Hung (Selected Sinners MC #4) (20 page)

KAT

My time in the shop with Jack passed quickly, and was very entertaining and informative. We discussed his time in prison, being released recently, and his accepting the ATF agent who arrested him as
only doing his job
. He also confided in me that he and his sister, Toad’s fiancée, had grown up in and out of orphanages, and eventually landed at a foster home, living with an overbearing preacher for several years.

His insight into the difficulties of a child growing up in a broken home – and without parents – caused me to wonder just what the future might hold for my baby. Ultimately, regardless of the environment the child was reared in, growing up without Kyle in his or her life would be much better than growing up in
any
environment with him.

After Jack did what he could to clean me up and make a repair to a cut high on my left cheek, I reapplied my makeup. I now resembled the girls in school I made fun of – the one’s with too much makeup – but at least I did not look like I had been beaten.

As we sat and talked in what he described as Axton’s office, the sound of approaching angels filled the air.

“Sounds like they’re back,” he said as he stood.

“Thank you, for everything,” I sighed as I stood from my seat.

“Anything for the Ol’ Lady of a brother,” he nodded.

Hearing him describe me as Dalton’s Ol’ Lady seemed odd. In no more than a few days my life had again changed, sending me in another direction altogether. I was certain the change was for the better, but accepting it as reality wasn’t first nature for me by any stretch of the imagination.

As we walked into the hallway, the rumbling sound of the motorcycle’s exhaust stopped. I gazed out of the hallway and into the garage. Toad, Axton and Dalton stood beside their bikes talking.

“Did you hit him once for me?” I chuckled as I walked toward Dalton.

“Motherfucker wasn’t home,” he shrugged, “Hell, we looked all over the fuckin’ country for the prick. Finally gave up and came back. Cocksucker’s gonna get it when we finally find him.”

“A-fucking-men to that,” Toad said as he pounded his hand into his fist.

“Probably a good thing he wasn’t there,” Axton growled as he turned my direction.

“You’re looking much better. Did Jack clean you up?” Axton asked.

“He did,” I said as I turned toward Jack and grinned.

Axton nodded his head toward Jack. I glanced toward Jack. Jack nodded his head in return. As Dalton wrapped his arm around my shoulder, he leaned over and studied my face. After a few seconds, he nodded his head once and grinned.

He shrugged his shoulders and glanced toward Jack, “Hell, I can’t even tell.”

“Damned sure wasn’t the first time I had to doctor somebody up. Damned sure won’t be the last,” Jack responded.

I realized although at that particular moment I felt safe, and free of Kyle’s abusive tendencies, I couldn’t keep away from him forever. Sooner or later, as he always seemed to, he would find me. When he did, there was little remaining doubt that he would be civil and kind. Dalton held me against his shoulder as I stood listening to the men talk, wondering all the while what Kyle’s next visit might bring. I glanced around the group, silently hoping they would find Kyle before he found me – and that whatever their punishment consisted of would be sufficient in convincing him to leave me alone forever.

I didn’t know for certain what the laws were regarding visitation of a child, but I suspected Kyle would have certain rights regardless of what my concerns were. Even the thought of him coming into contact with my baby sickened me to no end. As I stood at Dalton’s side not paying so much as an ounce of attention to what they were talking about, I turned my head toward Dalton and waited for him to finish speaking.

“I bet he retires from fightin’ long before anyone beats him,” Dalton said as he waved his hand toward Axton.

“What’s on your mind, Kat?” he asked as he shifted his eyes to meet mine.

I grinned and shrugged my shoulders, “Nothing really.”

“Probably worn the fuck out, aren’t ya?” he asked.

I nodded my head.

“Well, let’s get my truck and come back to your place and get your stuff. You alright staying with me?” he asked.

Oh hell yes.

“I’d like that,” I responded.

“Well, fellas, as much as I’d like to stay and mingle, I better get this poor girl home,” he said.

“If you need
anything
,” Axton said.

I melted into Dalton’s shoulder, feeling more secure than I had previously.

“I’m talking to you. You sure you don’t have a concussion?” Axton asked.

