Hack: Silver Saints MC

by Fiona Davenport

  He skimmed his cheek against the inside of my thigh, the prickle from his scruff sending goose bumps along my skin. “Yes, please.”

  “Can’t fucking wait to hear you scream yes while I’m making you come.” He tugged my panties down my legs before hooking his arms under my thighs to spread them wider. He didn’t give me the chance to feel embarrassed about my nudity. His head dipped low, and he used his lips, teeth, and tongue to drive me to the edge. My head pressed against the mattress while my hips jerked up.

  “The way you make me feel,” I whimpered, my hands threading through his hair to press his face closer to my pussy. “I had no idea anything could feel this good.”

  “Come for me, and I’ll make it even better,” he growled before burying his tongue inside me. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and intense pleasure roared through my body as he flicked his thumb over my clit. My hips rocked against him, and I rode his face through my orgasm. When the shudders stopped and I melted against the mattress, Hack went up onto his knees and shoved his jeans down his legs. My eyes widened at the sight of his dick. It was long, thick, and hard. There was a drop of pre-come at the tip, and I licked my lips while wondering what he’d taste like. “I’m looking forward to having your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, but that’ll have to wait for a day when I have some fucking control so I don’t shoot down your throat the second I feel your wet mouth on me.”

  I pouted up at him as he settled between my legs, but my lips formed a perfect O when the thick crown of his dick nudged my entrance, making me gasp. He notched it inside me, and my pussy clenched around the invasion. “Holy fuck,” he grunted. “Your pretty pussy is going to feel like a velvet fist gripping my cock.”

  “Only if you fit,” I panted, my body bracing for the pain I knew was about to come.

  He skimmed his palm up the back of my thigh and lifted my leg to press my knee close to my chest. “You were made to take my cock. Trust me, baby.”

  “I do,” I whispered, wiggling my hips a little when he didn’t move any farther.

  He pushed another inch inside me, and I froze. The pain wasn’t as bad as I expected, but then he reared back and thrust deep, tearing through the proof of my innocence and filling me all the way. Tears welled in my eyes, but then he pinched my clit, and I felt a jolt of electricity race through me. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good for saving that sweet cherry for me.”

  He pulled back an inch, his finger still working my clit as he ground back against me.

  “Hack,” I moaned.

  He paused. “You call me Barrett, baby. Especially when I’m inside you.”

  “More, Barrett,” I whispered, staring deep into his sexy brown eyes.

  He smiled, seeming pleased by my response, then he began to move again. He speared me with his huge cock over and over again until I was writhing beneath him and chanting, “Please, please, please.”

  “That’s right, baby. I want to hear how good I make you feel,” he rasped, his hips keeping a steady rhythm. My body was taut, and the orgasm building in me felt as though it was going to be huge. I held my breath, and my heart raced in my chest. He was holding my hips as he slammed in and out of me. His balls slapped against my butt with each powerful thrust, and his finger circled my clit.

  He held me still, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough that I knew it was going to leave a mark—making me burn hotter. I took what he had to give until something inside me snapped. “Barrett,” I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders as I flew apart.

  “That’s right, baby. Milk my cock,” he grunted, his hips still moving as he pumped in and out of me until his cock jerked. I felt the hot splash of his come filling me up, and it triggered another orgasm. He dropped on top of me, pressing me into the mattress for a moment before he rolled onto his back and took me with him. I felt the hammering of his heart against my chest, and it was beating as fast as mine. He was still inside me, and our combined releases trickled out around him. He’d taken me without a condom, but I didn’t have a single regret. I could too easily picture my belly round with his child, and for the first time since I’d witnessed the crime that changed my life, I was grateful because that crazy mess had brought Hack to me.

  8

  Hack

  As I came out of the deepest sleep I’d had in years, I wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven. Which was highly unlikely given the choices I’d made in life. Not that I regretted a single one, because they all led me here.

