Vicious (Salvation’s Bane 1)

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by Marteeka Karland


  “You want them to watch me fuck you? Watch you come on my fuckin’ dick? I’ll come inside you so fuckin’ hard. They’ll all see my cum leakin’ out of you and know you’re mine. Hell, I might even have one of the club girls clean you up… with her tongue.”

  “Vicious!” This time, she screamed. His woman was a little wanton. An exhibitionist.

  “You’d love it, wouldn’t you,” he whispered harshly in her ear. “Would you let one of the girls eat you out? Clean you up after I pumped you full of cum?” He wasn’t sure where that whole bit had come from, but he loved her shocked reaction. It was all about the turn on. Sometimes that meant filthy fantasies never meant to be taken out of the bedroom. So to speak.

  “I-I-I don’t know! Oh, God!” Her body was now sweating, little beads running down her chest to his arm covering her breasts. “Vicious! Fuck me!”

  “I’m gonna. Gonna fuck you so fuckin’ hard!” He withdrew and spun her around. She launched herself at him, wrapping her legs around him as he guided himself back inside her. “Unless you tell me not to right now, two things are gonna happen, baby.” He waited until she opened her eyes to look at him. All the while, he continued to surge into her, fucking her as hard as he could. “First, I’m gonna call Thorn over here to watch while I fuck you. Need him to bring a quilt for the picnic table anyway. Might as well let you have a fantasy.” Her eyes widened, and she swallowed.

  “If you trust him, so do I.”

  Vicious wanted to howl with delight. “That was exactly the right answer, baby. Second, once I’ve fucked you as hard and as long as I want, I’m gonna come so deep inside your pussy, you’ll still be fuckin’ drippin’ cum tomorrow. You want my cum inside you, baby?”

  “Oh, God! More than anything! Please, Vicious!” She moved her hips, trying to go faster and faster. The little wicked movements of her hips were nearly his undoing, but he wanted this. Had the image not become an obsession for him, he’d have gladly and forcefully come right that second. “I’ll save the club girls eatin’ you out and cleanin’ up any of my cum that drips out for another time. But I will see that. I want to see how you like another woman’s mouth on your little cunt.”

  As much as he loved the way she was moving, he wasn’t letting her get the best of him. He’d said he was going to do this, and he was. If for no other reason than to prove to her he did what he said he was going to do.

  “You good, baby? ‘Cause this is happening.”

  “Do it!” She bit out the command. “Before I lose my nerve.”

  “You won’t, baby. You’re like me. You thrive on this shit. I’ll protect you and I ain’t ever sharin’ you.” He gave her a hard kiss. “We’re gonna have so much fuckin’ fun together.” He lifted his head and called, “Thorn! Need you over here. Bring a fuckin’ blanket with you.”

  It wasn’t long before the Salvation’s Bane president, and one of Vicious’s oldest and closest friends, came to them, blanket in hand. The closer he got, the harder Vicious got.

  “Need you cover that table with the blanket, brother. Want you to watch while I fuck her.”

  He looked at Vicious sharply before he fisted his hand in Lucy’s hair. “Look at me, girl.” When she did, her eyes were glazed with lust and adrenaline. “You good with this? Don’t want you avoidin’ me tomorrow.”

  “I’m good,” she said. “I can give him what he needs.” She shook her head slightly. “What we both need.”

  Thorn glanced at Vicious again. When he nodded, Thorn spread the blanket over the picnic table, then stepped back, arms crossed over his massive chest.

  Vicious laid her down, spreading her legs wide as he continued to thrust. He grasped her thighs and pulled her closer to him so her ass hung partially off the table. She kept her gaze glued to Vicious as he found his rhythm. Vicious used her thighs for leverage and fucked her. Hard. Thorn took up a position above Lucy, sitting at the table so he was right by her head and simply watched the show before him.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” Vicious said. “You look so hot with me fuckin’ you. Those little tits bouncin’. My cock looks so big goin’ into that little pussy. You like being watched?” They all had their fetishes. Vicious was beginning to think his included having someone watch him fuck his woman, if for no other treason that to prove she was his. Like having someone confirm he was actually fucking her and she was enjoying the hell out of it made her even more his.

  “I -- Oh! Yes,” she gasped, her breath coming in sharp bursts as Vicious pounded into her. “It’s… hot.” Her gaze darted to Thorn before returning to him.

  “Good. Might fuck you at the party next time. Would you like that? Fuck!” Vicious bit out the last word, his orgasm becoming more and more difficult to fight off.

  “I bet that’d be some show.” Thorn stroked her hair gently in contrast to Vicious’s hard fucking. “Could let a club girl clean you up. Tongue that pretty little pussy until you came again. Vicious might even get off on it. Might come for you both while he watched her eatin’ you. Spray your little tits with cum so she’d have to clean that up as well. Would you like that?”

  “Vicious!” She screamed as she came, her pussy milking his cock in delicious spasms.

  “Lucy!” He bit out her name in a sharp warning. “Don’t want to come yet! Feels too fuckin’ good! Fuck!” Vicious roared as he came inside her. Never in his life had he come so hard. Stars floated across his vision, and his legs nearly gave out. His hands on her hips cramped, he gripped her so hard. She’d likely have bruises tomorrow, and he’d have to kiss them better, but damn! “Fuck!”

  He held himself still for several seconds, sweat dripping off his nose and chin to splash lightly on her belly. “Sweet Jesus,” he gasped.

  “Indeed,” Thorn said, his voice decidedly hoarse. “Your woman’s hot when she fucks, lucky bastard.”

  Lucy’s gaze darted his way again and she jumped a little. Had she lost herself in the moment so much she’d forgotten they had an audience? Vicious wanted to laugh, but hell, he’d forgotten, too.

  “Goddamn,” Vicious said. He leaned over her, blanketing her body with his much bigger one and chuckled. “Fuuuuck. Baby, you OK?”

  “I am,” she said with a smile. “So wonderful.”

  “Good,” Thorn said. “Now, get your asses back to your room. You’ve created enough of a spectacle of yourselves tonight.” He scrubbed a hand over his crotch absently as he turned to leave. “Gonna have to do somethin’ ‘bout this now. Fuck.”

  For the first time in a very long time, Vicious was completely contented. Happy even. This one little woman had done that. He chuckled.

  “If you get to worrying about this, baby, talk to me. I don’t want you uncomfortable. I just thought you might like it instead of dancing for the whole club. I know you need it.”

  She blinked up at him. “I do?” Then she frowned. “I guess I do. I didn’t realize that was why I’d always liked dancing. I just never wanted to be a club whore or anything. I definitely never had a guy I trusted enough to have sex with in front of an audience.”

  “That’s all it will ever be, baby. I’ll never share, and I’ll never want anyone else to touch you during sex. Only reason Thorn was so close was because I trust him like a brother. So, you good?”

  The smile that came from Lucy next was glorious. “Best. Date. Ever!”

  Vicious laughed as he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, naked as the day she was born, before slapping her ass. “Come on, baby girl. Gonna take you to bed. Cause I’m keepin’ you forever.”

  Marteeka Karland

  Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

 
Marteeka at Changeling: changelingpress.com/marteeka-karland-a-39

 

 

 


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