“I’m sorry. Were you talking to me?” I asked.

“I said
if you need anything…
I just want to let you know, whatever it is you need, you just let Biscuit know. We’ll get it handled for you,” Axton said.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were talking to me,” I responded.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and crossed his arms. “Well, I was. Don’t forget what I said, either.”

“I won’t. Thank you,” I responded.

“If you need any help with that makeup, have Biscuit give me a holler,” Jack chuckled.

“I’ll do it,” I responded.

Toad leaned over to hug Dalton, and I stepped aside. As he pulled away he slapped Dalton on the back and grinned.

“If that fucker shows up, give me a call. I want first jab at him,” Toad said.

“You can have him when I’m done,” Dalton grunted.

“Maybe you could hold him while I kick him in his nuts,” I said.

“Oh shit,” Axton chuckled, “We got us a little fighter.”

“You can count on it,” Toad responded with a nod.

“We’re headin’ out before it gets too late. If he shows up, I’ll get at ya,” Dalton said as he opened his saddlebag.

“Throw your purse in here,” he said as he extended his hand.

He placed my purse in the saddlebag and latched it. After he got on the bike, I got on the back and relaxed into the seat. Being on the bike with him I felt safe – almost incapable of being harmed. I wanted to retain the feeling forever, but realized nothing in this world is forever. As he pulled out of the garage and into the street, I wondered just how long he’d have me stay with him.

When we were at the apartment he did claim I was his Ol’ Lady.

I wonder just what that means, anyway?

As we pulled away from the stop sign and along the street leading to the highway, I squeezed him lightly in my arms. When we got to his house I’d text Avery and have her explain biker protocol to me.

Hopefully being his Ol’ Lady meant he was going to keep Kyle away from me for a long, long time.

But nothing lasts forever.

KAT

Four days had passed since anyone had heard from Kyle, and even his boss contacted me regarding his whereabouts. Dalton had driven to his house twice trying to find him, but each time Kyle was gone. I began to feel more comfortable about his being away, and hoped he had simply decided to leave the area for fear of what may happen to him if he didn’t. I chose not to press the issue with Dalton regarding my staying at his house, and decided just to enjoy it as long as it lasted.

I would have never guessed that anything could have increased my sexual desire, but being pregnant acted as some type of an accelerant to my already overly active sexual cravings. We had spent every spare moment either fucking, recovering from fucking, or seeking nourishment so we could fuck again. Jokingly, Dalton had shared with me the previous night that he was afraid he’d met his sexual match.

If there was an upside, I guess it would be that I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.

With his weight against my back and his mouth pressed against my ear, he inhaled a deep breath and exhaled into the side of my face. As his beard tickled the skin on my neck, I raised my shoulder for any relief I might be able to receive. He pressed with a little more force, moving my head and shoulder apart even further.

“Don’t fight me, Kat,” he breathed into my ear.

“I’m not. I’m just…”

“Just what? Done?” he asked.

His warm breath against my ear sent chills down my spine. I blinked my eyes a few times, focused on the headboard, and shook my head. 

I was thirsty, worn completely out, and my pussy felt as if it were on fire. We’d been fucking on and off for almost two hours, and my arms were not only bound together at my wrists, but secured to the headboard of the bed. On my belly with my ass in the air and my tits pressed into the comforter, I truly wondered if I could outlast him.

For him to get me to give in, he’d have to fuck me to death.

“No. I’m not giving up,” I growled as I arched my back against him.

“Fuck it. Have it your way,” he said as he shifted his weight to the side.

I peered over my shoulder and watched him as he walked to the dresser and removed a small plastic bag. After removing what looked like a tube of toothpaste, he turned toward the bed.

“Turn around before I slap that ass again,” he said as he climbed onto the end of the bed.

Resting partially on my forearms and partially on my elbows, I turned toward the bed and sighed.

Oh fuck he’s not going to…

I felt the lubricant between my ass cheeks. As I began to speak, he pressed one hand against the center of my back lightly and attempted to comfort me.

“Shhh,” he whispered.

