month but we couldn't wait any longer. We did it in the back of my old cramped VW Beetle. I loved him so much. Rebel was gentle, not wanting to break me. That was real love making.
Not like this time. Rebel wanted to fuck me hard and I needed him to.
“You're so tight, Kayla.” Rebel gripped onto my thighs and used them as leverage to fuck me even deeper. I raked my fingernails down his back as hard as I could.
“Don't stop!” I ordered him.
Every thrust into me sent my body into overdrive. I wanted to stay here on this bed forever with Rebel.
“Come for me one more time, baby. Come with me.”
Rebel's words finished me off. My skin shattered into a million pieces as I came around his thickness. I couldn't stop shaking from the extreme orgasm. Everything became one when I felt Rebel flood me with his seed. Our screams and moans waked the entire apartment building.
Rebel stayed inside me until his penis became flaccid. I never wanted him to leave. The feeling of being with him was like no other. “I missed that so much,” Rebel said.
“Me too,” I replied. Rebel collapsed next to me and held me in his arms. I never felt so safe before. Everything was how it should be. But that voice in the back of my head was still yelling at me. I'd have to confront the problem eventually.
But all I wanted to do right now was fall asleep in Rebel's arms and never worry about anything ever again.
Rebel
The sex was how I always dreamed it would be—my cock sinking into Kayla over and over again. Kayla moaning my name as she came around me. My engorged manliness unloading inside her. Life never tasted so sweet.
Kayla ran her fingertips along my skin. The sensation was so calming. Her fingers found the scars on my sides and she hesitated. “When did you get these?”
“First few days of prison.”
It was a hellish time of my life. The Reavers MC didn't have very many allies and that meant no help. I knew prison was going to be hard. And the first day I realized how hard.
The 809 MC had a lot of members in prison. I knew payback was inevitable. I always thought it would happen in the shower. At least that's how the movies always portrayed it. But it happened in the weight room. I was trying to keep a low profile and just work on my bench presses.
That's when three black guys from the 809 held me down and slid two shanks up my sides. The amount of blood that poured out of me was unimaginable. I should have died on that bench but the doctor was able to keep me alive.
After that, the 809s left me alone. I'd suffered enough in their eyes. If I had the power of the Reavers behind me, I'd have taken out every last one of those motherfuckers. But not knowing how long I'd be in prison, I knew the more enemies I made, the sooner my life would end.
“How did it happen?” she asked. The details were too gruesome for Kayla. She didn't have to hear it all.
“Retaliation.”
Her lips pressed against my scars and made everything all right. It was almost worth getting stabbed just so I could feel her mouth against my skin again.
“You have a lot more tattoos since the last time I saw you. What does the hand of playing cards mean?” Kayla pointed to the ink on my chest.
“One of the prizes of winning a poker game. Money doesn't mean much in prison. ”
Kayla nodded like she knew what I meant. But she'd never grasp the darkness of prison. And I had to keep that away from her.
Everything was how it should be with Kayla naked and back in my arms. Her tits were pressed against my side and I could feel her heartbeat. It was strong and confident. But Kayla was different somehow. She wasn't being her true self. I'd known her for a long time and could tell when she was hiding something from me.
“What are you not telling me, Kayla?”
Kayla raised her head from my chest and glanced at me. Her blue eyes sparkled. “What do you
Not like this time. Rebel wanted to fuck me hard and I needed him to.
“You're so tight, Kayla.” Rebel gripped onto my thighs and used them as leverage to fuck me even deeper. I raked my fingernails down his back as hard as I could.
“Don't stop!” I ordered him.
Every thrust into me sent my body into overdrive. I wanted to stay here on this bed forever with Rebel.
“Come for me one more time, baby. Come with me.”
Rebel's words finished me off. My skin shattered into a million pieces as I came around his thickness. I couldn't stop shaking from the extreme orgasm. Everything became one when I felt Rebel flood me with his seed. Our screams and moans waked the entire apartment building.
Rebel stayed inside me until his penis became flaccid. I never wanted him to leave. The feeling of being with him was like no other. “I missed that so much,” Rebel said.
“Me too,” I replied. Rebel collapsed next to me and held me in his arms. I never felt so safe before. Everything was how it should be. But that voice in the back of my head was still yelling at me. I'd have to confront the problem eventually.
But all I wanted to do right now was fall asleep in Rebel's arms and never worry about anything ever again.
Rebel
The sex was how I always dreamed it would be—my cock sinking into Kayla over and over again. Kayla moaning my name as she came around me. My engorged manliness unloading inside her. Life never tasted so sweet.
Kayla ran her fingertips along my skin. The sensation was so calming. Her fingers found the scars on my sides and she hesitated. “When did you get these?”
“First few days of prison.”
It was a hellish time of my life. The Reavers MC didn't have very many allies and that meant no help. I knew prison was going to be hard. And the first day I realized how hard.
The 809 MC had a lot of members in prison. I knew payback was inevitable. I always thought it would happen in the shower. At least that's how the movies always portrayed it. But it happened in the weight room. I was trying to keep a low profile and just work on my bench presses.
That's when three black guys from the 809 held me down and slid two shanks up my sides. The amount of blood that poured out of me was unimaginable. I should have died on that bench but the doctor was able to keep me alive.
After that, the 809s left me alone. I'd suffered enough in their eyes. If I had the power of the Reavers behind me, I'd have taken out every last one of those motherfuckers. But not knowing how long I'd be in prison, I knew the more enemies I made, the sooner my life would end.
“How did it happen?” she asked. The details were too gruesome for Kayla. She didn't have to hear it all.
“Retaliation.”
Her lips pressed against my scars and made everything all right. It was almost worth getting stabbed just so I could feel her mouth against my skin again.
“You have a lot more tattoos since the last time I saw you. What does the hand of playing cards mean?” Kayla pointed to the ink on my chest.
“One of the prizes of winning a poker game. Money doesn't mean much in prison. ”
Kayla nodded like she knew what I meant. But she'd never grasp the darkness of prison. And I had to keep that away from her.
Everything was how it should be with Kayla naked and back in my arms. Her tits were pressed against my side and I could feel her heartbeat. It was strong and confident. But Kayla was different somehow. She wasn't being her true self. I'd known her for a long time and could tell when she was hiding something from me.
“What are you not telling me, Kayla?”
Kayla raised her head from my chest and glanced at me. Her blue eyes sparkled. “What do you
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