  I was wrapped around a soft body that smelled fucking delicious and tasted even better. Paisley stirred, and her cute little ass wiggled against my morning wood, which was now wide-awake. Images from the night before played in my head, and I was immediately ready for another round. Being inside my woman was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The only thing holding me back was knowing she’d been a virgin, and I’d foolishly taken her three times last night. She had to be sore.

  She shifted again, and I moved my hand from where it had been splayed on her stomach to brush her hair back so I could trail my lips over the silky skin of her shoulder and neck. “Hmmm,” she sighed. “Good morning.”

  “Yes, it is,” I mumbled. She giggled, and the sound brought a smile to my face. “How’re you feeling, baby?”

  “Awesome,” she sighed again.

  I chuckled and nipped at her shoulder, making her shiver, which only made me want to see her shaking while she came even more. Telling myself to calm the fuck down, I slowly slid my arm out from under her head and gave her neck one last kiss. She made a little noise of protest, and I almost caved. “You’ve gotta be sore, baby.” She flopped onto her back and pouted as I slipped out of bed. I chuckled because she was just so damn adorable, and I planted a quick kiss on her plump lips. “Gonna run a bath for you, baby,” I told her as I forced myself to turn away and yank on my boxers before heading to the bathroom.

  After starting the water and making sure the temperature was right, I padded back out to the bedroom. Paisley was watching me with green eyes glittering with lust. “You’re killing me, baby,” I said with a shake of my head. She grinned and patted the empty spot beside her on the bed. I steeled myself against temptation and commanded my dick to stand down. He wasn’t interested in what I had to say, and the obvious tent in my underwear had Paisley grinning.

  Once I was at the side of the bed, I bent down and scooped her into my arms. I didn’t miss the small wince, despite her efforts to hide it. I gave her an I told you so look, and she blushed. “So maybe I’m a little sore.” Her petulant expression made me laugh, melting it into a smile. “I love the sound of your laughter.”

  I raised a brow as we reached the tub, and I set her on her feet. “Yeah?”

  She nodded. “It’s sexy.”

  I laughed again, and it occurred to me that I’d laughed more in the past day than I had in the past several years. “I’ll keep that in mind.” I winked at her, and her cheeks turned pink. “How can you be blushing when I explored every inch of this delectable body last night and had you screaming my name?” I teased.

  Paisley shrugged, and when her tits bounced with the movement, she seemed to have just realized that she was naked. She gasped and reached for a towel, but I snatched it out of her hands.

  “You don’t hide this body from me, baby. It’s mine to look at, mine to taste, and mine to fuck, whenever I feel like it.” I ran my hands from her shoulders to cup her breasts and thumbed her nipples, making her shiver again. “These sexy tits are mine”—I dropped one hand and shoved it between her legs to cup her pussy—“and this pretty pussy is mine. All of you. Mine.”

  She moaned when I dipped a finger inside her and lowered my head to lick the nipple of the globe I was cupping. “You’re my property, Paisley. My old lady. And when we get home, you’re gonna wear my cut so every son of a bitch in the world knows it. Because I’m a possessive motherfucker, and I don’t share. ”

  “Your property?” She sounded like she was trying to be i
ndignant, but the effect was ruined when she grabbed my biceps and thrust her pelvis more, trying to force my digit farther inside her.

  “Damn fucking straight,” I growled. My hand retreated, and I flicked her clit in warning. I’d made sure to be very clear with her last night that I was in charge in the bedroom. I chose the pace, and she would come only when I gave her permission. But her hips chased my finger. “You’re gonna earn yourself a red ass if you keep that up.”

  Paisley licked her lips, and her green eyes turned curious while her cheeks filled with crimson. “Aw, fuck,” I groaned. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?” Now I was dying to see her on her hands and knees with her pussy dripping and the globes of her bottom sporting pink handprints. I needed to end this, or I was gonna end up taking her against the wall and slowing down her recovery. The bath was still running, and it would be fuller than I wanted any second, so I reached around her and rotated the handle to stop the flow.

