Hung (Selected Sinners MC #4)

by Scott Hildreth

  “Keep the change,” I said.

  You can use the tip to fix your hair.

  “Ready?” I asked as I stood.

  She stood and nodded her head, “Yep.”

  As I watched her turn toward the door, I began to wonder if I was ready. Something about Kat made me feel like if I was ever going to meet my sexual match, I’d just done it.

  If her willingness to perform was equal to her ability to talk a quick line of shit, I guessed it wouldn’t be long and I’d know for sure.

  And I was more than ready to try and find out.

  KAT

  I had been raised under the thumb of my overly protective police officer father, and never allowed to live life with the feeling of being free. Everyone I dated, hung out with, or even had a cup of Starbuck’s coffee with was placed under a microscope and examined. None stood up to his expectations, and if I didn’t remove them from my life, he made their lives so difficult they decided to leave on their own.

  Going to college was the best thing to ever happen to me, and although the campus was only forty miles away from my parent’s home, I opted to stay in the housing immediately off campus, claiming the drive back and forth from their house was more than I could handle when combined with my homework.

  I could never decide for sure which it was, but either my hatred toward my father’s strict rules, the fact he was a cop, or my mother’s subservient nature caused me to have a desire to only date bad boys, and the older the better as far as I was concerned. Until I had spent some time talking to Avery, I never really considered a biker, and typically migrated toward military men.

  My first three years of college were spent with a former Marine ten years older than me who was the most controlling, overly abusive, and mentally exhausting prick to ever walk this earth. Even though we broke up six months prior, he insisted on kicking my door in every time he got drunk and all but raping me upon entering the house. Finally, after beating the girl he had as a side piece for our entire relationship, he was arrested and thrown in jail for battery and domestic abuse.

  Now free of his grasp, I felt a need to spread my sexual wings, and see what else the world had to offer. A relationship was the furthest thing from my mind, considering my difficulties with Kyle. I wanted a bad boy, sans the abusive behavior. I’d seen the Sinners in the town I lived in on a daily basis for the last three years, and although I viewed them as the baddest of bad boys, I hadn’t really looked at any of them as a viable option until recently. Avery’s explanation of the club, the men, and their loyalties sparked my interest; and Biscuit’s arrival in the bar with Otis couldn’t have come at a better time. Now half-drunk, horny as hell, and standing in Biscuit’s living room, I wondered if I had possibly let my alligator mouth overstep the abilities of my hummingbird ass.

  Standing on one side of the island in his kitchen while he stood on the other, I watched his mouth move as he spoke. The words he spoke made very little sense; it seemed my mind’s focus was on his lips and beard. He’d claimed in the bar that he had a six inch tongue, and when I questioned him later, he said he knew how to use it quite well. I’d never considered myself to be one of the women who was intrigued or turned on by beard porn, but with him standing a few feet from me, each minute that I spent studying him caused me to be more and more attracted to the thought of him licking my pussy – something Kyle had never done. As he finished saying whatever it was he said; he began to laugh.

  Naturally, I laughed in return.

  “So, what do you think?” he asked.

  I think I have no idea what you just said, that’s what.

  I grabbed the bottle of beer and squeezed it in my hand. It was luke-warm and not of any interest to me. I released the bottle, inched a little closer to the island and grinned as I lowered my hand to my waist.

  “I think my leg itches,” I said as I bent down slightly.

  He stood on one side of the kitchen, and I stood on the other. Hidden from his view by the island in front of me, I slid my finger beneath the fabric of my shorts and along my pussy – just to check.

  Holy shit, I’m soaked.

  Attempting to hide the joy of finding my wet pussy, I reached for the beer with my left hand and lifted it to my not so willing lips. As I drank the warm filth, I scratched the inner part of my thigh and raised my right hand to the bar.

  “Probably a fuckin’ mosquito. They’re bad this summer,” Biscuit said.

  All I saw was tongue.

  “So is your tongue really six inches long?” I asked.

