Wild Marauders MC: Lynch Part 6

A l.u.s.ty grin came over Rocky's face showing he was willing and up for the task.

Stella gasped. "Lynch-please! That's not what I was hopeful for, and you know it!"

"No, you were looking to become my old lady, but you're last week's f.u.c.k. Get it through your f.u.c.kin' head that I'm not interested, and if you want in the club a sweetb.u.t.t is all you'll be, unless another brother decides to take you as his old lady."

Last week's f.u.c.k? That was harsh and revealed a lot about who Lynch really was. It warned me that after this weekend I'd probably never see him again, that whatever it was that I thought I was feeling had better amount to over active hormones and nothing more.

"Do you want to be part of the club or not?" Lynch asked her point blank, not swayed one bit by the hurt on Stella's face. The slightest nod confirmed her answer. "Then have at it." His comment had been directed at Rocky.

We didn't hang around to see what happened next. Lynch grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room. As soon as we were in the hallway and away from nosey eyes I asked heatedly, "Do you f.u.c.k every woman you come in contact with?"

In the blink of an eye he pinned me against the wall. "You want me to f.u.c.k you right here, for anyone to see?" he snarled down at me.

That wasn't the response I was looking for. "No," I whispered, captured by his searing gaze. I could feel his need coiling through him, keeping Lynch on the edge. Everything about him was hard and dangerous.

"Then shut the f.u.c.k up, baby." He kissed the tip of my nose.

Resistance didn't enter my mind when he jerked me away from the wall and began pulling me behind him again. Why did Lynch think that he could just screw me any time he wanted? Would he stop if I said no, or put up a fight? The man seemed so sure of himself, so confident. Like he deserved to get whatever he wanted, and without a protest. I guess not too many people told a six foot six giant no.

He took me all the way through his office and into his room, shutting and locking the door behind us, and it was then that I realized I didn't want to tell him no. Why should I deny myself the pleasure of being with a man who wanted me, especially a man who made me feel alive like he did when I was in his arms?

When he was in my body?

I'd had too many years of mundane s.e.x, and relations.h.i.+ps with men that I realized now had been lacking, and boring. Wasted years when there'd been someone out there so much more exciting, and dangerous. How was I ever going to go back to what I'd let myself accept before Lynch? One time in his bed and he'd ruined me for anyone else.

"I need to wash the grime off. Let's take a shower." He slipped off his vest and draped it over the back of a chair, then reached for the bottom of his tee-s.h.i.+rt and brought it up and over his head. G.o.d, the man was ripped. I ate him up with my eyes. I'd never grow tired of looking at him. When I lifted my gaze to his he was smiling. "Like what you see?" His hands went to his belt buckle.

I decided not to feed his ego, reaching for the hem to my tee-s.h.i.+rt. I tugged it up over my head, but before I could slip it off my arms Lynch reached forward and grabbed me around the wrists. I was trapped in my s.h.i.+rt and suddenly pushed up against the wall. I caught my breath when he leaned his hips into me.

"It's all right, babe, I like what I see, too." His face moved closer until our mouths touched. It wasn't exactly a kiss. Lynch ran his tongue along the seam of my lips, before gently nibbling on them, and finally slipping his tongue behind my lower lip. One hand held my wrists together above my head while the other moved over my body.

I was growing frustrated. This was another, softer side of Lynch I hadn't seen before. The thickness of his c.o.c.k was riding the ridge of my pelvic bone, right at the top where my c.l.i.t was hiding. I bowed my lower body, moaning deep while trying to entice him to kiss me fully. "Lynch, kiss me, d.a.m.n it!" I was tired of his teasing.

His deep laugh was cut short when he slanted his mouth fully over mine. It was the match that ignited the dynamite. Lynch's free hand reached for the front hook closure of my bra and with a flick of his fingers, the cups exploded off my full b.r.e.a.s.t.s, leaving my flesh jiggling in his hand. Next he moved his hand to the back of my skirt where the zipper was located. As he slowly lowered it, I stepped out of my heels.

Once the zipper was all the way down the skirt fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my panties. All the while Lynch's mouth moved over mine, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. His gentleness slowly disappeared, and everything he did was a mind-blowing combination that began with stinging pain and ended with satisfying pleasure. I struggled against his hold, needing, wanting to touch him, too. Nothing was getting through to him, so I bit down hard on his lip.