  As I was straightening back up, Paisley leaned over and nibbled my ear while her hand circled my dick. I groaned, and she squeezed her small hand around as much of my considerable girth as she could. “Oh, fuck, baby,” I grunted as I placed one hand on her hip and wrapped the other around hers. “You gotta stop. I’m only so strong.” She squeezed again, and my hand involuntarily guided hers up and down my shaft, making me moan. Then she shocked the fuck out of me by dropping to her knees and wrapped her pouty lips around the angry, red tip of my cock, making me shout, “Fuck!” She looked up at me with uncertainty and began to pull back. It got me hot as fuck to realize she’d never done this before either. She wasn’t sure what to do.

  I threaded my fingers in her thick, red hair and held her head in place. “Suck it, baby. Yeah, just like that. Oh fuck, that’s good.” She swirled her tongue around the head before sucking hard, and little black spots danced in front of my eyes. Still, I needed more.

  My hand fisted in her hair and tilted her head back while I slowly thrust into her hot, wet mouth. When I reached the very back, she gagged a little but didn’t try to pull back. “Good girl,” I praised. “You look so fucking hot on your knees with my cock in your pretty mouth.” I retreated an inch, then pushed to the back of her mouth again. “Relax your jaw, baby,” I instructed. When she did, I slid in until my tip was practically down her throat. “Now, swallow.” Again, she did as I commanded, and I nearly came right then. “Fuck, yeah. Your mouth feels almost as good as your pussy.” My hands began to guide her head up and down as I jacked in and out of her mouth, groaning louder every time she swallowed me whole.

  My pelvis took on a life of its own, and soon, I was fucking her mouth with hard, fast thrusts, but my girl took it like a champ. She licked and sucked with hollowed-out cheeks. It was almost hard to believe this was her first time, but she had an awkward innocence that told me she instinctively knew what to do because she was born to take my cock. Finally, I was near the edge and knew if I didn’t pull her off my dick, I’d come down her throat, and I didn’t want to waste any of my come.

  That little voice warned me about her raw pussy, but I was too far gone to listen. I yanked her hair back and withdrew my cock. She started to argue but was cut off when I shoved my hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet before slamming my mouth down over hers. I grabbed her ass and hoisted her up, driving deep into her sex as her legs locked around my waist. Stumbling in the unfamiliar space, I managed to get her pressed against the wall so I could pound in and out at a frantic pace, needing her to come before I exploded. Paisley’s head thumped as it dropped, and she cried out. “Barrett! Oh, yes! Yes!”

  “Fuck, baby. How are you even fucking tighter than last night? Oh, fuck!” Her pussy walls contracted, and she bucked her hips forward, meeting every thrust. I buried my face in her neck and growled, “Yeah, baby. Squeeze that pussy. Oh, shit! Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby, fuck my cock.”

  She was shaking with need, and her muscles were trembling around my shaft. She was close. I dropped my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth while I shifted to angle her lower body and make sure I hit her clit with every thrust. “Come, Paisley,” I commanded. I grasped her ass cheeks hard and gently inserted the tip of my pinky into her puckered hole. She gasped, but it turned into a scream that echoed off the tiled walls as she flew apart.

  With both holes being worked, her sex clamped down on my cock so hard I was surprised I was even able to get out and back in a few more times. It wasn’t easy, but it was an ecstasy like no other. Finally, I slammed into her and bottomed out, the tip of my member bumping up against her cervix, and I roared as my body detonated and come erupted from my cock. “Paisley! Fuck! Fuck!” The thought of my seed filling her unprotected womb made me come even harder, and more and more of it jetted out until it was spilling out and running down her thighs. I groaned as I softened inside her, though it wasn’t much. I was always semi-hard at the thought of her, and when she was near, I was always ready to bury myself inside her.

  “Woman, I should spank your ass until it’s so raw you won’t be able to sit for a week,” I grunted.

  Paisley’s pussy contracted, and I groaned before pulling out and setting her down. I knew if I didn’t, I’d take her again right then and there before we’d even come all the way down from our climaxes. “Why?” she asked with an innocent and totally fake expression.