  He wiped his hand along his beard and stretched his jaw a few times, opening his mouth wide as he did so. A few seconds later, he stuck out his tongue. If he so desired, it appeared he could lick his eyebrows with it. After twirling it in a circle and curling the tip of it while holding the remaining five inches still, my mind wandered away to all of the possibilities. I imagined him bringing me to climax with it.

  My knees buckled slightly.

  “Oh my,” I sighed.

  “Wanna try it out?” he asked as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

  Do I ever…

  Incapable of speaking, I simply nodded my head.

  “Go into the living room and lie down on the couch,” he said as he pointed toward the room behind me.

  All I heard was lie down.

  I turned toward the living room, walked briskly to the couch, and flopped onto my back. As my head rested into the rather comfy decorative pillow, I bent my knees and rested my feet against the cheeks of my butt. In hindsight, I probably looked like an overeager prostitute.

  “You might want to take them shorts off,” he said as he walked into the room.

  I rolled off the couch and removed my shorts and panties with one good tug. Still wearing a shirt and bra, but not really worried about anything but feeling his tongue inside of me, I jumped back onto the couch and made myself comfortable.

  “Where do you want me?” I asked.

  “Right there’s fine,” he responded as he knelt down beside me.

  “Now you ain’t gonna freak out and start comin’ by here odd hours of the night or anything are ya?” he asked.

  “Not a chance,” I responded as I shook my head from side-to-side.

  “You sure?” he asked.

  “Promise,” I responded.

  “Deal,” he said as he placed his hand against my inner calf.

  As he pulled my leg to the side, I closed my eyes and waited. His soft beard slowly slid along my inner thighs and toward my embarrassingly wet pussy. As the tip of his tongue lightly touched my pussy lips, my entire body tingled and I almost sprung from the couch.

  “You’re fucking soaked. Were you standing in the kitchen thinking about this?” he asked.

  I nodded my head.

  Please, please, do that again.

  The tip of his tongue slowly began to work its way from the bottom of my pussy to the top, stopping at my clit each time. After flicking against my clit a few times, he’d start over. With my eyes closed, my ass pressed into the couch, and my pussy against his face, I slowly slipped into some weird sexual bliss.

  As I focused on his very predictable pattern of licking, he stopped.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  Having no idea what he was asking, but ready for whatever it was he was willing to offer, I responded, “Uh huh.”

  I wasn’t.

  I wasn’t even close.

  No one could have prepared for what he did.

  He shoved his tongue deep inside of me. With it fully inserted into my vaginal cavity, he curled the end of it, flicking it against my g-spot. With each flick of his tongue, my body went into shock. After three or four flicks, my eyes opened wide and I prepared to explode.

  “Oh my…” I wailed.

  He raised his hand in the air to silence me, but never stopped doing what he was doing.

  As he steadily fucked me with his thick tongue and tortured my g-spot with the tip, I wondered if there was any way I could
convince him to be my boyfriend. If there was a heaven, and I had never been quite sure there was, I was now in it and a few seconds from meeting God.

  I stared at the ceiling, arched my back and bit my lower lip.

  My body began to convulse into the craziest feeling I had ever felt. To describe it as an orgasm wouldn’t do it justice; I had orgasms a thousand times, and this wasn’t one of them. It was more like an experience than a feeling. As I bucked my hips and released my lower lip, I began to wail.

  As my cries increased in volume, he moaned into my pussy as if to encourage me to continue.

  The tip of his tongue continued to stroke my g-spot as he tongue fucked me into a state of semi-consciousness. I bellowed out into the room as my body shook and my mind attempted to catch up to the feeling inside of me.

  In and out his tongue worked.

  Up and down my hips bucked.

  Chills ran throughout my body and caused every muscle I had worked so many years to develop to contract and release repeatedly. Roughly four orgasms into the ordeal, I opened my eyes and let out a blood curdling scream.

  The orgasm that every other orgasm in the future would be compared to.

  I collapsed onto the couch and closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed at my screaming.

