by Amy Faye
My heart stopped then and there. “Excuse me, sir?” I said, stepping towards the man who turned to look up at me. His hair was gray but he was probably only about 50, maybe 60 years old.
“Yes, son?”
“Uh, sorry to bother you.” I stuck my hand out. “My name is Brant. I was wondering why you were putting your gym up for sale?”
The sadness in his eyes even broke my heart. “I just can't afford it anymore. My wife died of cancer left year. We tried to fight it, and I have the bills to show for it.”
It was so clear to me. There was a door in front of me that I had never noticed before, and it was suddenly opened. “Viv,” I said, turning around to face her. She looked confused. “Stay here while I talk to this man for a moment.”
“My name is David,” he said.
I nodded. “David, could I speak with you inside?”
He led me into the building. “I'm interested in buying your gym, for full price. And I'd also like to keep you on as co-owner, because I don't know how to run a business.”
He raised his thick eyebrows at me. “Are you sure about that, son?”
“Yes. I am. I'm a former MMA fighter and my girlfriend is pregnant. I'm looking for a way to use my talents without smashing in faces.”
David considered me for a few moments, and for a second I thought he might refuse me, but then he nodded. “I suppose I'd rather have someone like you buy it. And you're sure you want to keep me on?”
“Absolutely. I think if we work together, we could make this a very profitable business.”
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“What was that all about?” I asked him. He came out of the building grinning, shaking David's hand.
“I just bought this place,” he answered with a grin.
I didn't know what to say. I just squeaked out a “What?”
“Yeah. I don't know, it just felt like fate. I saw David and I just knew, I knew that we took this walk for a reason. This is what I'm going to do, Viv.” He took me by the shoulders. He was so happy. “I'm going to run a gym, and teach others how to fight. There are a lot of kids around here that could use a gym that caters to them while still being serious, and I'm keeping David on to help me figure it all out. Everyone wins.”
Seeing him so excited, so happy, made my heart swell. “That's awesome!” I chirped, leaping into his arms for a hug. “I'm so proud of you!”
“Do you think we can make this work?” He asked. David waved to us as he left.
I nodded. “I do. I know we can. Now we just have to clean out my mom's house and get it up on the market. Plus, we need to find someplace nearby.”
“I'll still have plenty of money left after I buy and refurnish this gym. About half, actually. So let's enjoy our week here, and we can look at apartments, too.”
I nodded, taking his hand. We walked close to one another, just enjoying the cool night air. Everything was falling into place. I was with the man I was meant to be with, and he was putting his life back together.
All we needed to do was to work hard.
As we returned to our hotel room, I was feeling giddy and excited. “We're going to have an awesome life,” I said, more to myself than to Brant.
He swept me up into his arms and kissed me hard. “Yes we are,” he answered, kissing me again. I stepped away from him and admired the hard, sharp lines of his muscular body. His thick legs, his strong arms. All of that was mine.
Brant leaned in, looking down at me like a wolf looks at a hare. I stopped breathing, for just a second.
I closed my eyes. He tipped my head up, slowly, running his fingers down my neck. I shivered, easing closer to his hot body. Brant's tongue flicked between my lips, prodding me to open my mouth. He invaded it, his sweet saliva mixing with mine.
He picked me up in his powerful arms, laying me out on the couch. Touching his forehead to mine for just a second, he looked into my eyes. “Let's have some fun.”
I nodded with a gulp, my body still tense. His long fingers popped the buttons of my blouse, one by one. Leaning forward, his lips explored my neck. Teeth dug into my skin, making me gasp and grab hold of Brant.
Pushing my shirt aside, he revealed my bra. Black and lacy, with a clasp on the front hidden by a bow. He took each side and slowly undid it with ease. The cups were slowly peeled away from my breasts until both of my pink nipples were unveiled.
He drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making me moan. I reached down, rubbing his cock through his pants. He was already hard, and huge! Working to push his pants down, I finally got my hand around his cock. Every time I touched it, it seemed bigger than before.
I rubbed up and down the shaft, amazed that it fit inside of me. It grew even larger and harder. I was practically salivating as I pulled him closer to me, making his mouth leave my breast. I licked the tip of his cock and enjoyed his moan. Then I took the whole thing down my throat.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, his hand on my head. “You're fucking good at this.”
Smiling around his cock, I bobbed my head and sucked hard. I went so deep that I ended up gagging on him, which turned me on. I did it again before pulling away.
“God, I was so close.” Then he grinned down at me. “but that's now how I want to cum, anyway.”
I realized how fucking hot it was for him to cum in me. There wasn't any danger anymore, I was already knocked up, but I wanted his seed inside of me. I wanted him to fill my womb.
“Stand up,” he said.
Feeling like a dirty whore and absolutely loving it, I did as I was told. I bent over the couch, spreading my legs and looking back. “You want me like this? With my ass up?” I arched my back, presenting my pussy to Brant. It was so dirty but so sexy.
Reaching below myself, I spread my pussy and bit my bottom lip to muffle a groan of pleasure.