  “You know exactly why, you little minx. I told you we needed to wait until you’ve given your body some time to heal, and you deliberately disobeyed me.”

  She pouted and trailed one finger down my chest. I caught it before she reached my rapidly swelling dick. “I was feeling empty and wanted to know what you tasted like.”

  Fucking hell. This woman was going to be the death of me. “You don’t call the shots, baby,” I reminded her. “Normally, you want my cock, and all you have to do is ask—or begging is even better. But in this case, it was for your own good.”

  A loud banging on the door interrupted anything else either one of us might have said, and I glared at the door as though they could see my displeasure through it. When I heard Dom yell out my name, I sighed. “Get in the bath while I take care of this.” I helped her into the tub and scowled at her when she winced as she gingerly sat in the water. It had started to cool off, so I crouched down and opened the drain to let some of it out and turned the faucet back on. Dom called out again, and I shouted, “Keep your fucking panties on, asshole. I’m coming.”

  “Pretty sure you finished that up already. If the screaming and shouting in there was any indication.” Dom’s tone was smug, and I ground my teeth together, my hands itching to break his nose.

  Paisley gasped and was beet red as she slid down under the water as though it would hide her. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I fixed the drain and turned off the faucet. Then I kissed the top of her head before standing. “Relax, baby. I’ll be right back.”

  I shut the bathroom door behind me, then grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on before stalking across the room. Dom was grinning cockily when I wrenched open the door, and I immediately wiped it off with my fist.

  “Shit!” he exclaimed as he cradled his jaw. “Damn, motherfucker.” He didn’t call me out on it, though, because we both knew he deserved it.

  “Only reason you still have balls is because I like your old lady and know she wants more kids.”

  Dom chuckled and shook his head, but then his expression turned serious. “Heard through the grapevine that IA already acted on the evidence we sent. They went to John’s house to pick him up, but he wasn’t there. Figured you could track him down, and we can call in a tip.”

  My brow furrowed, pissed as fuck at the idea of John Clark getting away with any of this shit. “Give me twenty.” He took a step forward, clearly taking that as an invitation. But no one was stepping foot in this room with my woman naked on the other side of the flimsy bathroom door. He must have caught my glance in her direction because he grinned. “I’ll text you,” I grunted and slammed the door
in his face, leaving him laughing on the other side.

  I returned to check on my girl, and the sight of her wet, naked body in the sudsy water made my dick weep that we couldn’t join her. “Got to do some work, baby,” I told her gently. “Call me when you’re ready to get out.”

  She rolled her eyes and grabbed the bar of soap from the edge of the tub. “I’m perfectly capable—”

  I ran my hand down the back of her hair and bent to kiss her mouth shut. “Never said you weren’t. I just want to take care of my woman. That okay with you?”

  Paisley sighed and looked up at me with dreamy eyes, making me smile. “Sure.”

  I quickly kissed her again, then walked back into the room, leaving the bathroom door open so I could keep an eye on her, and got to work. Ten minutes later, I had John’s location. The idiot was driving his own car and had parked it outside the cabin he owned less than forty-five minutes away.

  Paisley called out to me, and I sent the info to Benji so he could handle the tip while I focused on my girl. After helping her out of the bath and drying her off, I carried her to the bed and set her on the side. I set her bags beside her, and she started digging around, looking for clothes. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a sheer pink top that showed a hint of her pink lace bra when she put it on.

  “Absolutely not,” I growled as I stalked over and practically ripped the shirt off her.

  “Hey! I like that shirt.”

  “Get over it,” I stated as I rooted around in her bag. I came up with a long-sleeved, sweater type thing that looked as though it would come to mid-thigh and threw it at her. She sighed and pulled it over her head, then stood. I was right about the length and while her legs were sexy as fuck, there was far too much of them showing. She picked up her jeans and folded them, confusing me. “Put on your pants, baby. The guys will be here any minute.”