Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(16)

Now here she was, on her hands and knees, waiting for the ass fucking to start. God, she’d never anticipated anything more than being with Beast.

He lifted her ass, spanked her several times until the skin heated and her knees shook. Palms flat on the mattress and legs spread wide, she waited for him to dominate her further. Bridget closed her eyes when she felt his fingers skate over her slit to gather her cream. He’d finger fucked her ass when they’d first started, but he’d never actually shoved his cock into her, not until now.

There was no tensing, no worries about what was going to happen next as he spread her juices over her anus. And then when he probed her hole, gently dipped his finger inside of her, she thought he’d fuck her then and there. But then he moved away from her just long enough to grab a bottle of lube from the dresser.

“I want this hole nice and juicy for me, baby.”

He was back behind her in second, had the slick lube coating her asshole, and then placed the crown of his dick at the lubed entrance.

“Yeah, I’m going to fucking claim you so damn hard,” he seemed to say to himself.

She didn’t respond, couldn’t. The sting of his hand coming into contact with her ass had her gasping once more. He spanked her harder this time. The pain was a sharp contrast to the pleasure he’d just delivered.

“Tell me you want my cock shoved deep in your ass.” His voice was dark, demanding.

“Yes, Beast. Yes, I want to feel you in my ass.” She felt herself blush, not because she’d said the words, but because she’d meant them.

“I’m so hard for you. Do you feel what you do to me?” He lifted off her back and she felt his erection slide across her ass crease.

“Yes, I feel how hard you are,” she breathed out.

And then he was slowly pushing all of his hard inches into her. Tears stung her eyes, and she started to feel the burn and stretch of being filled completely. It was like nothing she had ever felt, nothing she’d ever experienced.

This isn’t anything you’ve ever experienced before.

The sting of the tip of his cock popping through the tight ring of muscle had her squeezing her eyes shut.

“That’s it, Bridge, baby. Take all of my cock.”

When he was completely inside of her, he didn’t move, his balls pressed to her cunt, and his breathing harsh. Beast gripped the cheeks of her ass, digging his nails into the flesh. Finally, she pushed back against him, telling him without words she was ready for this, for everything he had to give her.

“Fuck me, Beast.” She looked over her shoulder at him, surprised with herself for the things she was saying, doing.

He growled and started moving in and out of her, and soon, something far more pleasing replaced the burn of pain. Each time he pushed into her, desire heightened. He reached in front of her and started rubbing her clit.

“Fuck yeah, baby.”

One thrust, two thrusts, and on the third one, he buried himself balls deep in her ass and cursed loudly. His language was crass and vile, but it reflected exactly who he was. She was letting a man that killed without remorse fuck her. But she loved it, god, how she loved it.

He loosened his hands on her hips, and cursed as he gently pulled out of her. Instantly, she felt his cum slip from her ass and slide down her pussy. It was filthy, but in a good way.

He lay down beside her, but he didn’t ignore her as she’d assumed. Instead, he rolled toward her, reached out to grab her hip, and pulled her right up against his body.

She didn’t struggle away; she just let herself slip into an endorphin-filled sleep. Fighting Beast would have been pointless anyway. He was a man that took what he wanted, no matter what. And he’d taken her in every way tonight.

And you loved every moment of it.





Chapter Twelve




Wow, for the first time in his adult life, Beast was actually sated. Bridget was curled up against him with her hand over his heart. She was fast asleep and looked cute as fuck. His cock twitched, ready to take her again. Beast had always known it was going to be like this with her.

She’s so fucking addictive with her beautiful pussy and her tight ass.

He’d claimed every single part of her, and he wanted to do it all over again. Instead of waking her up, he allowed her to sleep.

What the fuck did you do, Bridget?

In the quiet moments of the night, he allowed himself to worry. His woman had finally come to him, and she was at risk of getting them all killed. He didn’t know what to think. They could have had this fire between them all these years, and now their days were possibly numbered.

She’d always been different compared to all of the other pussies he’d had. Bridget actually meant something to him, she always had.

They were fucked, and just thinking about Rafe, and the shit with Francis Cole Rodriguez was bad, really fucking bad. Reluctantly, he climbed out of the bed, and when Bridget started to make soft sounds, he placed his hand on her arm, pleased when she stilled.

Yeah, you’re in it with her.

Pussy whipped asshole.

Still, he reached out, and moved her hair out of the way, stroking her cheek.

“I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered.

Forcing himself to move away, he grabbed some jeans and a shirt, tugged them up his thighs, and left his room. He grabbed his key and flicked the lock in place. The last thing he wanted was one of the club whores to visit or for Bridget to have a chance to escape. He knew she’d try to protect him by running, and that shit wasn’t happening. She was in his life now, and he wasn’t going to give her a chance to get away. Walking down the long corridor, he listened to the sounds of feminine screams and moans. The club was alive with sex and drugs. He loved being part of the club life.