4 Horsemen Novella! Kayla's Ride (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) (5 page)

“I can’t…. I can’t control it.” Mark grunted in a strained voice.

The cock pulsed inside me rapidly and I screamed out with unholy pleasure. Famine’s thighs rippled, the muscles beneath the skin bulging as I looked back from my submissive position, eyes wide. He was cumming, his orgasm wracking his body from head to toe as he spilled into my delicate tunnel.

“Deeper!” I shouted, driving down on his still pulsating cock. His hands wrapped around me with a careful tenderness I hadn’t expected. I looked into his shining eyes, the sexy body a hulking form as he lifted me from the bed, slamming me against a wall, driving me over the edge with pleasure. The huge cock never left my pussy as I rode him. I held on for dear life as a second orgasm rocked my body, pleasure radiating around his shaft, marveling at my ability to take him in. I shuddered as Mark groaned viciously. He slammed into me with surprising force, driving me against the wall and angling him toward the forward wall of my wet tunnel. His length slid against my g-spot, driving me over the moon as wave after wave of orgasm kept crashing over me.

Famine lifted me again, turning us around and pressing my face down against the sheet. My breasts flattened against the bed as my ass presented itself in the air with my legs straight as boards. His scent was all I could think of as my body stayed locked in the docile position, the ultimate submission. Famine lined up behind me, plowing his cock home with renewed vigor as I bit my lip and let him fuck me like the man he was.

“Oh god yes…” I screamed, another orgasm rocking my body. I shuddered against Famine, the muscles in my pussy gripping down with impossible force. I milked his cock with my body as he joined me in his own second orgasm, weaker this time as his cock strained to push out any lingering seed. His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed deeper than I could have ever imagined. Stopping there, he froze, his body pressed against me the last shivers traveling through his shaft as I squeezed around him. I was his to use, and I breathed deeply, feeling so full.

We stayed like that for a long time, the sensation of fulfillment staying even as I could feel Mark’s body relaxing, the muscles softening beneath his skin.

“That was incredible” I whispered, Mark’s cock still inside me. I could feel the desire between us building again. I couldn’t get enough.

“You’re mine,” Mark said back. You will ride with the Horsemen forever.

“Ride with the horsemen?”

Mark laughed, his body shaking against me. I found the sensation pleasurable, moaning against the still large cock inside me. I started to bounce myself backward, riding him again ever so slowly.

“The MC. Sons of San Merced, the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Death, War, Conquest, and myself,” Mark whispered.

I moaned, increasing my pace. Somehow, Mark managed to maintain his strength, the long cock sliding in and out of my body with a smooth grace. Time slipped away.

I went quiet, losing track of myself as we made love, no more words to be spoken. Soon, we lay unmoving, his body still pressed to mine.

“I’ll protect you Kayla,” Mark whispered. “The club has rules they will want you to follow, but I won’t let them hurt you.”

My free hand went instinctively to my belly, touching it tenderly. I’d been transformed. I was no longer the woman who accepted the abuse of men. I was beautiful, I was wanted, I was protected, I was to ride with the horsemen, and there was something else. I couldn’t explain how I knew, couldn’t describe how it could be possible… My body knew. Somehow it could sense it.

I am pregnant…

Chapter 5:

Mourning Morning

I WOKE
, breathing in the scent of the morning as the daylight streamed in just kissing my light skinned and freckled body. The red sheets were slick and coolbeneath me, making it easy to roll over to see Famine. His chest rose and fell, the scent of our indiscretions unable to hide his hard edged natural masculine scent. He was atop the sheets and blankets, his taut muscles barely contained by the skin that rippled above. My fingers slid down along his hard abs, bouncing along as they traced down further and wrapped around the real object of my desire.

Mark, as I had found, has an incredible dick.

I looked up checking his deep breathing, holding the morning erection in my hand. It was yearning, pleading with me, telling me exactly what to do.

