Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(15)
Pushing thoughts of her ex aside, she basked in Beast’s thick cock and skillful fingers.
“I’ll take it easy; I’ll make sure you’re ready.”
There was that man again, the one that seemed to have a gentle side even though he never showed it. Beast was like two different men. The monster he showed to the world and the gentleman he kept hidden from everyone else.
Who was the real one?
His slick fingers teased her ass, and he started to press inside her, fucking her long, and slow. He made her take all of his cock inside her, before sliding out. Beast filled her up, pounding deep, and then slowing his strokes, making her beg him to keep fucking her.
He didn’t stop in his possession.
Fingers pressed against her ass, and she fought him to stay out.
“Relax, baby. It’s going to feel so good when I take your ass. You’re going to love it and beg me to take you again and again.” He leaned over her body, capturing her ear lobe and sucking it. “You know, Bridget, this is one of my fantasies come true: Your hot, full body underneath me, taking my cock. I’ve spent a lot of years fantasizing about what it would be like to get you beneath me, how I’d make you beg.”
“Is the reality as good as the fantasy?” she asked.
“A little bit. You see, Bridge, in my fantasy, you let go of all of your inhibitions. That door is closed. No one can see you, hear you, or witness how fucking dirty you are, and you are, baby. I see it in your eyes. You’re desperate to leg go, but you’re holding out on me, making it hard.” He thrust in and out of her. “Feel that. That’s what you do to me. That’s how damn hard you make me, and nothing you do is going to stop that. Let go. You’re being uptight right now, clenching your ass closed. Imagine what it will feel like when you let go, give yourself a chance to live, to feel.” He grabbed her chin and forced her to tilt her head to look at him. “You fucked a man and saw his father kill. You could be dead by now. If you died right this second, would you have any regrets?”
Loads. She’d have loads of regrets, a bag full of dreams, and enough regrets to sink a ship.
“Then live your life like you’re about to die. We have one life, Bridge. One life and we have to make it count. No one really gives a fuck when we die. They mourn us, and after a time they go back to living their life, the life that waits them.”
“Is that what you’re doing? Living a life without regret?”
“I work hard, baby, and I play hard. My biggest regret was walking away from you and not waiting until you were old enough to claim you as my own. We’ve been dancing like this for a long time. It’s time to stop dancing and to start living this.”
Chapter Eleven
King sat at the table in the corner of the main room at the clubhouse, the bottle of Scotch in front of him, a joint between his lips, and his focus on the shit they’d been doing. In the next few days, they were heading out and tracking down that piece of shit Rafe, and making him suffer for hurting Beast’s stepsister. Although Bridget wasn’t King’s concern, she’d come to Beast for help, and she was his family in certain terms. Beast hated her being called his stepsister, but King and the other guys liked fucking with him and getting the big motherfucker all worked up.
“What’s up, motherfucker?”
King looked over at Payne, the club’s Prez. Payne took the seat across from King, stretched his arm over the back of his chair, and stared at King.
Payne was a hardened man, one that didn’t let anyone fuck with him or the club. It wasn’t just because Payne knew how to hold his own; he’d gotten his club name because of the pain he liked to inflict on his enemies. Yeah, Payne was one sadistic bastard, torturing the men that fucked with him in brutal ways. If King hadn’t known the man nearly his whole life, he might have felt threatened by him, but as it was, King looked at Payne as his brother¸ as blood even.
The tattoos on Payne’s arms and chest were visible, his voice a husky growl every time he spoke. Hell, the devil himself would probably piss his pants if he were up against a bastard like Payne.
“I need some good pussy tonight. I need to fucking let loose before we do this shit with Rafe.
King grunted. “Yeah, you and me both. But I don’t want to fuck any of these club whores. The guys have probably already gone a round with them, not to mention the prospects, too.”
“Hell, as long as they’re clean and my cock is wrapped, I don’t give a shit if they they’ve been around.”
Yeah, Payne was the type of man that fucked hard and lived harder. He lived each day as if it could be his last, and truth be told, for them it might very well be.
“You think we’re ready for Rafe and this bullshit?”
Payne’s jaw clenched before he glanced at King. “We don’t have a choice, Brother. We do this all the way through and leave none of those fuckers standing. That’s the only way we’re going to get through this with all our men standing.”
Yeah, fight with your life, because if you don’t, you’ll be the one in the ground.
Hours, they’d been fucking for hours, and despite Bridget being sore in all the right places, she wanted more. He’d only let her rest for a short time, and she’d even fallen asleep. She’d woken up to Beast licking her pussy and bringing her to another orgasm. But he’d stopped before she’d fallen into mindless bliss.