Lynch jerked away enough for our eyes to meet. "I like pain," he snarled. We were both breathing heavily. Holding my gaze captive, he reached for his belt. As I sensed him working his jeans open I took in the blood gathering on his bottom lip. My whole body trembled and felt like liquid fire had replaced the blood in my veins. I couldn't remember ever wanting to f.u.c.k someone as much as I wanted Lynch at that moment. The emotion flooding my senses was raw, and basic, animalistic in nature.

I wanted to consume him.

Suddenly I felt the velvet heat of his c.o.c.k against me. Lynch fisted the ma.s.sive muscle, forcing it between my slit and over my buzzing c.l.i.t. Holy f.u.c.k! I strained against him, crying out. "Lynch!" G.o.d, I needed him inside me, now. He ran the bulging head over and over my c.l.i.t without mercy, until my o.r.g.a.s.m peaked, and I exploded in breath-stealing contractions. That was when Lynch lifted me against the wall and rammed his c.o.c.k into my body with one, deep plunge.

I cried out sharply at his initial penetration until the slight sting of pain turned into intense pleasure, and then he was throbbing inside me. He lifted my leg and draped it over his hip, making him go even deeper, if that was possible, until I felt the head of his c.o.c.k hit my cervix. My head fell forward to his shoulder. Through the haze surrounding me I recalled his admission in taking pleasure from pain and I clamped my teeth into his shoulder.

"f.u.c.k, baby!" He jerked and retaliated by pulling his c.o.c.k all the way out, only to slam forward again. The feel of his b.a.l.l.s pounding against my b.u.t.t raised my pleasure level to dizzying heights. "You're mine, Kat," Lynch grated, grazing the side of my neck with his teeth. "No one else is going to have this p.u.s.s.y, baby. Say it."

I was afraid that if I said it that it would become true. He was certainly claiming my p.u.s.s.y, but to admit that I was his? I sensed in Lynch's world that meant exactly what the words implied, and I was afraid to give him that power.

"Say it, Kat," he snarled. He flipped me around so that my b.r.e.a.s.t.s were smashed against the wall, and pulled my lower body away from it. Rough hands grasped my hips as he entered me from behind. He was ruthless in his possession of me, and I knew I wouldn't come away from this without his brand on me.

"Say. It."

Oh, G.o.d! He reached around the front of me and zeroed right in on my c.l.i.t, stroking it. "I'm...yours," I panted, climbing the wall with each thrust of his body.

"Say all of it," he insisted, biting down on the hollow between my neck and collarbone.

"No...one...else...is...going...to...have...my...p.u.s.s.y!" Oh f.u.c.k! I wasn't prepared for the impact of speaking those words out loud, and truly meaning them, had on me. I urged my on-coming o.r.g.a.s.m closer to the edge. At that moment I did belong to Lynch.

"That's it, baby. Your body knows it belongs to me."

He f.u.c.ked me relentlessly. Every crevice of my p.u.s.s.y filled with his magnificent c.o.c.k. I felt him swell even more, thinking he was about to come, but he pulled out and drew me over to the bed. He pushed me face down against the covers, and then he pulled me at the edge of the bed.

"On your knees and raise that pretty a.s.s," he ordered.

I did as he wanted, raising my b.u.t.t as high as I could. His breath was hot against the cheeks of my a.s.s. I held my breath when he parted the mounds, afraid he was going to stick his c.o.c.k there. I didn't know if I was ready for that. But all Lynch did was nibble the flesh around my sensitive hole.

"Christ, babe, I love your a.s.s. It was made for f.u.c.king, and some day I'm going to fill it with my d.i.c.k." He explored the rim of my a.n.u.s with his finger, sinking just the tip inside the dark opening. "Would you like my c.u.m in your a.s.s, baby?" He sank a little more of his finger inside, It didn't hurt, and the slight pressure was mildly pleasant. "Answer me, Kat."

"Yes!" The word rushed out of me as another finger joined the first. He scissored his fingers, widening my opening. There was more pressure, but again I felt no pain.

"f.u.c.k! I've got to get away from here before I lose control and ram my c.o.c.k inside of you."

