Page 56 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
“Get on your knees, Quinn,” he said, in a low deep voice.
His eyes had grown heavy and dark, and I could feel my pussy beginning to throb again.
I did what I was told. I sat up on the couch, and turned around, getting on my knees so that my breasts pressed into the back of the couch.
I sensed him step up to me. His hands were on my ass, and he flipped up my dress so that my panties were revealed to him. He tugged at the elastic and snapped it against my ass. I winced at the sting of it and then thrust my ass out towards him again. That felt good.
His large hands were on my ass, and he squeezed and kneaded them like dough. His cock grazed against me, and I felt a thrill run down my spine. I had never been with a man who was that big before. It hadn’t even fit in my mouth, and I was sure that it wasn’t going to fit in my pussy.
I didn’t want him to take it slow though, I wanted to feel his entire length plowing into me. I was breathing hard, waiting for the moment when he’d be inside me.
Marco’s hands were preparing me. He squeezed my ass and then with one hand, snapped my panty apart. It fell away from me on the couch, and he reached for my pussy.
I was staring at the wall, waiting for the moment when his fingers would touch my wet folds. He did, sliding his hand up and down my throbbing swollen slit. I was wet for him, ready to explode already. After I had a taste of him, his cock was all I wanted inside me.
“Good, you’re ready,” I heard him say.
His cock slid into me from behind, and I gasped and moaned. Inch by inch, Marco was thrusting himself into me, and I clutched the back of the couch tightly. He was big, too big for me and I could feel the friction of his big cock reaching deep inside me.
“Marco, please, harder!” I squealed, just as he slid his cock out of me. Then he picked up speed.
His cock was ramming into my pussy, and he grunted with every thrust. I couldn’t believe how close I was to coming so quickly. His cock pulsated inside my pussy, sliding in and out, reaching the farthest corners of my hot core. He grunted and moaned along with me, clutching my waist tightly with his large hands.
He slapped my ass once, twice and the sting of the slap made the pleasure even more unbearable. I knew I was going to come sooner than ever before.
He was still thrusting his cock when I orgasmed. I was screeching at the top of my lungs as I came. My body writhed, and my toes curled while he continued pumping his cock into me furiously.
“Fuck!” he growled angrily, and I felt him shoot inside me too. We were coming together. He groaned and cursed as he emptied his seed into me. My orgasm rose and fell till I was completely exhausted. I could feel my ass throbbing from the slaps he had landed on it. My pussy was full of his cock and his cum, and I could feel some of it trickling down the insides of my thighs.
Marco pulled his cock out of me with force, and I crashed forward on to the couch with an exhausted sigh.
He tumbled down over me, and our bodies were pressed together, our skin covered with films of sweat. Marco was on top of me, my cheek was pressed against the seat of the couch, and we were both exhausted.
It didn’t even feel like a one night stand, as I laughed. He was turning me around to face him, and he leaned forward and kissed my lips.
“You can stay here if you want to, you don’t have to leave,” Marco said, as his eyes roamed over my face.
What was I doing? I had just had sex with a stranger I met at my father’s bar, and now I was accepting his offer to fall asleep in his arms on his couch.
Chapter 7
Marco
When I woke up the next morning, I saw Quinn getting dressed. I wanted to tell her how amazing the previous night had been. I hadn’t felt like this about a woman in a very long time, but she had her back turned to me and seemed to be in a hurry to get out of there.
I straightened up on the couch, and she heard and turned to look at me. She was back in her dress and boots and jackets, and looking at her again reminded me of the rush of attraction I had felt towards her the previous night. When I’d seen her sitting beside me at the bar, I hadn’t expected to wake up with her the next morning.
“Sorry, Marco, I have to go,” she said, and her eyes drifted down to my cock. I had woken up with a hard-on for her, and I watched as she licked her lips and then looked away quickly.
“I won’t keep you, but I was just about to make breakfast,” I said.
Even though I barely knew her, and this had technically been a one night stand; I didn’t want her to leave.
“I wish I could stay, but I have to go. I have some errands to run,” Quinn said, and she tipped her head to the side. I smiled at her and nodded. I didn’t want to push too hard. I didn’t want to ask her if I could see her again.
Her eyes darted around the room then, and she rushed towards my cell phone on the floor. My brows were crossed as she picked it up and started typing something into it.
“My number’s in there. Call me sometime,” she said with a grin and then looked down at the screen again. “Someone called Hunter is calling you,” she added and then threw the phone over to me. I caught it in my hands and then she had turned around and was gone from my apartment.
When I answered Hunter’s call, I could barely find my voice to speak. It was like I still had my head in the clouds.
“Yeah,” I said groggily.
“Where did you disappear to last night, man?” Hunter sounded excited and wide awake.
“Yeah, I had this thing…” I started to say, trying to come up with excuses. I didn’t want him getting too excited about some girl I’d met at the Rusty Pelican.
“Yeah, okay, anyway, some of the guys and I were talking last night. We think we want to introduce the idea to Axel,” I heard Hunter say.
“What idea?” I asked, sitting up straighter on the couch.
“The idea of you joining the MC. Becoming a prospect. Meet us at church today, at the Rusty Pelican. It’s at noon,” Hunter said, and I gulped.
This was happening too fast. I had just met this woman who had blown my mind, and now Hunter was seriously talking about me joining the MC and becoming a prospect.
Fast was good. I was done with taking things slow.
Chapter 8
Quinn
It was mom who opened the door, and the moment I stepped into the house, I could smell the bacon cooking in the kitchen.
“Quinn! Honey, look who’s here!” mom was squealing with glee as she hugged me tightly in her arms. She led me into the kitchen, where my dad was standing over the stove, frying bacon with an apron at his waist.
This sight never failed to amuse me. My dad was a big scruffy biker, shirtless, with an apron at his waist and cooking breakfast.
“Quinn! When did you get here?” dad came rushing towards me, with the frying tongs in his hand and he threw his arms around me.
“Just now. I took a cab from the airport,” I said and hugged my parents tightly.
“Sit down, honey, have some coffee,” mom was fretting over me, and I pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. It was good to be home, especially when home offered specimens like Marco. I could still feel his cock ramming into me, and I pressed my legs together tightly to stop the throbbing in my pussy.
Dad whipped up a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast and presented it to me at the table. They were full of questions about college and the new job prospects and how long I was planning to stay.
“You should come around and meet the guys at the bar, honeybun,” dad said as my parents sat down with me at the table. I laughed slightly at the nickname. I avoided his eyes as I pierced some eggs with my fork. I had already lied to him about when I’d arrived, and I decided against telling him that I had already been at the bar.
“But I’m sure I don’t know most of the people anymore,” I said and concentrated on the food.
“Some of the old guys are still there, and I’d like to introduce you to the new fellas. They’ve heard so much about
you,” dad said and pinched my chin like he used to when I was a kid.
They were all smiles and happy as they laughed and talked. I wanted to stay away from the bar because I didn’t want to alarm Marco. I wasn’t entirely sure if he was going to be there again, but chances were that he might be.
“Will you come around today? Say two? We have a little meeting at noon, and after that, I can introduce you to everyone?” dad insisted again. Mom was nodding her head encouragingly as well, and I gulped. My throat had already gone dry with nervousness.
“Sure dad, whatever you want, I’ll see you at the bar later,” I said, and he reached over and gave me another hug.
My only hope now was that Marco wouldn’t be there.
Chapter 9