  “I’m…sorry,” I said under my breath.

  “For what?’ he said as he raised his head slightly.

  “Screaming,” I responded in a whisper.

  “I like it. Let’s me know I’m doing my job,” he grinned.

  “Wanna see my cock?” he asked.

  My head bobbed up and down like a wind-up toy.

  He rolled off the edge of the couch and unbuckled his belt. After removing his jeans, he turned to face me.

  The size of the bulge in his boxer shorts was supportive of his claim. With wide eyes and an eager attitude, I swallowed heavily and stared.

  “Oh my god. It’s uhhm. Wow,” I said as I gazed at his shorts.

  “Shit, I've got cock for days. I got cock I don't even need,” he said as he pushed the waist of his boxers down his thighs.

  As the material cleared the twitching shaft, what appeared to be a third leg hung heavily between his legs. I gazed down and blinked my eyes, uncertain if what I was seeing was some kind of a joke or if it was real.

  After kicking his shorts to the side, he glanced up and grinned. With his eyes locked on me, and my eyes glued to the eighth wonder of the world, the sound of his raspy voice confirmed this was no joke.

  As he spoke, I shifted my eyes to meet his.

  “Big fucker, ain't it?” he asked with a laugh.

  I glanced downward, stared for a long second, and forced myself to look away as I nodded my head repeatedly in affirmation. As much as I felt a desire to speak, I couldn't. I had my reservations on fucking him now, hell there was probably no way that thing was going to fit inside me...

  But I had to know.

  “Does it, uhhm...” my voice was dry and nervous, “...get bigger?”

  “Afraid so. If you want to bail out, now'd be the time,” he began.

  My eyes still fixed on his lower region, I shook my head. I didn't want to bail out, I wanted to get started.

  My brother rode bulls professionally when we were younger, and I'd been to a few rodeos in my day. I had no earthly idea why I did it, but as I attempted to shift my eyes from his now rigid cock, my right hand slowly raised into the air. In hindsight, it was probably some subconscious connection between the signal to release the bull from the chute and my willingness to at least attempt to ride his stiff dick.

  Cock.

  Correction. His stiff cock.

  “You got a question?” he asked as his eyes followed the path of my slowly rising hand.

  “Nope,” I shrugged as I slowly lowered my hand, “I'm ready to ride.”

  KAT

  Every girl in college wants a boyfriend with a big dick – well, at least the girls I talk to. No one really says they can’t wait to see if so-and-so has a tiny penis. They all look at guys and say things like I bet he has a big dick, look at how he walks. I never really considered that a man might exist who had too much dick – until now.

  I exhaled onto the countertop as his cock slowly penetrated me. It didn’t feel like I was being torn to shreds, but it damned sure felt different than Kyle’s dick. I closed my eyes and took a short choppy breath as I bit my lower lip, hoping in time it would become a little less painful.

  “Just go…”

  “…slow,” I sighed.

  “I won’t hurt ya if that’s what you’re worried about, but listen up,” he said as he leaned forward, pressing his massive chest onto my back.

  His beard pressed lightly against my cheek. I felt his breath against my jaw as he continued to slowly push further and further into me. The feeling was an extremely strange sensual pain unlike anything I had ever experienced. As his warm breath encompassed my ear goosebumps rose along my arm. I tilted my head to the side as my entire right side began to tingle.

  “I’m in charge. Me. You’re getting’ fucked and I’m doin’ the fuckin’. You need to understand that. We clear?” he breathed into my ear.

  “Jesus…yes, I understand,” I murmured.

  “Good, and don’t forget it,” he breathed against my neck.

  “Won’t. I won’t,” I sighed.

  Slowly, carefully, cautiously, almost magically, he withdrew his cock from inside of me. As I opened my eyes and exhaled, I felt it slowly begin to fill me again. As I bit my lip and prepared for the pain, he pulled back. A few slow short strokes later, I relaxed, exhaling heavily onto the countertop. Although I hadn’t realized I was tense, the almost immediate relaxation of my muscles made clear my degree of apprehension regarding his huge cock. The process continued with short slow strokes for a few minutes, and the pain was entirely gone.