He squeezed my b.u.t.t cheeks before moving on. His bedroom talk alone kept me hot. I nearly came when I felt his tongue lick me from my c.l.i.t to my a.n.u.s.

"So f.u.c.kin' good," Lynch rasped, before burying his tongue all the way inside my body.

I jerked forward but he easily pulled me back. At the same time he slipped a hand between the bed and my body to my lower belly, and pressed. His fingers replaced his tongue and OhmyG.o.d when he did that the pressure he applied on my G-spot was so f.u.c.king good that my first o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through me. I cried out against the bed, trembling as wave after wave rippled through my p.u.s.s.y onto his fingers.

Lynch didn't give me time to come down. I felt him rise from the floor, grab my hips and jerk me backwards onto his c.o.c.k. As he slid into my still quivering body another moan escaped me, and then I was pus.h.i.+ng back with his every thrust. He moved so hard and fast, and with his hand still pressing my belly, the head of his c.o.c.k brushed against my G-spot with welcomed results. A second o.r.g.a.s.m rolled through my body and exploded around his pounding flesh.

"Lynch! Oh f.u.c.k, oh f.u.c.k!" I screamed, losing control. The intensity of climaxing while his c.o.c.k was still f.u.c.king me took my breath away. I'd never experienced an o.r.g.a.s.m with a man's c.o.c.k inside me before and it was mind-blowing.

It didn't take long for Lynch to follow. His hands clenched hard against my hips. Grunting low, he held himself stiffly and I felt ribbons of c.u.m release inside me. Gradually he collapsed, pulled out and rolled next to me.

Our eyes met.

"You're mine."

I didn't deny it. It was crazy, but it seemed right, and while I was afraid to acknowledge it, Lynch wasn't.

He reached over, grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked me to him roughly. "f.u.c.kin' say it, baby," he demanded in a possessive voice that sounded like he'd swallowed sandpaper coated with honey. "I need to hear the words."

"I'm yours."

He growled and slammed his mouth down on mine.

I meant it.

Chapter 8.

Lynch Holy f.u.c.k! I thought my head was going to explode I came so hard. Kat's c.u.n.t had squeezed my c.o.c.k like a tight fist and wouldn't let go, and I couldn't think of anything that equaled the feel of f.u.c.king her. She was better than scotch. Better than taking a hit off a joint. Whether she realized I meant it or not, she was mine.

My tongue f.u.c.ked the inside of her mouth like I'd just f.u.c.ked her body. Sweet Jesus, I was getting hard all over again. Did she realize she was purring like a cat beneath my mouth and rubbing against me, seeking more?

I pulled away. "No one else will have this c.u.n.t," I growled, inserting two fingers inside her spongy slickness. She arched with a long moan. "Before the night is over I'll own your mouth and a.s.s, too." She cried out softly and closed her eyes.

Her body was already responding to me, twisting and lifting to my fingers. I tunneled as deep as I could, seeking more of her cream. I knew I could bring her to o.r.g.a.s.m again, could feel it building inside her. Her muscles tightened around my fingers as if in protest as I slowly withdrew. I paused long enough to tease her G-spot, and then moved on to thumb her c.l.i.t. Her hips left the bed.

"You're killing me!" she said in a smoky, breathless voice.

I couldn't help grinning. "What a f.u.c.kin' way to go, babe."

"Yes!" she cried.

I felt the change in her body and knew she was about to come. Gliding down her sweet f.u.c.king curves until I got to her c.u.n.t, I lashed out at her c.l.i.t with my tongue. "Put some sweet cream on my tongue, baby." I clamped her swollen c.l.i.t between my teeth and gently rolled it. Kat's body grew taut, and then she exploded with a series of short, jerky movements and moans. I was determined to get all of her tasty juices and thrust my tongue deep, groaning at the warm stickiness coating it. My c.o.c.k was hard as a rock and I was steady dry humping the edge of the bed.

Screw that! I crawled up Kat's body until my knees were on the bed on either side of her head. My d.i.c.k was right beneath her chin. I fisted it at the base and brought it up to her lips. She opened her mouth before I had to say anything and took my aching flesh inside. I rolled my head back with a sound of satisfaction, and closed my eyes.

"Suck it, baby."