My breasts slid over Mark’s legs, carefully avoiding his stitches as I positioned myself between them, taking in another breath of his sexual scent. Every part of my body was tingling in anticipation as I slid upward atop them, my nipples tracing lines on his thighs. I had to taste him.

His muscles tensed as my tongue slowly flicked out over the head of his long hard cock. I flattened it against him, bringing my upper lip over the tip before circling my tongue clear around in a circle. Lifting off, I drifted downward, kissing the dark base. Mark’s breathing was harder, insistent. I smiled, leaning in and lavishing the entire shaft with a long slow lick from the bottom to the tip, clear around the head, then back down again as my lips encircled him.

“Oh damn Kayla,” Mark whispered as I engulfed the huge shaft with my hot and moaning mouth, forcing myself downward and stretching my jaw to its absolute limit.

I loved the way the words rolled like silk from his mouth. The low vibrations of his voice only spurred me on, my tongue teasing the underside of his shaft as I bobbed my head slowly up and down. His hands reached down, caressing my face and running fingers through my hair, pulling me down even harder around his huge cock.

“You’re good at that baby, but if you’re gonna ride with the Horsemen, you’re going to need some more practice.”

I whimpered as his fingers balled into fists, insistent, my scalp searing in pain as he pulled my hair and forced himself into my throat. I moaned around the head of his cock, vibrations in my throat shivering around him as he pulled free, slamming home again and again. Mark was fucking my mouth, a sloppy mess of saliva rolling down his shaft as he choked me on his huge dick.

“See? You can it,” he said softly, pulling my hair upward to draw my eyes to his own. Even at this angle, his cock was still deep, the length almost overwhelming. His hands released me, and I stared at him, never letting my eyes leave his as I forced myself back down. Finally, I lost sight of him over his heaving pecs, turning my attention to his abs as I tried desperately to touch the tip of my nose to the base of his stomach.

“Fuck yeah baby. Now you’re getting it. Keep that up and maybe I’ll let you wake me up like this every day.

I slurped and gagged around him, tears welling up in my eyes. My mouth was being used, abused as he flexed his hips and drove his cock home again and again. My pussy tingled with anticipation, every inch of my body wanting nothing more than to get Mark off, to feel his cock filling my mouth with seed. Still, I had needs of my own. Carefully, I moved my body, lifting my leg back up and over his thighs, my mouth continuing its desperate task. Spinning round with his cock rotating in my mouth, I straddled his face and forced myself upon him.

“Here kitty kitty,” Mark whispered, gripping my ass firmly with his arms and pulling me down onto his hot mouth. A long tongue penetrated me unexpectedly, sliding into my delicate tunnel as his hips flexed, his cock popping back into my throat. Taken from both sides, I moaned wildly, letting Mark hold me there until he was ready to draw back. Unable to breathe, I squirmed against him, my vision starting to draw into a tunnel before he shifted, freeing my airway of his thick member. His tongue pulled back as well, drawing long lashes along the lips of my pussy.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned, drawing my head back with lips quivering until his cock came free with a loud slurping pop. “Yes Mark… Lick me, lick my clit!”

His tongue crashed into my delicate nub as I threw myself back into the blow job, I buried his huge cock in my mouth, gripping his balls lightly and massaging them as I bobbed and moaned around the shaft.

Mark’s tongue was talented, writing love letters across my clit before driving back into my wet pussy, his hands wrapping under me to fondle my clitoris as his tongue plundered my secret tunnel. I didn’t let up, bringing myself down with even more insistency, my juices flowing as I swallowed against the head of his cock and let it slide in and out of the back of my throat.

“Oh damn Kayla,” Mark’s voice whispered, muffled by my pussy. I shuddered at the feeling of his voice vibrating against my folds, his hips flexing as my clitoris rode his tongue to the peak of the mountain. My hand wrapped around his shaft, the ring of my mouth bumping against it with every stroke as the pulsations started, his orgasm rising up from the depths of his soul.

