Talon

by Savannah Rylan

  I wanted the same thing he did. I wanted his cock in my mouth.

  I slid down the bed, under the covers while he stroked my tousled hair. My fingers quickly worked on his briefs, pulling them down his muscular rigid thighs. I had wedged myself between his legs and he tightened them around me.

  His cock was on display now, and the wetness between my legs was delightful. I looked up at him for a moment, and he looked desperate. Like he couldn’t wait to see what I might do with my mouth. I fluttered my heavy lashes at him and opened my mouth wide, sliding in the tip of his cock into my mouth and then I sucked.

  I heard Gunner groan, loudly as I slid my mouth up and down his hard throbbing cock. My eyes watered as he thrust his cock deeper down my throat. I liked to see him like this. Losing control.

  Gunner was a hard biker, tattooed and rough and yet in bed with me, while I had my mouth wrapped around his cock, he was helpless. He was completely under my power and I loved it.

  I felt him twine his fingers into my hair, tugging at them now as leverage so that he could thrust harder and stronger into my mouth. From his grunts and moans, I could sense that he was close to the edge. He plunged himself deeper into my throat and I hummed, stroking his thighs gently to relax him. My head bobbed up and down on his engorged cock, my throat was struggling to accommodate his length, but there was a tension building up in my belly.

  I felt Gunner slam his cock right to the back of my throat and his body spasmed.

  “Fuck, Brooklyn, how do you do this to me?” he barked, almost like he was mad at me and he pulled his cock out of my mouth in a sudden rush, to stop himself from spilling so quickly. I knew he was constantly at war with himself for being so weak around me. Even though he loved me desperately, it was difficult for him to admit to himself that he was helpless in his love.

  “Come over here!” he commanded and I tried to clear my throat, only to realize that the back of my throat was raw from the way he had just fucked me. Even blow jobs with him were dangerous.

  The bedsprings creaked as I shifted up beside him.

  “I want to hear it, Brooklyn,” he said, in a sudden threatening voice as he positioned himself beside me.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I said, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.

  “Say please,” he said, grabbing me by my waist to position me the way he wanted. I faced the headboards now, on my knees with my butt presented to him.

  “Please fuck me Gunner. Please…” I breathed the words huskily, my voice still chafing against my raw throat as I spoke.

  He had given me no warning, and I felt three fingers slide into my wet pussy. I gasped as I felt his fingers inside me and I grabbed the walls in front of me for support, my palms outstretched and pressed against it.

  Gunner had no intention of being gentle and he made sure I knew it. Three fingers rammed into me repeatedly, with force, while a fourth played with my clit.

  “Please fuck me, Gunner…I want your cock in me. I want you to come inside me,” I was screaming now and in the next moment, he had replaced his fingers with his cock. He had wound himself over my back, holding my waist with both hands. He hovered over me, with his knees bent. He was muscular and powerful, a fucking machine while he pounded into me with his cock that was irresistible.

  Even though we had been together for seven months now, every time he entered me, it was like it was a new experience.

  “Keep begging, my darling, beg for more,” Gunner growled over me and I shivered in ecstasy. I could feel myself being pounded and being dragged to the edge.

  “Don’t stop fucking me, Gunner…please don’t stop. I want to come,” I cried, feeling my toes beginning to curl now. The tables had turned. With his cock in my mouth, he was utterly in my control and now he had me pinned down, right where he wanted me and in his grasp.

  Gunner drove his cock into me, deep inside, and my clit rubbed against the bedsheets, tingling and sensitive and raw.

  “I can’t stop, Brooklyn. You are so fucking hot,” Gunner growled above me and I could feel myself hurling towards the finish line. If I could have my way, we’d do this all day. I didn’t want him to ever stop. Weren’t you supposed to get bored of sleeping with the same guy? Gunner had a way of finding something new to do or say every time. He knew exactly how to set my body on fire.

  “I’m going to come!” I screamed, just as my body released. Gunner didn’t stop pumping into me, driving himself to the edge.

  “I’m going to make sure you can’t walk straight, when you walk down the aisle today,” he declared, just as he came, bursting into me with fury. I felt him shoot and drain himself, grunting over me as his orgasm began to subside.

  Then we were laughing, a kind of delirious joy had overtaken us. He’d mentioned the wedding and I just realized that it was today! We were going to be married today!

  I turned on my back, perspiration covering my body, and Gunner fell down on the bed beside me, panting hard. We were still laughing, happy that we’d found each other, grateful for everything that had happened to bring us together. To me, it was like some sort of ridiculously happy fantasy that I was living and Gunner looked satisfied and content as he lay beside me, trying to recover himself.

  “How do you bring this out in me, Brooklyn. I can never get enough of you,” he said and pulled me into his arms again. We kissed, tenderly and lovingly this time and we smiled at each other again.

