Cutter 5: Red Sin Mc

by Alexa Rynn

  I covered her entire slit with my mouth next, sucking and kissing on it like it was the only thing that I’d eaten for weeks. And it pretty much was, her hot cum was gong to be the only thing solid I’d had in my stomach besides alcohol in weeks.

  Her hand linked around the back of my head in-between her groans and I forced myself to pull my head up from between her legs and return it to the position that I’d told her to leave it in. “Don’t be a bad girl, Grace,” I told her. It took all my self-control to stop but I needed to make sure that she listened to me, I had to make sure she knew that I was the one in charge here and I always world be. If she disobeyed me there were going to be consequences for that decision.

  I pushed my head back down again and started at the top of her slit then licked all the way down to her asshole, sticking my tongue inside of it for a little play time. I’d never done it before, tasted her ass, but I figured that while I was down here I might as well charter a little-undiscovered territory. I peeked up at Grace; her eyes were so wide that I thought they were going to pop out of their sockets.

  That’s right, baby, we were on a whole new level now. A level that involved me doing whatever the fuck I wanted to that tight little asshole of hers. Especially having a lick whenever the hell I wanted. I licked up and down her slit about seven more times, each time including her asshole in my fun.

  Next, I stuck my tongue out and curled the tip of it, sticking it far inside of her pussy like it was a dick and starting tonguing the fuck out of her pussy. I went slowly at first, allowing her to enjoy the new sensation and then I sped it up, going as fast as I would if I was pounding her out with my fat and long cock. I shook my head back and forth in that pussy, blowing my lips against it over and over again.

  “Oh, crap, Cutter! It’s coming, it’s coming. I’m going to cum!”

  I pulled my mouth a half of an inch away from her blossom. “You better fucking ask me if it’s okay if you cum before you do something like that, Grace.” I licked her a few more times, waiting for her to beg me the way I liked her too.

  “Can I cum? Please!”

  “Beg me,” I said, enjoying how much I was teasing her.

  “I’m begging you! I’m begging you! Please let me cum!”

  “Okay,” I told her smugly. “Go ahead.”

  I attached my mouth to her sugariness again and started kissing on it while I waited for the shower of nectars. Well, I didn’t have to wait very long because only seconds later I felt her whole body jerk back and forth a few times and then all of her cum shot out of her center and sprayed all over the inside of my mouth.

  I ran my tongue around her liquids and pushed them toward the top of my lips, determined to savor and salivate over every drop before I actually swallowed. I really wanted them to sink into my taste buds so that I could remember the taste until the next time I got to have my way with her. Somehow, she tasted even better than I remembered. Like somehow her pussy had turned even more delicious in just a few weeks.

  I lifted my head up and sniffed the air deeply. Her cunt smelled amazing, I wanted to put it in a bottle and carry it around with me all day so that I could smell her anytime I wanted and beat myself off.

  I grabbed her neck and pushed my lips against hers before I could completely swallow so that she could have a chance to see what I was so addicted to. Selfishly, I only gave her a little taste before swallowing and keeping the rest for myself. “You see how good you taste?” I growled as I pulled away from her.

  I didn’t wait for an answer. My cock couldn’t take the torture anymore, he was about ready to jump off my body and dive into that pussy himself if I didn’t offer him some relief soon. I yanked him out and let him spring up into the air. He was rock solid, standing straight up.

  I held my hand out to Grace. “Spit on it.”

  She looked unsure.

  “Spit on it!” I demanded.

  She pulled her head back a little and let her spit drip onto my hand.

  I grinned and rubbed my hand back and forth over myself, getting my stick nice and wet. I stroked him faster and faster while I looked down at her. I could get off just looking at her if I wanted to.

  But her pussy was better.

  Having all of her was always better.

  “You ready, baby?” I inched closer to her, shrugging my jeans down my body as I went. “Are you ready for my cock to fill you up?” She nodded her head, yes, her hand still curved around her head like the obedient little thing she was.

  I leaned down and spit on her pussy, not because it needed it, but because why not? She was mine. My good, sweet, girl, and I wanted to do whatever the fuck I wanted to her. She gasped and I launched another thing of spit into her slit, enjoying the thrill of the continued shock value I was having on her.

  She shook her head in shock. “Wow, Cutter…”

  One more wave of spit and I was finally ready to stick my dick up inside of that sweet Cunt. I entered her slowly at first, placing my hands on either side of her in the hospital bed. “How’s that, Grace?” I asked as I pushed her around my dick. She was still so fucking tight.

  “It’s… it’s good,” she said between breaths.

  “It sure is,” I mumbled as I pushed myself even deeper inside of her.

  “You like that, baby?” I slowly started to pump myself in and out of her. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about, Grace? All alone in that hotel room with nothing to do but touch yourself late at night… huh?” I inserted my body deeper between her legs. “Did you miss this dick?”

  “Yes, I did. I did miss it.” She could barely get words out she was so worked up. She bit down on her lip, trying to keep herself from yelling. I saw her glance over at the door, probably nervous someone was going to come in to check on her and see what we were up to.