I felt his finger along the crack of my ass, gliding back and forth lightly through the lubricant. As the tip of his finger slid across my anus each time, my sphincter would tighten and my entire spine would tingle. As much as I wanted to hate what he was doing, I began to enjoy it immensely.

After a few more strokes of his finger, I felt light pressure against my anus. Within a split-second, his finger was in my ass.

And I loved it.

In and out his finger slid, causing me to moan in pleasure with each stroke. I buried my face into the comforter, not necessarily wanting him to understand how much I was enjoying what he was doing.

I pulled against the restraints. Acting as if he was doing everything against my will provided me with even more satisfaction. As I yanked against the binding which held my hands to the headboard, I arched my back and mentally begged for him to never stop.

I wondered if I was supposed to enjoy it, and felt almost guilty for doing so. After a few seconds, I felt more lubricant on my ass, and sighed into to the comforter relieved and excited he intended on continuing. His finger repeatedly slid in and out of my ass slowly. My pussy, which I was certain fifteen minutes earlier was done for the night, began to tingle. Whatever he was doing was working.

I wanted more cock.

I lifted my head from the comforter, craned my neck rearward, and growled.

“Fuck me.”

“Believe me,” he said as he continued to fuck my ass with his finger, “I intend to.”

I felt his hand slide up the center of my back and grip my hair. As he pulled my hair taught, I arched my back in response.

“That’s right. Arch that back good, Kat. I want to get that spot. You know the one,” he breathed.

Do I ever…

“Do it,” I growled, “Do it…”

After a second of slight pressure against my pussy, it opened up like a spring tulip, allowing his length to easily slide inside. As he slowly began to fuck my pussy with his massive cock, his finger continued to fuck my ass. The sensation of both holes being filled at once was embarrassingly sensual. I bit my bottom lip, hoping the sensation would last forever, but knowing I was a matter of minutes from collapse.

He pulled against my hair sharply. As I arched my back further, the tip of his cock pressed against my g-spot. A tingling sensation throughout my lady bits reminded me once again of Dalton’s sexual strength.

He knew how to fuck me right.

And he had the equipment to do it.

“You like that little finger of mine in your ass, Kat?” he asked through his teeth.

I lifted my head from the bed, “Yes. Yes I do.”

His cock slid back and forth, sending a sensation throughout my lower body with each
in
stroke. His speed increased and within a few seconds he was pounding himself into me with tremendous speed, his hips pounding against my ass and his tight scrotum slapping against my clit with each stroke. His finger continued to fuck my ass, causing a tingling that seemed to connect my ass to my pussy. My mind had gone into sexual sensory overload. It was almost as if my brain was incapable of realizing all of the feelings my body was experiencing in
real time
.

My body began to tense into one solid contracted muscle.

This was going to be it. 

I was going to die.

I clenched my eyes closed and focused.

And he stopped.

He slowly pulled his cock from my sopping wet pussy, and his finger from my perfectly satisfied virgin ass. I opened my eyes, turned my head to the side, and pulled against the restraints.

“No, don’t stop. I was…” I begged.

I realized I was out of breath and attempted to take another gulp of air and speak my mind.

While my mind worked to catch up with my body and my tongue sought a little guidance to form the words I desperately needed to say, I felt pressure once again against my ass.

Thank God.

I sighed and pushed my face into the comforter.

But it wasn’t his finger this time.

A light vibration and a little more girth caused me to open my mouth and widen my eyes. I had no idea what he’d snuck out of the dresser and onto the bed, but whatever it was…

I loved.

With my mouth agape and my mind reeling to accept a totally new feeling of sensual and sensual bliss, I willingly allowed him to explore my ass with his buzzing butt toy.

In and out of my ass he slid the joyous delight. I bit my lower lip, knowing I was enjoying the experience far more than I should. I had no idea if this was punishment, an effort on his part to get me to scream
uncle
, or if he intended for it to be pleasurable, but I was loving every minute of it, and every stroke of my little buzzing friend. I pulled against the restraints, released my lip, and began to breathe heavily.

I desperately needed to rub my clit and cast myself off into space.

“You like it when I fuck that tight little ass, Kat?” he said through his teeth.

