He quickly dragged on his jeans followed by a fresh shirt. Demon sat beside her to tie up his boots. When it was done, he stood, grabbing his leather cut. “The sooner I’m done the quicker I can get back.”
“Okay.”
Before she said anything else, he left her alone, heading downstairs. Joker was entering the clubhouse as Demon made his way down the stairs. Steel and Shakes were already there, drinking coffee.
“What’s up, Demon?” Joker asked. He looked awful, as if he’d not slept in days.
“I’m heading over to Deanna’s old apartment to pick up some shit. You want to come with?”
“Sure.” Joker opened the door, ready to leave.