Beau (Blazing Devils MC Book 2)(7)

Keeping her a secret even from herself seemed to be the only move that could have been made at the time. A decision I didn’t regret until now.





Chapter 4


Emilia



Dinner went surprisingly well. The conversation was light. He occasionally asked questions that were hard to answer. My body would stiffen, and I would stay silent. Sensing my discomfort, he would change the subject before coming back for even more uncomfortable questions.



But I could sense it, he was cataloging it all. The more I evaded the more silent, he would become. When dinner was, over I felt both relief and sadness. I didn’t want it to end, but I didn’t want to keep secrets from him. For some reason, he felt important almost essential to me.

He walked me to the bottom of my steps. And watched until I was behind closed doors. Peeking through the curtains I watched him make his way over to his bike.



He was on his phone for only a minute. Then his leg was slipping over the bike. The sight of Straddling it had a moan coming up my throat. Then he started it. The rumble accompanied by his roaring out of the parking lot him roaring out of the lot had my panties moistening.



The bed was calling my name. I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Darkness came for me, pulling me into its gentle embrace. My dreams were filled with a very naked Beau doing all kinds of nasty things to me. I was on my knees in my bed. Beau is behind me. His huge hard cock bobbing in excitement.

His hand is raised, then dropping. Smack. A slight sting sensation, followed by a gentle burning. But only for a second before pleasure tingles up my spine and around to my throbbing clit. Excited moans are torn from my throat and cream gushes between my legs. It dribbles down my thighs. Some onto the sheets.

“Such a beautiful shade of pink.” He praises while his palm is rubbing my abused ass cheek.



“Hmm pleases” I beg. “You don’t need to beg sweetheart.” He replies as he rubs the tip of his cock up my slit.

Coating it with my juices. “You sure darlin?” he asks huskily. “Yes. Yes, please. I need you.” Sobs of frustration and need tare through the air around us.



No warning. His cock is pressing in. There are no pauses, no hesitations. It burns as he forces his way in. The stretching uncomfortable, almost unbearable. Biting my lip, I try to fight back the scream as he forges forward another two inches’.



I feel him draw back. “Hold on to the bed, sweetheart and don’t let go.” His voice is strained almost like he’s in pain. Glancing back at him I take in the look of utter concentration as he stares down at my ass.



Quickly grab a hold of the sheets I grip them tightly. The very moment my fingers wrap around the sheets he’s tunneling into my pussy. And I’m screaming in pain and ecstasy.



I wake up covered in sweat. My panties are soaked. My pussy is clenching and unclenching.

Clit throbbing so hard its borderline pain.



Slipping my hand into my drenched panties I rub my clit just like I read about in all those books I’ve read.



Pleasure zings through my pussy and I rub a little faster and harder. It takes only a few strokes before my orgasm crashes over. My scream echo’s off the walls.

Feeling boneless and relaxed I promptly slip into a dreamless sleep. A smile stretched on my face from the hope of seeing him again soon.





Chapter 5


Beau



I love the feel of my bike between my legs. All sleek curves, heavy steel and gleaming chrome. The sweet sound she makes when I start her up, her rumbles and purrs.

Just like pussy. All sleek, shiny and smooth. When you start it up it purrs and whines.

Leaving Emilia was hard. Harder than it should have been considering she’s just pussy walking on two legs. Just like all the others. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Just thinking about pussy had me pushing a little harder on the throttle. I needed to get my dick in some pussy now. The club wasn’t far from here and at the rate I was going it wouldn’t take me more than five minutes to get there and park this bike and find some whore.

I’m a man on a mission. The pussy mission. All the warm feeling I got from my time with Emilia evaporated when I pulled into the clubhouse and parked my ride.

My long legs eat up the distance between myself and the doors. Not even pausing my stride, I make my way into the room. Music is pounding as well as other things. The party was in full swing.

Hyde had some whore flat on her back. Legs spread wide and high on the pool table. He pounded her pussy so hard it slides a little on the floor.

Jackal had some whore face first on the bar ass in the air as he slammed into her with enough force the whole thing shook and banged. Bang, bang, bang. The screams of ecstasy coming from the whores were heard well over the music.

That’s what I needed right there. A whore with a warm hole. I take about three more steps and my wants become reality as Jocelyn one of the club whores wraps her arms around my neck and leans in for a kiss.

Kissing her isn’t what I want. Leaning my head back, I look down at her “Knees” is all I say. She pouts prettily, but slowly slides down my body and to her knees.

Her hands already have my button undone and was readily working on my zipper. She needs no direction. Unlike Emilia. She would need all the directions. From how to undo my pants to where to place her tongue.