  I didn’t give a fuck.

  I wanted everyone to know that we were so nasty we would fuck in the middle of a hospital bed or anywhere else for that matter. The thought of getting hot just turned me on even more, causing the thrill of danger with sex. My two favorite things in the world.

  I thrust inside of her faster, allowing myself to really start to get off. Grace moaned loudly sticking her good hand under her tits to keep them from bouncing all over the place.

  I yanked her hand away and shook my head. “No! No! Let them bounce, baby!” I pounded into her harder and harder, enjoying the view of her boobs bouncing up and down as the hospital bed rocked back and forth forcefully. The frame was squeaking loudly with each thrust, feeling more and more un-sturdy with each move I made but I didn’t care. I was in there too deep to pull myself back now.

  My cock ate her pussy up and heat and pleasure pumped every inch of my veins. Finally, after I’d held out for as long as I possibly could I allowed myself to burst inside of my baby, spurting my thickness all over the inside of her body. I dug around inside of her a few more times and then pulled myself out of her, gasping, and holding my cock forcefully. I wanted to make sure that I got every single drop of myself out and into her.

  I didn’t give a fuck that she wasn’t on the pill or whatever. She wasn’t going to get pregnant, she was practically still a virgin she was so damn tight. Plus, I’d fucked tons of girls without condoms when I was younger and none of them had ever gotten knocked up.

  I pulled myself away from her completely and a second later the wheel gave out on one of the legs at the front of the bed and it gave out on the ground with a loud bang. I laughed and collapsed down next to her as much as I could with the little amount of room we had left.

  “Oh my God!” She said, laughing just as hard as me.

  “We broke the fucking bed!” I ran my hands up and down my mess of a face and laughed, shaking my head. “Only with you, Grace, only with you.” She literally made me so insane that I didn’t give a fuck what we broke, I’d break that pussy open every second of every day if I could.

  She shook her head and titled on her side to look at me. “No, only with you, Cutter.” She
leaned into me and kissed me tenderly on the lips, running her tongue over them a few times before she pulled away.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her, looking her body up and down. Exactly what I had been scared of happening had gone down. I knew that if I got super into it then I would forget about the fact that she was still sore and hurting from everything that she had been through.

  “I’m okay,” Grace said.

  “Are you sure?” I asked her, mad at myself for giving into my sexual desires and risking hurting her even more than I already had. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  She shook her head. “You didn’t hurt me, you healed me.” She leaned her forehead against mine. “And you saved me, in every way possible.” She inhaled dreamily. “I love you, Cutter, so much.”

  “I love you, too,” I told her, meaning it.

  She kissed me and then turned over, closing her eyes.

  I wondered if that feeling would ever get old…

  The feeling of someone telling you they loved you.

  I doubted it.

  Chapter Six

  GRACE

  “And I didn’t know which set of pajamas you would like best, so I brought four different ones,” Heather told me, holding up a pile of clothes. “I also stopped at your mom's house and Alexis helped me make a list of some of your favorite foods. I picked up a few of them and her and your mom are going to stop and get the rest on their way over here, later on, tonight.”

  “Wow,” I told Heather, shocked. “You really didn’t have to do all this.”

  She came around to the other side of the bed and started fluffing my pillows. “Oh, it was nothing really.” She glanced at the bed I was in and frowned. “This bed is broken! What is wrong with the medical system these days? Their job is to take care of people and they can’t even give you a bed that’s in one piece.” She leaned down. “What is that under the leg? A board game or something? They’re using a board game to even it out because they’re too cheap to fix it. Unbelievable.” She sounded really pissed; like it was her job to make sure every hospital in the United States had beds that were in one piece.

  I looked away before she could notice my face turning a different shade. The bed was only broke because of all the nasty things Cutter and I had done on top of it the night before. The thought of his tongue all over my body and his huge cock inside of me while I moaned flashed into my mind.

  Shit.

  He really did have control over me completely.

  It was kind of strange how much I enjoyed it.

  “Jeez,” Krusher said from the other side of the room where he was flipping through the channels on the T.V. hanging in the corner of the room, looking for something that interested him. “Are you sure you’re not the one dating her, Heather?”

  “Remind me why you just had to come again,” Blaze said, throwing down the motorcycle magazine he had been flipping through seconds earlier that Heather brought him up from the gift shop.

  A gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by me. Or by Krusher, apparently, who started to pitch a fit about how Heather hadn’t brought him anything and what was he supposed to read? Because Blaze was selfish and wasn’t going to share with him.

  The only person who didn’t seem to notice anything when it came to Blaze and Heather was Cutter.

  “Hey,” Krusher pointed out. “I brought the flowers.”

  “You didn’t buy them, you stole them from the gift shop downstairs!” Heather told him, rolling her eyes, and still looking at the broken leg of the bed I was sitting up in.

  “It’s the thought that counts,” Krusher said, shooting her a nasty look.

