One Rough Night (BWWM Motorcycle Erotic Romance) (9 page)

It was
so big I could barely fit him in. I took him all the way to the back of my
throat as he leaned his head back and gave another groan of pleasure. In and
out I pushed him, bobbing my head up and down on his cock, sucking for all I
was worth.

But Rick
had other plans. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and set me on the floor. He
tore off my clothes in a few, quick movements, his skilled, practiced hands
gentle on my soft skin.

I didn’t
know what he was planning to do with me, but I couldn’t wait. I trembled as his
tongue shot out of his mouth and ran its way down, passing my tits and my belly
and moving right to my sweet spot.

Without
warning, he began to assault my pussy. His hot tongue darted, flicking my nub
as he gripped my soft skin. His tongue stabbed into me, probing as I gave a
loud moan of pleasure. I closed my eyes and saw stars. I was in a whole other
world with him.

My
orgasm rise to the surface as he licked, his tongue running through my
throbbing folds. He attacked me even harder now, working his tongue through me,
hitting all of my most sensitive spots easily. I shuddered as his hot, wet
tongue moved across my clit, threatening to release a tidal wave of pleasure.

I didn’t
care that he’d caught me. I didn’t care that he’d found me out. All I cared
about now was fucking his massive cock. It seemed like he had the same thought.

Just
before my orgasm peaked, he paused.

“It’s
time you learn what happens to trespassers in my town,” he said.

I
couldn’t reply, instead letting my eyes do the talking for me. They gave him
the answer he wanted.

I
squealed as he picked me up off the floor pulling me up gently, but firmly. He
lifted me up with his huge arms as easily as he’d lift a paper bag. I giggled
as I felt him slowly lower me down right onto his humongous, rock hard cock.

For a
brief moment I imagined it was Charlie, my ex, who was fucking me instead. But
his face vanished from my mind the second Rick entered me.

Instantly,
I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. I felt so fucking full. My tits fell
onto his smooth, perfect chest as he impaled himself all the way into me. He
held me there for a second, letting me get used to his cock. I thought I could
see spots popping in front of my eyes.

I hadn’t
had sex since I broke up with my ex six months ago, so it did hurt a little at
first. But the pain was quickly replaced with nothing but pure pleasure. I felt
him pull back and back in again, slowly but firmly. He thrust in and out of me
faster and faster, each thrust sending bolts of electricity racing down our
bodies.

My tits
bounced up and down on his chest as he pounded into me, fucking me like a real
woman. He picked up the pace as I felt my orgasm build once more, fighting to
get to the surface.

His cock
slid in and out of me at speeds I didn’t even know were possible. I wrapped my
arms around his back as he fucked me, ravaging my pussy. I felt his huge
muscles ripple on his back and my pussy got even wetter. Just as I felt myself
start to lose control, he stopped. He pulled out of me and flipped me around so
that I was on all fours facing the wall.

Without
a word, he pushed himself into me once more, thrusting with a renewed vigor. I
couldn’t even see the wall in front of me. All I saw were fireworks exploding
in front of my eyes.

I
couldn’t control it anymore. I let out a loud groan as I felt my orgasm tear
through my body, canceling everything out. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear and
couldn’t think. The only thing that I felt was the massive fireball of pleasure
erupting from between my legs. I screamed as I felt my body release, sending
waves of cum onto his rock hard cock.

He gave
a shout at the same time my cum splashed onto him and I realized he was losing
control himself. His hot cum seeped into my pussy, filling me up completely and
hitting all of my most sensitive spots.

I
giggled and collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

“Is this
how all bikers fuck?” I asked, grinning.

“Only
the real ones,” he replied, grabbing his clothes.

I
couldn’t stop grinning. I couldn’t quite believe what I’d just done either. I’d
gone from trying to investigate a breathtakingly handsome biker to fucking him
in less than a day. What would Dave think? Well, it was his fault for sending
me here. I grabbed my clothes and tugged them on just as he was pulling his
boots on.

“So how
did you know I was here?” I asked, more seriously.

He gave
me that wicked smile. It was like I was staring at a brilliant white light.

“We
bikers aren’t as dumb as you think. We have a little alarm system in each of
our houses. Our phones have a little alert that tells us when someone is
breaking in. You’d be surprised at how much that comes in handy.” he winked at
me. “I could tell pretty easily you were going to try to get information from
us, so it wasn’t really surprising to find you here.”

I gaped
at him. He was right, they weren’t as dumb as I made them out to be. The
thought made me a little nervous. I knew if I took them for granted another
time, I may not be so lucky to get a fucking. And they wouldn’t make the same
mistake around me twice.

“Why are
you investigating us?” Rick asked suddenly.

I
shrugged. It wouldn’t hurt to tell the truth.

“I was
sent here by my boss to see if you guys were doing anything that needed to be
reported. I work as a journalist in DC.”

A
strange look passed over his face as he walked me to the door.

“You
must be… what’s your name, honey?”

I was
startled to realize I hadn’t even given him my name yet.

“Um,
it’s Tashanda.”

