by Sara Crest
“Well seeing that your bike was perfectly fine I’m gonna guess that’s not what happened.”
“What if I told you that I fell down the stairs as I was rushing out of my temporary town apartment to come and save you” he said with a smirk.
“Would explain some of your bruises but not all” I said.
He lightly grabbed my wrist and moved it away from him so that he could look me in the eye.
“What if I told you that I left your house earlier to go to a meth lab and destroy it, nearly taking a bullet several times, and ending the lives of low life scum who use your town’s corrupt police as a safe heaven for pumping crystal into the city of Boston.”
I looked deep into his eyes and I could feel my heart racing again. I wasn’t expecting all of that, I guess in the back of my mind I had doubted him and wanted to believe that he really did get these cuts from an accident. But as I glanced down at his right hand I noticed that his would be trigger finger looked bruised and sore, not to mention his knuckles looked scraped as if he had been in a fist fight. He really was telling the truth.
We stood there in silence, him gripping my wrist firmly as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Have… Have you… Have you ever-”
“Killed someone?” he said finishing my sentence.
I slowly nodded my head, not breaking eye contact.
“I’ve ended the lives of more men than I can count” he said.
I had let a killer into my home. I was standing half naked in front of a 6’5 killer, a man who sat there not only with blood on his hands figuratively but with the fresh blood of another man on his knuckles. Those red splotches on his shirt couldn’t all be his. I should run, I should cover my body up and run over to the nearest house and beg for them to take me in for my own safety. Yet something was pulling me into him, something was telling me to stay, maybe it was the fear of those other men rushing through me, maybe it was the alcohol I had drank before he came over, or maybe it was because I kept feeling shivers all over my body whenever our eyes met but I knew I wanted him. He might have been a killer but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to Sven. It was strange because I was never into the bad boy type in fact I’ve turned down quite a few in college, but he had something else about him that was just driving me wild, even before learning who he really was. Was it that all the other bad boys I had met were phonies and he was the real deal? Was it because he wasn’t afraid to solve problems with action while all the others just had the looks but nothing to back it up.
He stood up quickly and backed me against the wall. Pinning my hands over my head and holding me in place.
“So, are you going to tell anyone?” he whispered, maintaining his deep gaze.
“Why would I do that?” I whispered back at him.
I saw him looking at my breasts heaving against my t-shirt, he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He wanted me, and I wanted him.
“Can’t imagine why a woman would want a murderer in her bathroom, pinning her against the wall with the hands I used to pull the trigger to my gun just two hours ago.”
His eyes kept alternating between my eyes and my heaving breasts, I could feel the heat coming from his body as he moved his face just inches away from mine. I look up at his muscular arms as he forcefully held me in place, a single vein went from his wrist and all the way up his bicep before disappearing into his t shirt.
I could hear my heart in my ears playing me a symphony of beats that almost drowned out our combined heavy breathing.
I couldn’t believe I was this close to a murderer, a murderer in my own home whose lips were just a few inches away from mine.
“Maybe I’m willing to risk it, maybe I’m too afraid to be alone for the night. What if those men come back and I’m all alone? I need someone to stay up with me all night, someone who can protect me.”
He pulled me in, intertwining his lips with mine as he held me against the wall, sending shockwaves of longing and lust throughout my body. I couldn’t believe it, just hours ago these hands were pulling a trigger, now they were holding me against my own bathroom wall as he took what he wanted.
He grabbed my shirt by the collar and tore it off of me, revealing my breasts to him.
I grabbed him by his shirt and led him to my room, kissing him and rubbing his body along the way. I pulled him into my room and he pushed me onto the bed, taking his shirt off the showing off his muscular and toned body.
I bit my lip as I admired his body all over, no man I had ever been with was even close to looking that good.
He had a few tattoos on his chest and core, as he walked over to me I traced them all with my fingers as I moved my hand down his chest until I reached his belt.
I slowly began to unbuckle his belt, seeing a massive bulge quickly growing in his jeans as I could barely contain my excitement.
I undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing the largest cock I had ever laid my eyes on.
I took it into my hands, I couldn’t even fully wrap my fingers around it. I stroked it back and forth and listened to him moan, feeling its warmth in my hand as I began to kiss it all along its base and breath in his manly scent.
He pushed me onto the bed, grabbing my panties and pulling them off of me and positioning himself over top of me.