  “Why are you here?” I asked him, trying to distract Heather from looking into the broken leg too much. “I mean,” I added when I saw the look on his face. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, it’s really nice of you, I would just hate for you to take time out of your busy schedule for me.”

  “Oh, it’s fine,” Krusher said, running his hand through his light hair. “I was kind of bored, plus, I hate being left out.” He shot me a smile and it didn’t go unnoticed that he had the whitest teeth I’d ever seen in my life.

  “Plus,” Blaze added. “He’s really busy not telling Cutter where his twin sister is and hiding out from the cops who have a warrant out for his arrest back home. Apparently, it’s better to hide out here with us and put our entire club in jeopardy.”

  “Oh, come on.” Krusher looked exhausted of the topic. “Not the whole twin thing again. Can’t anyone go a full day without bringing that bullshit up? It might be a nice change of pace.”

  Cutter had told me about the fact that he had a twin sister earlier this morning. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it; it was insane to think that he had a sister out there all these years that he knew nothing about. He already had a private investigator trying to locate her behind Krusher’s back. In the meantime, he had demanded proof that she was alive and well if Krusher wanted to stick around town.

  Apparently, Krusher had agreed no problem.

  “Is it true?” I raised my eyebrows. “You’re hiding out here because there’s a warrant out for your arrest?” I was pretty sure that meant we could all get in trouble for harboring a fugitive.

  Not that Red Sin cared much about breaking the law.

  “Well,” Krusher said, dragging out the last part of the word. “It’s true that I may have gotten myself in a little bit of trouble back home and I’m waiting for it to blow over, yes.”

  The door to my room swung open and Cutter strolled in looking like the biker God he was. He was dressed in fresh blue jeans and a black long-sleeved sweater that showed off his bulging biceps and huge chest. He had a fresh cut and shave, looking a hell of a lot more rested than he did when he had left this morning.

  I was in awe of how handsome he was.

  And that he was mine.

  Cutter glanced around the room and frowned. “What are you all still doing here?” He glanced at his expensive looking watch. “I told you guys you could stop by! Not stay four hours! She needs her rest!” He looked at me with a worried expression on his face.

  “Oh,” Blaze said, jumping up. “We were just about to leave.”

  I felt kind of bad for him. In his defense, he had been trying to get Heather and Krusher out of there for the last two hours but they were both pretty uncooperative.

  Krusher dropped the remote. “Fine, are we getting dinner?”

  Blaze groaned and looked at Cutter. “Grace is back, deal with him!”

  “I resent that,” Krusher scowled.

  “All of you! Out! Now!” Cutter told them.

  The doctor came in with a chart in her hand as if on cue and looked around the room slowly. She was a middle-aged woman with dark hair and blue eyes. She was super nice and insisted that I call her Claudia. “Oh,” she said, glancing around the room. “I didn’t realize that you had so much company.” She glanced down again and flipped over a few pages. “I just had some things to go over with you but I can come back if you want?”

  “No, no, don’t come back,” Cutter said while grinding his teeth together. “We were all just about to leave. Weren’t we, guys?” He used his head to gesture toward the door.

  “No,” Krusher said loudly. “I want to hear what the doctor has to say.”

  Blaze slapped him on the back of the head and grabbed Heather. “Let’s go,” he said while he pushed them toward the hall and out the door. They called out their goodbyes and I laughed loudly, shaking my head.

  “I’ll be just outside,” Cutter told me.

  “No!” I said frantically. “I mean can’t you stay?”

  Cutter glanced at the doctor and she shrugged. “Hey, if it’s okay with you then it’s okay with me.” She closed the door behind Cutter and threw the file down on the counter. “So, how are you doing?”

  “I’m okay,” I told her, taking Cutter’s hand in mine. “I feel sore every once in a while but it usually doesn’t last very long and I’m getting used to
only using one of my hands.”

  She smiled. “That’s normal and we’ll give you something for the pain and try a few more natural approaches. As I’m sure you can imagine we can’t give you as much as I wish we could, everything needs to be taken and monitored in very small doses, that’s why you’re still here and why you need to remain here for a few more weeks.” She glanced down again. “But considering everything that you’ve been through I would consider yourself extremely lucky, Grace. You must have a guardian angel looking out for you somewhere up there.”

  I squeezed Cutter close to me. Yeah, or a guardian Cutter.

  He leaned in and kissed me softly.

  “Yes, yes,” the doctor said smiling. “You guys are going to be just fine.”

  “Of course, we will,” Cutter said. “I’d never let anything bad happen to her.” He pulled away from my face but kept his forehead leaning against mine so he could look me in the eyes.

  The doctor laughed. “Yes, yes, the three of you will be just fine.”

  Cutter nodded. “Yes, sure, the three of us.” His eyes grew wide and he snapped his neck up from the contact it had with my skin. “Wait, what do you mean the three of us.”

  “Well, the two of you and the baby, of course.” She held her hands up in the air like it was the best news in the world. “Congratulations! Your blood work confirms that you’re pregnant, Grace!” She clapped her hands. “You’re going to be parents!”

  Parents?

  Suddenly, I felt like I was going to pass out.

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