Shadow:The Hoods MC(9)

By: Heather West





"I want you to touch me," I retorted, hand on hip.



"I don't like you insolence."



I shivered again, this time at hearing him say “insolence.” Somehow, he made it sound incredibly erotic. It wasn't the kind of word I'd expect out of a biker. Just who was this Shadow guy? What made him tick? I knew what it took to make him come but there was more to him than just his smoking good looks, I could tell. He was as much a mystery to me, as I was to myself.



His hands touched my bare hips. I longed to thrust forward with my hips so we could touch, grind, get started, but he held me tight, and I wanted him to take control. Have your way with me, please. My eyes closed in surrender.



He twisted me around so that my back was to him, and he guided me forward. My legs were unsteady after all the walking, being chased, and my kicking one, or both, of the guys—I couldn't remember everything that had happened. Great. Please don't let my trouble with memory be an ongoing issue. I stumbled, but Shadow prevented me from falling.



"My hero." The words came out before I could think about whether or not it was a good idea to voice that thought.



"Do heroes do this?" He bent me over and I automatically dropped my hands onto a soft blanket. The bed. My ass was pointed upward and his hands were cupping my ass cheeks, squeezing them like I'd wanted him to squeeze my breasts. Suddenly, a finger ran up and down my folds and I almost jerked before relishing in the pleasure of that simple touch. "You're so wet."



"Must be from the rain," I quipped.



His hand slapped my ass. Not too hard. I jumped more from being surprised than from the force of the slap. His hand remained there, rubbing the same spot.



"Why are you wet?" he asked.



"Because of you. Because I want you."



"What do you want from me?"



"For you to have your way with me," I repeated.



"If you want that, you'll have to keep quiet. Can you do that?"



I opened my mouth to respond verbally, thought better of it, and nodded.



"Good girl." His fingers went back to stroking the inner folds of moist hot sex. "You do realize that means you can't scream."



"No moans either?" I steeled myself for another blow.



It didn't come.



"No moans, no grunts, no sound other than heavy breathing is allowed."



I wanted to comment on his rules but he had slid one finger inside my pussy and all coherent thought went away.. He curled the finger around and immediately found my G-spot, lending immediate credence to his claim that we had dated. He hadn't forgotten my body, that was for damn sure, and I felt like shouting that I was his for the taking.



Abruptly, he pulled his finger out, and a wave of disappointment washed over me until he lifted my ass even higher into the air and slid the entire length of his cock inside of me in one fluid movement that I barely refrained from moaning my pleasure.



"Are you ready?" he whispered hoarsely.



I nodded.



"You can answer," he grunted and I wanted to move my hips so badly, to feel him move inside of me, but I refrained, somehow.



"Yes," I whispered, the word coming out as a groan.



He yanked out of me and slammed himself back inside. This wasn't lovemaking. Oh, no. This was a thorough fucking.



And I wanted to scream out so fucking bad.



Again and again, he pummeled me with his cock. He was giving me the pounding of a lifetime, and it was all I could do to accept what he had to offer me. I wanted to moan, to whimper, to scream, to cry out… to vocalize my feelings, my pleasure, but I held it in.



Which, in turn, only made the pleasure that much more intense. I was going to spontaneously combust soon.



I buried my face into the blanket to keep me quiet, hoping it would muffle any sounds that might escape. Shadow's cock was just so long and hard and I could feel every inch of him as he slammed into me. It was a good thing he had me over the side of the bed. My legs wouldn't be able to support holding me right now.



The buildup was so immense, too intense, and I knew I was close. The fire was ready to burn. His hands reached upward to finally cup my breasts, and he partially lifted me from the blanket. His fingers sought out my nipples and tugged and teased them. A shot of pleasure ran straight down to my pussy and my muscles tightened.

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