He kissed me and I could feel my heart racing. I couldn’t believe that I had a naked biker that I just met on top of me, a man who just ended the life of other men, a man who was a big player in his gang. I couldn’t believe that his massive cock dangling in between his legs as he kissed me again and again, that he wanted me and that he was only seconds away from taking me.
I felt him begin to rub the tip of his cock rubbing against the opening of my pussy, I grabbed his muscular and thick shoulders as he slowly began to push his cock into me.
I gasped as I felt the pleasure of his cock sliding inside me, it was so big that it almost felt as if he was going to split me in two. I brought his mouth to mine and kissed him as I felt inch after inch enter into my tight pussy, I hadn’t felt the touch of a man in so long and I already knew he was going to be the best I ever had.
After a few seconds his cock was all the way inside of me, I looked down in astonishment to see that he was somehow able to fit himself into me.
He slowly start to pump his cock into me, my wet pussy already began to coat his massive shaft as he started to take me again and again.
He pinned my hands above my head, holding me down with the fingers he had used to pull trigger who knows how many times. He began thrusting his whole body into me as I let moans escape from my mouth before he silenced them by kissing me.
We moaned into each other’s lips, his kiss was warm and gentle but his thrusts were almost primal. He took me in a way that no man had ever taken me before, each thrust had power behind it, like he was really trying to take me.
“Oh fuck Sven you feel so good deep inside of me” I whispered into his ear. I couldn’t believe that a real gang member was deep inside of me, giving me the best ride of my entire life.
He let one of my hands go and wrapped it lightly around my throat, I bit my lip as he continued to thrust deep into me. I ran my finger down his tattoos and scars, feeling how thick his muscles felt as sweat began to bead and run down our pleasure filled bodies.
Every pump of his cock sent me to pleasurable places I never felt before, I felt things I didn’t even know were possible.
He pulled out of me, all I could do was lay there and gasp as I immediately felt empty. He flipped me over so that my ass was in the air and then climbed on top of me from behind. He slid his massive cock back into my tight pussy and I let out a moan as he laid on top of me and took me from behind.
His weight on top of me felt amazing, it felt like I was with a real man. He held me down by my hands and kissed me along the side of my neck as he thrust into me to his heart’s desire. With every thrust he grunted in pleasure
as I looked at his muscular arms that held me down.
His thick biceps flexed every time he thrust into me, I tried to move my arms just to test him but he held me down with ease. I was all his no matter what and I loved it.
I could smell his manly scent as he fucked me and I could already begin to feel a warmth growing deep down inside my core.
I felt his cock swell within me as he fucked me harder and harder, moaning louder as we both came closer to finishing each other off.
The heat exploded throughout my whole body and I began shaking, moaning as loud as I could as waves of mind warping pleasure shocked my whole body. I opened my mouth and sound could no longer come out as I closed my eyes and felt every inch of him. I came all over his cock, coating his manhood, I was more wet than I had ever been in my life. My hips shook and chills went down my spine as I rode each wave of pleasure he gave me.
“Ohhhh fuck Sven” I softly moaned as each thrust sent more pleasure through my body than I had ever experienced before.
“Oh Emma I’m gonna cum, or fuck I’m gonna cum” he moaned as he let go of my wrists and held me down by the curve of my back, slapping and grabbing my ass hard. I felt his cock throbbing deep inside of me as he got closer and closer to finishing inside of me, I was about to let an older hardened biker finish deep inside of me and I wanted it more than anything else in the world.
“Give me everything Sven, I want you to feel good” I moaned.
“Oh fuck!” he yelled out as I felt his cock swell deep inside my tight pussy, he unleashed himself inside me and began filling me up again and again with his hot cum. With every load he pumped into me he gave out a moan, thrusting his cock as deep as he could into me until he had completely unloaded himself inside of me.
He pulled out of me and rolled over next to me, kissing me again and again as he rubbed his rough yet tender hands all over my sweat covered body.
I just let loose and fucked a biker, and it felt better than anything I had ever done in my life.
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(Sven)
I walked out of her bathroom and back into her bedroom. She was half asleep but I could see her eyeing me up as I walked closer to her. Her eyes went from my chest, down my core and stopping only to look at the few tattoos I had near my abs until her vision finally rested on my spent cock swaying half erect between my legs. Even at half mast I was big enough to make most guys jealous.
I walked up the bed and she reached out to touch me, running her hand down my abs to my legs, circling her finger around my cock before taking it in her grip and lightly stroking it from the base to the tip.
I looked down at her gorgeous naked body, her hips and ass that just begged for more of me, that mouth that I definitely wanted to see wrapped around my cock, nothing cleared my head like a nice hard fuck with a tight bodied young girl.