  “I can’t wait to be married to you, Gunner,” I said, with my cheeks flushing as he peered into my eyes.

  In just a few hours, this man was going to be my husband and I was glad that Luke had met him.

  I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Was it really me? Was this really happening to me? Brooklyn Jenson?

  I had spent all my life wondering if I would ever marry for love. I was expected to date and eventually marry a member of the Dragon Knights. Not for love but for duty. So that I could rear a Dragon Knight son, to carry on the Jenson legacy.

  Instead, I was marrying a Bad Disciple today, an arch rival…the son of a man who used to be daddy’s best friend but had turned into an enemy. And most importantly, I wasn’t marrying for legacy or loyalty or duty, or for the sole purpose of breeding a Dragon Knight brood. I was marrying for love and to spend my life with a man who I knew I wanted to be with. I couldn’t help but wonder if my mother would have still been around if she had married for love. And not because her father had forced her to marry daddy because he had proven himself to be a suitable Dragon Knights candidate for my mom.

  And here I was, all dressed and ready to marry Gunner Alton.

  I was in the most gorgeous white dress I could have dreamed for my wedding, with a wedding and a sparkling tiara on my head. The neck was a delicate sweetheart cut, which I’d specially designed because I knew how much Gunner liked to see my cleavage on display!

  Axel and the boys had gifted me a blindingly bright diamond necklace as a wedding present, which I was thoroughly impressed with. It lay around my neck now and I smiled at it. My hair was done up, my makeup was taken care of, and I was ready. My green eyes sparkled in my reflection, and even though I was nervous and it was the most important day of my life, I couldn’t wait to get started!

  I heard a knock on the dressing room door and I knew it was time. Gunner and I had picked the music and it started playing outside and I stood up from the ottoman and walked to the door. Axel was waiting for me on the other side, with a bouquet of blushing pink peonies which he handed to me.

  He had tried to not smile too wide when I asked him if he would walk me down the aisle and give me away on my wedding day. He was the closest person to having a father and in the past seven months, he had proven to be just as good as one. I was slowly beginning to miss daddy and Luke less and less each day. Gunner’s friends were my brothers and Axel was like a father to me and I was grateful for their presence in my life.

  Axel gave me his arm and we smiled at each other. I took the bouquet from him and looked up
to find everyone seated. They stood up in unison as Axel led me down and my eyes was riveted on the man standing at the end of the aisle.

  Gunner was in a sharp navy tuxedo with a matching bow tie. The colors blended with his blue eyes and his hair was the usual, blond and military cut and he was freshly shaven. He was staring at me intently, like he had never seen me before and I blushed deeply.

  He had a half smile on his face and I couldn’t help but feel lucky that I had met this man. Glock, Tank, Sniper and Hunter stood beside him, beaming at me and visibly excited.

  Axel walked me down the aisle, slowly and steadily keeping a firm grip on my arm. I was dizzy with excitement and I couldn’t wait to be married to this man. When we stopped before the boys, Axel gently let my arm go and then reached over to kiss my cheek.

  “You look beautiful, Brooklyn. Gunner is lucky to have you,” he said and I wondered if Axel had ever said such words in his life before.

  Gunner came forward and offered me his arm, which I took and walked up to the alter in front of the priest. I was itching and desperate to kiss him, but we had to control ourselves till we were officially married and till the priest told us we could kiss. The next time we’d be naked in bed together, I wouldn’t even have my old name…I’d be Brooklyn Alton!

  I knew I had tears in my eyes. I wished daddy and Luke were alive to see this. They would have been proud of me. Even though I was surrounded by Bad Disciples…I was in a church full of them! I knew that despite this, they would have been happy that I had made the right decision. That I had chosen to be with a man who I knew would make me happy and would be as fiercely protective of me as they were.

  Gunner couldn’t take his eyes off me and I couldn’t look away from him.

  When the priest started speaking…it felt like I was drifting off, like something was changing in me…we were going to be bound together for life and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  THE END

  Thank you so much for taking the time to read Gunner!

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  Savannah

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  More Books by Savannah Rylan

  Hawk (The Road Rebels MC #1)

  Talon (The Road Rebels MC #2)

  Gunner (The Bad Disciples MC #1)

  Hunter (The Bad Disciples MC #2)

  Tank (The Bad Disciples MC #3)

  Glock (The Bad Disciples MC #4)

  The Bad Disciples MC Box Set

  Fallen Idols MC

  Warrant (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #1)

  Bulletproof (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #2)

  Dice (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #3)

  Beast (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #4)

  Bending All The Rules

  Breaking All The Rules

  Banishing All The Rules

  Shattering All The Rules

  The A List Complete Series

  Savannah Rylan is an erotic romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not penning the next great American novel, (HA), you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.