I moved my hips back and forth, pus.h.i.+ng a little more of my c.o.c.k inside until I hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, her throat closing around the head and squeezing. "Oh, f.u.c.k, baby!" I wasn't going to last long. She began using her tongue, curling it around my d.i.c.k and dipping it into the slit. That made me shudder and release. I'd always spewed like a f.u.c.king geyser and wondered if she'd be able to take it all. No way was I moving unless she looked like she was in distress.

Kat swallowed everything I gave, keeping my d.i.c.k in her mouth until it stilled and began to soften. I pulled out and moved next to her, waiting for my body to calm. "Jesus...I'm f.u.c.kin' drained. You wipe me out, babe."

"You should talk," Kat said. "I think you own my mouth now, whatever the h.e.l.l that means."

"It means exactly what you think it means."

"And what do I think it means?" she fired back with s.p.u.n.k. "I'm just a visitor here, Lynch, paying a fine. Tomorrow I'm going back to work if I have to walk."

"You won't have to walk. I'll bring you back to the clinic first thing."

She leaned up on her elbows and looked over at me. "I don't understand you. One minute you're saying that you own me, and the next you're fine with taking me back."

My gaze went to her big t.i.ts. They were thrusting forward because of the way she was holding herself. The nipples peaked like little f.u.c.king jewels just begging for my mouth to cover them. I rolled, covering the top half of her body and forcing her back down on the bed before giving in and cupping her flesh. I moved forward until I could latch my mouth on to her hard nipple. Sweet candy. That's what she f.u.c.king tasted like. Kat whimpered and all resistance left her body.

"I'll explain it to you," I said, talking around the tasty nipple in my mouth. "I'm claiming you, babe. That means this" I flicked my finger through her wet p.u.s.s.y, "this" I slipped my hand beneath her a.s.s and squeezed, "this" I squeezed her t.i.t, "and this" I ran my finger along the seam of her slightly swollen lips. "All belong to me. No other man will have access to this body." I could see the surprise in her eyes.

"You're kidding, right?" I shook my head no. "You can't just claim someone, Lynch. It doesn't work that way."

"It does in my world. My claiming you protects you, babe. No one messes with an MC's woman."

"I don't need protection," she argued. "Except from you and your club, and I'm not your woman. After I leave here I don't plan on coming back."

I narrowed my eyes down at her. "Really?" She had no f.u.c.king idea. "Would you like me to prove you wrong?" I ran the tip of my finger down between her t.i.ts, and watched as little goose b.u.mps covered her flesh in response. She s.h.i.+vered. The look in her eyes revealed her worry. "I barely touch you, babe, and your body comes alive."

"That's called l.u.s.t." She pulled away and sat up. "I need a shower."

I let her go, watching her shapely a.s.s jiggle as she walked away. d.a.m.n, f.u.c.king that sweet, puckered hole was going to be the icing on the cake. I couldn't wait. Kat was filled out in all the right places, giving me soft, voluptuous curves to hold onto when I was f.u.c.king her. She wasn't fat, but she made the too-thin sweetb.u.t.ts look unhealthy as s.h.i.+t. I could see why they would resent her.

I'd already made up my mind to take her home in the morning and give her a little s.p.a.ce, but it wouldn't end there. No f.u.c.king way I was letting go of the best thing to come along in a long time. I'd known the moment that I saw her pacing on the side of the road that I wanted her. She could deny that she belonged to me all she wanted, and I would have the pleasure of proving her wrong every chance I got.

s.h.i.+t! I heard the shower running and jumped from the bed. The bathroom was filled with hot steam, the gla.s.s shower cloudy and distorting her figure. I narrowed my eyes, watching Kat arch her neck while she worked the shampoo out of her hair. When she began to run a soapy cloth over her shoulders and b.r.e.a.s.t.s I opened the door and stepped inside.

She gasped and stopped what she was doing. I stepped closer to her, letting my eyes eat her up. She stepped back until she was up against the tiled wall, a teasing smile spreading across her face. The spray of water was between us, and I stepped underneath it. Once I was as wet as she was I reached for the cloth. "Turn around and I'll do your back."

She hesitated, looking at me as though I were dangerous, or something. "You look like you're getting ready to bite."