Mark’s moans vibrated my clit just enough, my own orgasm crashing down as I flexed and forced myself down onto his face, his cock cumming wildly and filling my mouth with seed. It was all I could do not to choke on the thick cream as it poured out and forcefully plastered the inside of my cheeks and throat, rolling across my tongue. The taste of salt and smoke was lingering as my pussy shivered in tune with his cock, every last drop being milked from him my my insistent suckling lips.

We lay like that for awhile, the feeling of his breathing on my thigh as I kept him in my mouth, savoring him as he softened slightly between my lips. He rolled me off slowly, planting a final kiss on my soft mound before laying back himself, totally spent. I inhaled again, the scent of our union soft in the air. My eyes closed, just living, his hand falling into my own as we lay side by side, connected in the early dawnlight… In that moment, just breathing and touching, it was easy to push the danger out of my mind. Maybe we could get out of this alive. We could disappear, live another life, one far away from the danger and the human trafficking and the Horsemen… Far from all the evils of the world…

Maybe…

A different scent rolled into my nose as my eyes flashed back open. Coffee! Bacon! My legs propelled me, my hands pulling the ruined shirt together to cover me as best as possible as I made my way to the kitchen.

“Long ride ahead of us… I made breakfast.”

I smiled. Famine stood wearing a pair of tight jeans, still shirtless. He worked the skillet with expert precision, tossing eggs and bacon to a pair of plates before spinning around and taking a seat across from me.

“Don’t worry baby, I took a quick ride into town for fresh ingredients.”

I laughed, thinking about the potential contents of the old unused fridge.

It was almost enough to forget that anything had happened, to pretend that it was all just a dream. I could live in this moment, just another normal morning with my normal man, having a normal breakfast. No bikers, no Kings, no dark parking lots, no baby growing inside me…

“I know you have more questions.”

The statement of fact was cold, and it broke my little fantasy. I’d been attacked in a parking lot by dangerous men. Famine was one of the Four Horsemen, a gang of bikers who worked for the government. Nothing about this was normal, and nothing ever would be again. If I was to survive, Mark was my lighthouse against the crashing waves. He knew what was going on, and I needed him to share this knowledge.

“What happens now?” I asked, hesitating.

“We drive into Vegas and wait on Conquest’s call,” Mark replied.

“Why do they want to kill us?”

Mark didn’t like the question, his face contorting. “We don’t know it was the Kings Kayla, not yet.”

The air hung in the room, thick. Mark’s eyes flashed with what looked like pain. I wondered how long he had been doing this. How long he had been saddled with the MC. It wasn’t my pain to bear, but I found a tear running down my face, my fingertip wiping it away from its perch on my cheek.

“It wasn’t always like this, you know…”

He seemed to read my mind, his eyes flashing as they stared into my own.

“Sure, we did a few bad things, but we were fair. We kept the crime out of town, the cartel from the south and the mobsters from back east. Long as we held the docks, they left San Merced alone. People appreciated that. We were heroes.”

Mark frowned, the lines on his face forming deep creases. “It took them a long time, but eventually, we gave the FBI enough rope to hang us.”

“The FBI?” I asked inquisitively.

Mark laughed, as if he’d told a great joke. “Do you know how long I’ve wished I could trust someone with this story, Kayla?”

I smiled, waiting for him to continue. In this dusty little kitchen the world melted away as Mark painted a picture of history.

“They came down on us hard. RICO, we were dead to rights, every one of us. Worse, there was no way that vacuum of power wouldn’t be filled. Blood would spill, our families, our friends.”

“You made a deal?” I whispered.

“They offered a deal. In exchange for our freedom. We had connections, Kayla. They needed certain shipments to get through, and certain shipments to be stopped. They needed someone on the docks who wasn’t afraid to spill a little blood. Do the things the government cant. Nobody knows, outside of the club. They still come to us for protection, to get the crates off the boat without anyone looking inside. Most of the time, we do the job without any questions, take the money and run… The few we have to pull off for the NSA, or homeland security, or whoever, those are just acceptable losses. If we have to bust up a few noses int he process, we do it.”