I opened my mouth and craned my neck slightly. The words came a few seconds later, cast from my lungs in a bust of warm breath.

“Love it,” I heaved.

“I’m going to fuck it good for you, Kat. I’m going to make you give up. I’m going to win,” he breathed.

I lowered my head to the comforter and pressed my face flat against the fabric.

“Do it…” I grunted.

I wanted it all. Every girlfriend who’d ever spoken to me about anal told me it was dirty, nasty, and painful. I had no idea who was fucking them in the ass, but obviously it wasn’t Dalton. As he continued to work his magic in and out of my ass, I felt guilty, dirty, nasty, and absolutely satisfied.

A few more strokes with my newfound buzzing friend, and he pulled it from inside of me. With my ass still tingling, and my mind begging for more, I grunted the word no into the surface of the bed. I needed to gain the strength to raise my head and protest, I wanted more.

Anal sex was my new escape, and I needed to become lost in it.

Face down and ass up as they say, I attempted to gain the strength to beg for more. Try as I might, I could not. I was completely exhausted and pretty damned close to extremely satisfied.

He pulled against my hair with his hand, causing me to raise my head and arch my back. He pulled steadily, and with more force. As he pulled, I arched my back ever further, knowing regardless of my desire to win this ridiculous competition; I was going to have to throw in the proverbial towel. As I no more than opened my mouth, I felt pressure against my anus again.

“Breathe, Kat. You need to breathe,” he whispered.

He was right. I was going to pass out if I didn’t watch myself. I was a mental mess.

As I tried to decide whether to thank God or scream for him to stop, I felt the unmistakable girth of his cock slowly penetrate my anus and begin to slide into my ass. My mind said no, but my ass was saying yes. Within a few seconds, my ass won the argument, and my mind eventually agreed.

And my mind drifted off into heaven.

“You got something to say, Kat?” he growled as he pulled steadily on my hair.

I shook my head.

“Not a fucking word?” his laugh was almost sinister.

I bit my lower lip and shook my head once more.

“You like that big fat cock in your tight little ass?” he asked as his hand came down against my right butt cheek.

Oh fuck yes. Slap it.

“Fuck…yes,” I blurted as he continued to slowly fuck my ass.

The sensation was indescribable. Whether it was a combination of previous feelings – or his cock in my ass alone was causing it – I didn’t care. All I knew was that it felt so far beyond amazing.

His hand slapped my ass again, sending a stinging feeling along my thigh. I pressed my face into the comforter and breathed against the material, feeling my breath surround my face each time I exhaled. After another obvious squirt of lubricant, he maintained his perfect rhythm of slowly fucking my ass deeply, carefully, and perfectly.

And then his free hand found my clit.

It was too much. I would have stopped him if I could, but with my hands tied, I wasn’t able to do anything but writhe against him on the surface of the bed.

“Dalton…” I begged.

“Shhhh, not a word,” he whispered.

I lowered my head and bit into the fabric. As I clenched it in my teeth, he carefully fucked my tight ass and flicked his finger against my swollen nub. My nipples began to ache. I released the comforter from my teeth and howled out into the room.

As he slowly and steadily fucked my ass while fingering my clit, I felt as if my body burst into pieces and was thrust out into the room - pieces of me traveled in each and every possible direction. I felt like a human firework, exploding into thousands of small fragments and being cast out into the sky for all to enjoy.

As my screaming echoed throughout the room, he carefully pulled his cock from my ass. Within a few seconds I heard him groan and I felt his warm cum against my back, and along the crack of my ass. 

I collapsed into the comforter.

This time, I was truly done. To continue would kill me.

His chest pressed against my back lightly and his beard tickled my cheek.

“Truce?” he breathed into my ear.

I tilted my head to the side.

“No winner, no loser?” I whispered.

“Yep. Two winners. Deal?” he asked under his breath.

“Deal,” I responded.

I realized as he reached to untie me that not only was Dalton different than anyone I would probably ever meet, but that he was caring, kind, and always considerate of me. His huge heart was disguised by a beard, tattoos, gauges in his ears, and an outer bad-boy shell as tough as diamonds.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.