Brant's eyebrows shot up. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. Rubbing his cock against my pussy lips, he made me arch my back more. I wanted to desperately to be filled by him.
His hot skin pressed against my clit. I pushed against him, wanting to feel more of him, to experience more of his pleasure.
Just when things started to feel really good, Brant pulled away. I whimpered with disappointment, wiggling my butt and looking back at him. Grinning, he pressed himself against my hold and prepared to enter me.
Though I was afraid it might hurt, I was more excited and desperate to finally have him inside of me. Brant looked down at me, rubbing my ass cheek gently. He pressed into me, not too rough. Just right.
The feeling inside of me was indescribable. Like off of my nerves with shivering. My fingers clenched and my toes curled at the fullness, the aching pleasure and pain.
Pulling out, Chet pounded back into my cunt with loud grunts. His nails dug into my hips, forcing me back and forth onto him. He hit my cervix, but it didn't hurt. It felt amazing. I wanted him so bad, and I needed him to cum in me.
I cried out as he bottomed out on me again. Brant let out a stream of curse words as he fucked me harder, faster. He held me so tight that I wouldn't be able to get away even if I wanted to.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, lowing my head and letting my wobbly elbows collapse under me. With my face buried into the couch, I let Chet do whatever he wanted to do to me. With a few final, brutal pushes he finally came deep within me.
I could feel the heat of his cum, the pulsating twitches of his spent member. I didn't want it to end. When he pulled out, I couldn't help but pout. My own orgasms came to a rolling end, and a soft bliss overtook the sharp ecstasy.
Brant let me go, and we both collapsed onto the floor. He looked at me with adoring eyes and a lopsided smile.
“We're going to raise some gorgeous, bad ass babies,” he said.
“Yeah, we are.”
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Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance
Amy Faye
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I can't help myself, looking down at Maguire's body beneath me. I can feel the heat, where we're pressed together. The way that she trembles, I can feel the need that she's feeling, need reflected in my own hardness.
I put a hand down on her back, pressing her body into the seat, and rub the head of my cock up and down her wet pussy. I push inside slowly, her arousal slick enough that I don't find much resistance against my invading cock.
Maguire groans out her pleasure, a pleasure that threatens even after so little to overwhelm me. Her pussy pressed in against my unprotected cock clutches at every part of it, fighting to stop me from pulling back out.
The sensation is almost too much as I pull back. When I slam forward again into her waiting pussy, Maguire lets out a loud groan of pleasure. I can't help but join her.
"Oh, fuck," I groan, starting to settle into a rhythm. With each pull out, I feel her pussy trying to pull me back in, and with each thrust in I feel as if I'm already impossibly close to orgasm.
I take a grip of her hips and use them as a handle to push into her harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh starting to echo through the bar around us. I don't care, and as far as I can tell, Maguire doesn't care, either. Not that she seems like she's in any state to worry about anything.
She shudders with pleasure as I pound my cock into her again, my grip starting to slip where her body is slick with sweat from the heat of the room mixing with the heat of arousal.
I can feel myself hitting her deepest parts, her body giving up its pleasure to me. I don't need to be given, though. I take what I want, forcing myself into her again and again.
Maguire is moaning out her pleasure again, unable to contain her voice even for a moment, now. Her voice rises with each thrust, and her lamentations as I pull out are given voice almost as loudly.
I push into her again, some primal instinct driving me to take a fist-full of her hair and pull her head back. Her back arches away from the bench, but she still cries out in pleasure beneath me.
"Don't stop." The words can barely make it out of her mouth between her moans and her ragged breath, but I don't need to be told.
I move her leg, forcing it up onto the raised floor under the booth, opening her hips more for my movements between them. I didn't think it was possible to drive into her any deeper, but I find the space.
My body cries out with need, every thrust driving me closer and closer to orgasm, bringing me closer to the edge. I drive into her, each thrust seeming to take me deeper than the last, to mark her as mine so that nobody else will ever be able to have her.
A dangerous part of me likes that idea. Likes the idea that nobody after this will ever be able to measure up to me. I take my grip on her hips again and use it to thrust as hard as I can, forcing her body to remember my shape with the power of each thrust.
Her hips stopped moving, but I can still see her hands, ineffectually scrabbling for something to get a grip on, something that will give her some sort of control or context on her surroundings.
I reach down and take that hand in my own, pulling her shoulders back tight. She arches away from the cushion again, her hips pressing back against my invading cock now, a new dimension that I hadn't even considered or imagined.
I can feel her tightening down on me for what feels like the third or fourth time, and where I had thought that Maguire was out of energy and couldn't muster the strength to keep fucking the way we had been, she seemed to find something more.
Her body seemed to sense my approaching orgasm, and she seemed to know that any minute now, I would be letting loose an orgasm inside her waiting, fertile womb.
That thought drives me to thrust into her with renewed vigor, and her body seems to be matching my intensity, meeting each thrust with her hips pushing back, letting a loud 'slap' of flesh-on-flesh ring out every time I take her.