Losing patience, I took Kat by the shoulders and spun her around. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Oh, I bite, baby. The right kind of pain intensifies pleasure." I ran the cloth over her shoulders, and down her back, continuing over her luscious a.s.s and down the back of her legs. On the way back up I took my time running the cloth between the crack of her b.u.t.t. A soft moan escaped her when I spread her cheeks to make sure that all the soap was gone.

Son of a b.i.t.c.h! I knew it was a mistake as soon as I did it. Seeing that tiny, puckered hole made me want to f.u.c.k it. I fell to my knees and buried my face against her slick flesh, and stuck my tongue where I wanted my d.i.c.k to be. Kat let out a small cry and jerked, probably in surprise. I reamed her out good, until she was squirming and gasping. When I got to my feet again I pushed my hard c.o.c.k against the forbidden opening.

"See what you f.u.c.kin' do to me, Kat?" I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back so I had access to her throat. I grazed my teeth along her flesh, feeling her wild shudder. "You're my woman, babe, get used to it."

I thrust against her several more times, teasing but not entering her. When I'd had enough I pulled her around and threaded my fingers through her wet hair. "Say it." I rubbed my nose against hers. She shook her head no. "Stubborn b.i.t.c.h." I laughed before angling my mouth over hers. I was brutal but she held her own, opening her mouth and meeting my tongue with hers. She raked her nails down my back, purring like a cat.

s.h.i.+fting my hands to her t.i.ts, I rubbed and squeezed the ma.s.sive mounds, and then tweaked her nipples. She quivered, clenching her hands into my a.s.s. My c.o.c.k jumped, and I knew there was only one place that would satisfy it. I picked Kat up. She automatically wrapped her legs around my waist, giving me easy access to her sweet c.u.n.t. I plowed forward and buried my d.i.c.k into her. She transferred her hands to my shoulders and held on as I began to f.u.c.k her fast and furious. Each time I buried my d.i.c.k as deep as it could go, and each time her body clenched around me like a f.u.c.king vice.

"Sweet h.e.l.l, you're so f.u.c.king tight, baby."

"You have a monster c.o.c.k," she gasped in return.

"Complaining?"

"h.e.l.l no."

She sank her teeth into my shoulder and I f.u.c.king blew. Her p.u.s.s.y tightened and swelled, sucking my o.r.g.a.s.m from my b.a.l.l.s. For a couple of minutes I was helpless, unable to manage the violent convulsions that controlled my body as I filled Kat with c.u.m. As soon as I was able to move I reached for her c.l.i.t, rubbed and pinched it until she climaxed.

"Christ, babe, you drain a man's b.a.l.l.s." I reluctantly slipped out of her.

Kat smiled. "Complaining?" She slowly lowered her legs.

"h.e.l.l no." I turned her toward the water. "Let's finish our shower."

Kat finished before me, since she'd practically been done before our f.u.c.k episode. She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. Through the frosted gla.s.s I could see her wrap the towel around her body and leave the room. My hand was on my c.o.c.k, giving it a good lather. Woman drained me of everything I had and still my d.i.c.k wanted more of her p.u.s.s.y.

I wondered if I could get her out of my system before the morning. I needed to keep a clear head for the s.h.i.+t that was coming up with Dark Menace. Both of our clubs wanted to get rid of the Red Devils. Stone's inside man had got a message to him saying the Devils planned on showing up at the next underground fight in the small town of Last Hope. It was supposed to be neutral ground, and Crosby, the man who ran it, had plenty of muscle-men on his payroll to keep things organized, but more often than not fights broke out and brothers ended up dead. Because the place was out in the middle of f.u.c.king nowhere, the law wasn't a problem.

The Devils knew Dark Menace had their own fighters in the event and would be there, and they wanted to take out as many brothers of Dark Menace that they could. They wanted to take over the lucrative business Stone's club was doing for Covacks. Word was they were going to have help from another local, small time MC, the Predators, an MC too inexperienced and powerless to handle gunrunning.

Wildman was lazy, greedy, and he couldn't be trusted. It wouldn't surprise me if he wiped out the other club at the same time, killing two birds with one stone. What the Devils didn't know was that we were going to be there as back-up for Dark Menace, hoping to turn the tables on them. If we were lucky we'd take out some of the key players and leave the club crippled. If the Predators had joined the Devils we'd take care of them, too.