Bad Boys of Romance(180)

Foreplay would have to wait as well, as much as I’d love her pouty lips suctioned around me. I needed to know this Emery was willing to take my dick. Then, ATF or not, I’d keep her around, fuck her senseless and have her help me kill Amun tomorrow night. I’d know for sure if she was a Fed. or not then. The thought satisfied me. My mission paved a lonely road. Even if Emery told the truth, she’d be someone with nothing to lose. I’d take her to California with me as a cover. Better still, she’d keep my dick warm on cold nights. After all, dead women tell no tales.

It’d been too long since a woman warmed my bed, one who wasn’t a whore. The thought of having time to play with Emery on my long journey made my cock weep with anticipation of things to come. This was a test more than anything. Would she really let me fuck her, right here right now? Ready or not, I was about to take her for a ride. I seized her by the waist, pulling her pussy to me, her head falling off the pillow. She wrapped her legs around me before I spread her lips open with my dick, positioning the tip at her tight entrance. Holding her hips, I surged, determined to fill her completely. She wailed as I bottomed out. Clearly, her husband didn’t have a very big cock. Her pussy encased me like a vice. I descended on her breasts, sucking one nipple at a time while she squirmed around me, getting used to my size. It was the good kind of wriggling. She wanted this. Her arms went around me. My nose landed in the crook of her neck, inhaling the fancy hotel soap scent that reminded me of bathing her last night. I’d been glad she lived, even gladder now I was inside her. Her long nails dug into my back, enough encouragement to edge me forward. I buried my rod deeper though there was nowhere else to go. Retreating out of her slick walls before plunging back in, reckless like on the open road, breaking my way back in every time, I busted into her pussy powerfully but rhythmically. Boy, she was going to be sore, and I was going to cum too quickly. Watching her chest bounce and her face transform with pleasure, her mouth forming a gorgeous O, I grabbed a handful of her long hair, and kissed her starved lips as I pulled out completely. I didn’t need to cum just yet.

“Turn over,” I growled. She obeyed without hesitation. I trailed my hands down her flawless tan back, the one part of her that didn’t have one of those thin scars, and back up to her behind. Guiding her ass into the air, I spread her knees. Emery’s face hid under her mane of golden flowing hair as she clung to the pillow underneath her. Getting to my own knees, I ran my cock over her sweet ass, butting the head against her back entrance, wanting to drive forward. “You ever been fucked up the ass, sweet thing?”

“No,” came her nervous, muffled voice, but I already knew the answer and, for certain, she wasn’t sent from a rival Motorcycle Gang. Fucking ATF whore.

“That’s gonna change.” After getting my finger wet in her glistening pussy, I slipped the tip of it into her puckered hole. Emery groaned, rearing her ass back against me.

“Not tonight,” she pleaded.

I slithered my dick back into her swollen twat and froze inside her. “But I thought we had a deal, you do anything I say, right?”

“Yes, anything you say, but not tonight,” Emery panted.

I snatched the belt strap, tugging her neck back. Bending over her, my lips grazed her ear. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

That one word excited me more than all of tonight. Fucking minx wanted her orgasm. “Sweetheart, you need to hold on to something.”

She braced herself, extending her arms to the headboard as I pistoned in and out, all the while gingerly fingering her constricted rosebud. She yelled out, and I stopped.

“What the hell?” She squealed.

“What do you want?”

“Fuck me!”

“Fuck me, who?”

Emery howled my name, begging me to go on. Soon, I could feel her spasm around me. I reached around and tickled her clit to make it last a bit longer as I slowed my pace until I quaked, spilling my seed deep inside her. As I pulled out, I wondered if she really was some suicidal bitch. She took my dick way too easy, saying she enjoyed it would be an understatement. Either she was crazy or it was all part of her plan. Compressing a smile, Emery glowed as she breathed heavily.

I drew her into my arms while I tried to catch my own breath. “I told you I knew how to treat a lady.”

She closed her eyes and finally a small smile surfaced. It was all the thanks I needed.

While I recovered with this strange woman against me, I knew her orgasm wasn’t fake. She loved my dick. But if she was a Fed., she’d be one tough bitch. She’d want to get back to my brothers and the General. Nothing would stop her. As I thought more, I didn’t think she’d give a rat’s ass about killing Amun. I’d show her a thing or two. No matter who she was, I’d see how far she’d be willing to go, either to die or to bring me and my family in.