I can feel my body tensing, can feel myself losing the control that lets me keep a steady rhythm. Need begins to overtake my control, forcing me to take each thrust as I can get it.
The rhythm breaks, and now I have nothing more than desire and the sensation that any moment I'll pass over the crest and finally fulfill the nagging need inside me.
One last push inside and my vision goes dark, my eyes forcing themselves shut as a powerful orgasm rips through my body, the two of us still joined as I cum hard, one long potent strand of cum after another shooting into her.
Maybe I shouldn't have done it. I don't care. My body starts to relax, the fire that had taken over my body starting to ebb away. I lean forward to press a kiss against the nape of Maguire's neck, laying still there for a moment before pulling out of her.
A drop of cum follows with me, spilling out and onto the floor, just something else I'm going to have to clean up when all this is over.
Maguire lays there for a long minute, panting and trying to catch her breath, before turning herself over in the bench.
"That was—"
I smile at her, lazily palming one of her breasts as it pools on her chest. A woman always looks her best on her back, like that. Something stirs deep inside me, a renewed interest that I haven't decided yet whether or not to refuse.
"Yes, it was," I agree. My thumb passes over her nipple, and it hardens immediately, already trained to follow my orders. Maguire's body is more honest than she is, at least.
"We shouldn't have done it, though."
"Shut up," I tell her, my voice lacking even the edge of a threat.
She shuts up, and I smile down at her. She smiles back, a rare moment of tranquility and acquiescence. Maguire doesn't make any move for her clothing, and neither do I.
Something inside me says that I should take her again.
Chapter One
MAGUIRE
There's a fast food joint exactly forty feet away. I can't guarantee the distance, but I can feel it in my bones. I've always been good at judging distances, but under normal circumstances I would have paced it.
"What did you need to see me about, boss?"
I press the cup of the earphone against my ear, as if having it closer will make Beauchamp say the magic words sooner.
"Spider. Hey."
My stomach growls so loud I'm afraid Hawkins can hear it through the mic. 'Spider' is the dumbest name I've ever heard, but if Beauchamp buys it, then it doesn't much matter.
Only forty short feet to a big, juicy burger and a heaping plate of fries, and my stomach can sense I'm weak. Right now, though, of all times, is when I can't do a damn thing about it.
Danny's got the other earphone cup pressed against his ear, and we're sitting so close I can smell that he put on too much cologne to cover up the smell of having been in the back of a carpet cleaning van for three hours, and he'd probably be here for another three.
"We've got another shipment coming through, and I need to make sure that you've got guys on it."
"What are we shipping this time, boss?"
Hawkins is going to blow this whole fucking thing. I can hear it in his voice. He's losing it. I'm not going to let that happen.
"Back off," I say, quiet enough that there's no way Beauchamp hears it. "You're pushing too hard."
"Spider, you been with me, what, a year?"
"Sure, I guess."
I suck in a breath. The twisting growl in my stomach sets me on-edge, and I can feel the tension in the room through the headphone set. Danny's thick body tenses beside me. He can feel it, too. The question, was that digging too much.
"You know better than to ask what's in the crates."
"You're right, boss. I'm sorry, I'm still—"
Beauchamp's voice relaxes. "I know what you mean. You're still young. Just keep your nose clean, man."
"So where am I dropping this stuff off, at least?"
I listen close and hard. Our man in Los Diablos says there's a drop right on the
border tonight. A trade. It's circumstantial, but it'll be enough, if we can connect the dots.
Circumstantial is good enough, with Rico. If he just says the words, we've got him, and I can finally go get that juicy burger that fills my dreams and pulls another hard twist of hunger from my stomach.
Beauchamp doesn't give me what I need, doesn't say the magic words. "You coming by the bar, later?"
I can feel the deflection just as much as I can feel the hunger twisting inside me. I can almost see Beauchamp's face as he changes the subject.
As if I need it to imagine his face, I look up at the photo taped above the C.C.T.V. feed. It's a few years old, from back when he was caught running dope small-time through Cleveland.
That was the first time he slipped through my fingers, and it's about to happen again. At least, that's what he thinks. Well, I've got other plans.
But first, I need him to incriminate himself. Hunger pangs through me again and I slouch a little, feeling my breasts press into Danny's arm. He moves it without saying anything and my back springs straight like I've been slapped.
Two fucking headphones. Should've had two God damn headphones for a job like this, but budget cuts were always on the horizon, and nobody can seem to justify two pairs of god damned headphones for a bust almost two years in the making.
If Beauchamp just said the God damned words, I could go get my sandwich, and that's all I ever asked for, I tell myself.
Spider takes a long pause, and it takes me too long to realize he's waiting for something from us.
"Uh—shit. Tell him you've got to get to work before you can have fun."
Spider repeats it about verbatim.
The pause was too long. I can feel it, can feel the doubt in Beauchamp. I have to hope for Hawkins's sake that he figures out a way to ignore that doubt, because otherwise in a game like this people end up dead.