“I knew
it.”

“Knew
what?”

He shook
his head.

“I
probably shouldn’t tell you. You’ll find out for yourself soon enough.” The
grin was back on his face.

“And I
think you’re gonna like it.”

He
didn’t explain, and I figured it would be a waste of time to ask him to. I did
have one more question for him though.

“What
about us? Was this a one-time thing, or do we keep this going?”

“We can
keep this going. Come over tomorrow night. I’ll have a surprise for you if you
come over a little early. Around 8?”

I
nodded. Looking back, I don’t know why I agreed to meet with him. He was the
second-in-command of a notorious biker gang. Why would someone with an ounce of
sense agree to meet with a guy like that again? Maybe it was the tone of his
voice. Or maybe because he was just so goddamned sexy.

“Sounds
good,” I said.

He gave
me one last grin as I walked out the door and began my long walk back to the
motel.

That
night I could barely sleep. All my thoughts were on Rick. I remembered the feel
of his gigantic cock plowing into me, filling me to the max. I closed my eyes
and remembered him clearly, fucking me till I came.

My
fingers inched down the front of my panties as I relived the memory of his
warm, thick cock. Again, I pretended my fingers were his cock, pushing in and
out of me. But this time it was easier to finish because I knew what his cock
felt like.

I moaned
as my fingers slid in and out, filling my slick hole just as Rick’s cock had
done. I was in my own world, getting fucked by Rick again. His deep, soothing
voice was speaking to me again, lulling me to sleep. I don’t remember falling
asleep, but I remembered dreaming about his gorgeous body taking me away…

The next
morning I woke up late. It was already 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I still
had a full day of work to do. A startling thought struck me as I ate brunch in
the empty lobby. If Dave’s son worked for his dad, he probably told him
everything about the town already. He could have told him all about the gang
and the rumors that swirled around them. Why did Dave need me?

There
was definitely something going on and when I got back I intended to give Dave a
piece of my mind. But for now, I couldn’t leave. I needed Rick and his
incredible cock. I’d stay until he stopped wanting to fuck me. Hopefully that
wouldn’t be for a very long time.

I spent
the rest of the day exploring the rest of the town and asking the locals about
the gang. No one wanted to talk much about them, but one of them did mention
the absent leader. He was actually in DC on business. No one knew what the
business was, except that it was very personal to him. No one seemed to know
his name, but they spoke of him with something almost like reverence.

But the
fact that he was in DC the same time I was in this town seemed too strange to
simply be a coincidence. I definitely knew my boss was up to something but I
also knew he wouldn’t tell me so there was no point trying to get a hold of him
from here.

By 7:30
I was back to being as nervous as I was the night before. I knew it probably
wouldn’t be safe to go into a biker house all by myself, but what could I do? I
had to figure out why I was sent here and I couldn’t pass up a chance to be
with Rick again.

I found
the biker camp quickly enough but it looked as deserted as it had the other
night. Maybe they were all doing something else again? I didn’t know. I quickly
spotted Rick’s house and rushed over to it, hoping upon hope he’d be there.
There were no lights on.

Luckily
the front door was unlocked. If he wasn’t here, he’d definitely know I was here
with his alarm. I closed the door behind me and went back to his bedroom. I
flipped on the light, but there was no one there.

What
should I do now? I glanced at the clock on top of the dresser. It was already a
couple minutes past 8. Maybe he had some business to take care of himself? I
decided to wait on the bed. Maybe he had some pictures of himself I could use
to masturbate to. It was naughty, but I wanted him badly.

I looked
around but couldn’t find anything. There still wasn’t anything to incriminate
these guys. Either my boss was really stupid, really misinformed, or knew I
wouldn’t find anything and sent me here on a ruse. Regardless, I was pissed at
him.

Suddenly
I heard the front door open. Finally! I quickly took my clothes off and tried
to get in the sexiest position I could on the bed. I couldn’t wait to feel his
thick cock inside me again.

A
silhouette appeared in the dark doorway.

“Come
on, Rick, punish me again!” I giggled, flexing my pussy.

And then
the man stepped forward. It was my ex-boyfriend, Charlie.

“
Charlie?
”
I gasped.

He
smiled and gave me that familiar, handsome grin.

“It’s
me.”

Charlie
was completely naked. My pussy ached just at the sight of him. He was just as
cut as I remembered. His skin was perfectly tanned with tattoos lining his
arms. His arm muscles bulged as he moved, rippling across his broad shoulders
and perfectly chiseled six pack. His cock was even bigger than Rick’s was and
that was saying something.

I could
see him getting harder and harder. My pussy responded to the familiar sight and
got sopping wet.

“W-what
are you doing here, Charlie?” I squeaked, nonplussed. Charlie was the last
person I expected to see in a place like this.

He gave
me a sad smile. “I run this place. I told you Tashanda, I was going to come
back for you. But when you broke up with me I just stayed here. Finally last
week, I talked with your boss about coming back to DC. I guess he thought I
wasn’t going to, so he sent you here to see me first.”