  Being bent over the kitchen island with a big tattooed burly biker fucking me from behind on the night I met him sounded wild and crazy, but it wasn’t so bad. The kindness of his sexual approach was a nice change from what I was used to, and definitely not what I had expected.

  Maybe bad boys aren’t so bad after all.

  “Lift your left leg up a little,” he said as I felt his hand against my right inner thigh.

  Half hypnotized by his slow strokes and the feeling of his fat cock inside of me, I opened my eyes and gazed blankly into the kitchen.

  “Huh?”

  He leaned forward and pressed his beard heavily against my neck.

  “Don’t make me keep repeating myself, Kat. Lift up your fuckin’ leg,” he growled against my ear.

  Not knowing what he meant, but afraid of pissing him off, I lifted my leg slightly. As I did, his hand grasped my lower calf and raised my leg a few feet from the floor.

  “Kick it up on the countertop,” he said flatly as he continued to slowly fill me with his throbbing shaft.

  “Whaaa?” I muttered, feeling totally lost at what he wanted me to do.

  He gripped my head in his massive hand and turned it to the side, pressing his face against my cheek as he did so. The roughness was a little more of what I was used to with Kyle, and definitely a turn on. Now with his mouth totally enveloping my right ear, he growled into my ear.

  “You never been bent over the kitchen counter before?” he breathed.

  His warm breath against my ear caused me to moan in anticipation, “Uhhm. No.”

  “Well, I’ll make sure you don’t forget this anytime soon,” he growled as his hand slid down to my ankle.

  “Throw your leg up on the counter,” he demanded.

  Without question, I raised my right leg and kicked my foot onto the countertop. As I resituated my left foot, and shuffled a little further away from the island, I bent my leg and pressed my knee onto the cool surface of the counter. Gripping the edge of the granite in my hands tightly with my chest slightly raised from the counter, I wondered what was next.

  Not near as slowly, but in a very predict
able manner, he began to fuck me. As I inhaled a deep breath and widened my eyes, I decided the niceties had been cast aside.

  “You like that big cock?” he asked as he pressed his chest against my back.

  “Uh huh?” I grunted in return.

  “You got a nice little pussy,” he growled, “I’m going to stretch it out and make that little fucker mine.”

  Oh god.

  “God damned right. My little pussy,” he moaned as he released my hip and slapped my ass lightly.

  Oh hell yes.

  “I’m going to ruin you. You know that, right?” he asked as he began to increase his pace and force.

  “Uh huh?” I grunted, knowing full well I wasn’t far from being ruined already.

  “Sexy little bitch,” he said as he slapped my ass a little harder.

  “Oh hell yes,” I moaned.

  “You like that?” he asked as he slapped my ass again, much harder than before.

  I coughed a breath as my eyes widened from the slap, “Yes,” I shouted.

  “Tell me what you want, you little bitch,” he said as he forced his cock deep inside of me and held it on place.

  “Slap my ass,” I bellowed.

  With each forceful stroke of his cock his hand came down against my ass in the same spot. After about six strokes and an equal amount of slaps, my right butt cheek was on fire and my pussy was beginning to tingle from the inside out. As I felt his hand against my ankle, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the orgasm which began to rush through me.

  His hand lifted my ankle from the counter, and began stretching my leg high into the air.

  No, no, don’t move me, I was getting ready to…

  With my ankle gripped tightly in his right hand, he held my leg almost straight in the air. Now fucking me at an odd angle, and fucking me deeper than before, the tip of his cock pounded into and past my g-spot with each stroke. An entirely new feeling, and a very satisfying on indeed, I bit my lower lip and let him continue to do what he seemed to be extremely good at.

  Fucking me.

  “You know what I call this?” he asked.

  Afraid to break my sexual concentration, I shook my head, but didn’t respond.