Savage Angels: A Savage MC Erotic Romance by Alice May Ball Page A

Daddy’s men, keeping all the good people safe from themselves .  
    Dwayne was high on crack, of course. Wanted to fuck right there by the side of the road, with the town spread out below us. There was hardly any traffic, so I couldn’t see much point. Still, he’d grabbed my tits, got my shirt open, my bra unhooked. Sucked on my nipples. I loved the way that he held my breasts. Grabbed them, squeezed them hard. Needy. Almost desperate. Sometimes he shook.
    Then rubbing the bulge in his pants against my short denim skirt. The skirt rode up, and his jeans scraped against my sheer panties. They were so wet by then I could smell them, and my hips were rocking hard against him whether I wanted them to or not, scraping up and down along the line of that bulge.
    His hands were on my breasts, on my neck, pulling on my shoulders. I knew what he’d want. His little baby doll cheerleader, kneeling on the rough ground, gravel ripping and laddering my expensive hold-ups. My big blonde tresses bobbing, knelt in front of him for all the world to see, while my hot, wet mouth and the top of my supple throat worked a wonder on his telegraph pole of a cock.  
    Couldn’t take that away from Dwayne, the man had a prodigious portion, a massive mast of manhood. He had one of the hugest fucking cocks that I ever in my life attempted to swallow.
    I got to my knees and my weight pressed into the roadside shale. By then I had learned something about finding sources of pain and relishing them inwardly, secretly. This was something that I wanted badly to explore and experience with a partner, but I wouldn’t trust the partner that I had, so it had to be just me and me for the time being. It worked.
    Then he hauled that great trunk out of his pants in front of my face, and the heat and the musty scent of him made my head spin. His hands plunged into the back of my hair and I twisted my head away. He loved to feel that I was resisting, like he was forcing me. He pulled, I pulled, all the while I let my hot breaths fan against his cock. I let him feel the edges of my teeth. He got bigger and harder with each breath.
    Then he got my lips pressed against it and they popped apart as I let him push it in. My hands grabbed the hard globes of his ass as his hard ridges slid through my lips, over my tongue, down to the back of my throat.
    I gripped through his soft cotton sweats into the crease between the clenching cheeks of his ass as he humped his hard hammer into my throat. Saliva cascaded sweet and gooey into my mouth and dribbled around my lips in the cold night air. The sweet wetness dribbled out as he sawed in and out of my hot mouth. Drips fell onto the tops of my bouncing breasts as Dwayne shoved deeper and harder into me.
    Dwayne fucked my face, faster and deeper and I thought he was losing it, but it was probably just the crack. He dragged me up and said he wanted to ‘bust my ass.’ He loved that phrase. He loved what it meant, too. Now he wanted to bend me over the hood of his old car, or over a rock, and ream my ass right out in plain view, probably hoping one of my Daddy’s deputies would come by.
    Only, at that point I’d had it with Dwayne. If he’d sucked on my pussy maybe, or even just finger-fucked me with some hint of consideration but no, Dwayne wants to bang yo ass, bitch. I told him he could wank himself off, go find a whore or we could both sit back and enjoy the show watching his balls change color.
    He took a swing at me and I sidestepped. As he swung back I blundered into his fist. He caught me off balance and hit my cheek hard. I fell to the ground, landed on my elbows.  
    A very big, very dull black motorcycle swept up the hill and came thumping up, and stopped right behind Dwayne.
    The biker’s voice was hard and firm, “Game over.” He stayed on the bike, the motor still thumping. Dwayne whirled around and yelled at him,
    “You need to just mind your goddamned business, greaseball.” By the time he’d finished