I climbed into bed on top of her, kissing her and eyeing the naked body that lay before me. It would take a few minutes before I’d be able to go again after all of that, no need to rush things.
I rolled off of her and lay beside her, pulling her in so that she had her head resting on my chest. I can’t remember the last time I had a woman actually laying on top of me like this. It wasn’t because I didn’t have the chance to it was because I would either kick them out of my bed when I was done with them or I’d tell them I was going to the bathroom and then sneak out of their apartments. I always wondered how long they’d wait for me to come back, laying in that bed more satisfied than they’d ever been in their life with the scent of my lips on their necks and their pussy full of everything that I gave them.
When I had walked out of Emma’s bathroom I didn’t even think about sneaking out, might be the first time the thought never crossed my mind. I wonder what it was about this girl that made me stay, even if it was just for now.
She ran her fingers through my hair, looking up at me while I looked out her window at the mountain view nearby. There was something about this town that calmed me, something that quieted the voices deep down inside me that reminded me of all the lives I’ve taken, all the mothers who no longer had a son, all the families I’ve destroyed in the name of the Freedom Riders. My Freedom Riders.
“Did you really kill men tonight?” she asked, bringing the faces of the men who I shot right back into my head. I couldn’t blame her, she was resting her head on the chest of a murderer, in all actuality she should be running from me out of fear for her life yet here she was.
“No… I killed scum. I killed people who produce a product that ruin lives even if.” I cut myself off, I couldn’t validate this to myself by saying these people ruined lives. I ruined lives, the Freedom Riders ruined lives because they peddled the shit to the people of Boston. I had no room to talk and I didn’t even want to talk about it with her. Not here and not yet.
“It’s something I try not to think about” I said pulling her closer into me.
“Can you at least tell me something about you then? Something about your life back in Boston? What do you do when you’re not riding with the Freedom Riders? What do you do when you’re not fighting in turf wars or whatever it is that you’re fighting for?”
What do I tell her? I do tell her everything? Part of me wanted to tell her everything, the only people who knew everything about me were in the ground or have been missing for years. Hell even Barron and Saul were on a need to know basis. Yeah I considered them my friends, brothers even, and I mean that as more than just club brothers.
I wasn’t ready, there was nothing that bound me to this girl just yet, if I told her about me now and it came back and bit me in the ass or hurt the Riders in some way I would never forgive myself. I had to see how serious about all of this she actually was.
“You already know a few things about me” I said trying to deflect the question. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself, all I know about you is that you live here with your mom and sister-”
“Half sister” she said correcting me.
“Right, half sister. I also know that you don’t want to be here in this town.”
“What makes you say that?” she asked me.
It was my job to read people, to know how they were feeling and to know if they were telling the truth to me or not. I could tell as soon as I laid eyes on this girl when I sat down at that bar that she didn’t want to be here. Why else would she go to a bar that early, drink to herself while reading that old notebook of hers, and then get up and leave at the first sign of human contact.
She rolled over and sighed, staring up at the ceiling.
“I don’t want to be in this town because a lot of bad things happened to me here. Even if the source of that negativity is gone there are so many reminders of it in this house… in my family… I just want to go far away from here. I want to not think about these thoughts anymore.”
She reminded me of myself, maybe that’s why I felt some kind of connection with her. The difference was that she wanted to leave all the reminders of her past problems behind. I had my reminders trapped inside of me, and almost every night I would desperately try to drown those reminders in beer and whiskey. Even if I left the Freedom Riders, something that I didn’t think I could ever do, my problems would follow me to the ends of the earth.
“I was so close” she continued as I looked at her face lit up by the moonlight. “I was so close to being off and on my own, just a few mistakes and suddenly I’m right back here. Right back where I started with no idea what to do. Now with those men who I don’t even know just waiting outside my house I just have one more thing to worry about. I have no idea what’s even going on anymore. I just want to be far away from all of this, I just want to forget about everything that’s ever hurt-”
I pulled her in by her wrist and kissed her, interrupting her speech by wrapping my lips around hers. She ran her hand down the stubble on my face as she moaned softly into my mouth. I still wanted to know more about her, but right now I think we both needed a distraction, and I knew the perfect o
ne.
I pulled her on top of me and she began grinding into me with her hips as we kissed. I could already feel myself getting ready for another go.
She broke our kiss and straddled me, positioning herself just above my already rock hard cock.
This was gonna be a good distraction.
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