Bjorn: Teutonic Knights MC (5 page)

When she slid his shirt open to lick his nipple he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “You’re not fooling anyone. I know what you’re doing,” he growled.

He wasn’t hurting her, not like Andrew did, so she smiled up at him. “Does it matter?” she asked as her hand snaked into his pants. She was surprised he wasn’t wearing underwear.

It had been a few days since he’d nutted, and he had been looking forward to fucking the shit out of Honey tonight. As she gripped his cock he wondered if she could fuck as well as she could fight. There was only one way to find out, and he pulled her lips to his.

They began shedding clothes right there in the kitchen, their passions spooling up as the heat of their argument fueled the heat of their desires. Peyton dropped to her knees and unbuttoned the five closures on the front of his jeans. She didn’t gasp as she dragged his manhood out, but Ironside was the largest man she’d seen outside of porn videos, and the largest she’d ever held. She might have started fucking him to try to head off or minimize the pounding he was likely to give her with his fists, but she was going to enjoy him pounding her with another body part, and she hoped the pounding would be long, hard and relentless.

He sucked in a breath as she swallowed him, taking most of him in, more than any other woman had been able to. He grabbed her head and tried to force himself deeper still, but she fought back, her nails digging into his balls as she pulled them down, her teeth digging into his cock in warning.

“You bite me and I’ll break your fucking jaw,” he snarled.

“Then stop trying to force your horse dick down my throat,” she growled in return before swallowing him again.

He pulled her in hard again, but not as hard as the first time, and she didn’t fight him, even gripping his ass and pulling herself down a bit harder. He stood still, his hands on her head, breathing deep as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth.

Peyton was a goddamn knockout. He liked big women, women he could get his hands on and not worry about snapping them in half, women he could throw around in the bed and fuck the shit out of. Peyton was that kind of woman. She was only a few inches shorter than him, and big without being fat. She looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth, her large dark eyes crinkled in amusement. She was good at giving head, and she knew it.

She ran her hands over his hard legs and ass, delighting in contours of his muscles. He was steel hard, everywhere, and she felt like she was dripping on his floor. He was the stuff she dreamed off, the type of man who controlled her in her fantasies and fucked her long and hard as she cried out in pleasure over and over again.

He shoved her off his cock, but she came back for more. He shoved her away again, and hauled her up, kissing her hard as he gently mauled one of her breasts. She melted into the kiss, sucking hard on his tongue as she pulled him in. She was one wild bitch, and he looked forward to taming her.

He pushed her roughly back then stared at her.
This
was the type of rough fucking she liked! Hard, fast, rough, but not painful. He was manhandling the shit out of her, but he wasn’t hurting her, not like that asshole Andrew. She smiled, daring him to try to dominate her like in her fantasies. She may still get her ass kicked later, but it might be worth it.

He started to take her right there on kitchen table, but changed his mind. He didn’t know where she’d been and who’d used her. He took her by the back of the neck and marched her to the bedroom, watching her ass swing. She was sexy as hell with her pixie nose, short cut dark hair, big tits, rounded ass, and muscular legs and arms. If she wanted to fuck, he would fuck her. He would fuck her until she was screaming.

He shoved her to the bed, liking how she immediately crawled into it then spun on her knees to face him.

“Come on, tough guy. Show me what you’ve got,” she growled playfully, her eyes roaming over his body, itching to feel his hard, contoured, body pressed into hers as he shoved that huge cock inside of her.

He threw himself into the bed, then steered her head toward his cock as he pulled her hips around, lifting her over his head before pulling her down.

They pleased each other for many long moments, grunting and gasping as they dueled with their mouths. With a growl he twisted onto his side, their mouths still busy as they battled, each determined to make the other come first.

She was losing the war of pleasure. She hadn’t had an orgasm in several days and he was pleasing her like few men had been able to. The feel of his taut, hard, body against hers and her fantasies coming true were twisting her up, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

He began to thrust into her mouth, grunting as he fought against the pleasure of her mouth and tongue on his cock, and the tingle of her nails gently scratching his balls. He’d hoped the change of position would give him some respite, but Peyton was wearing him down, her gasps and grunts as she thrust at his face getting to him.

She howled her orgasm around his cock, refusing to give up, squeezing her eyes closed as she fought through the rapture, still plunging him between her tightly gripped lips, tingling with erotic energy, when he barked, an ocean of come filling her mouth.

Her muffled cry around his cock, refusing to yield, refusing to give up as she came, just as she refused to give up when fighting with Honey, pushed him over the edge. He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deep into her mouth as she reached around and gabbed his ass, holding him deep as he spilled wave after wave of semen into her mouth.

They relaxed out of their orgasms, panting and gasping in relief and the power of their climaxes. Ironside was the first to recover, rolling back over so Peyton was on top. She lay on him, his cock pressed against her cheek as she panted, waiting for her strength to return. She moved off him and turned in the bed to kiss him lustily. He returned her kiss, seeming not to mind his come in her mouth, his big hand going to the back of her neck and holding her lips to his as they devoured each other.

He released his hold on the back of her neck, allowing her to pull back from the kiss. She smiled down at him. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” she teased, caressing his cock, taking the condom from his fingers and sheathing his sword.

“You are?” he chuckled. “Maybe I’ll fuck you right back.”

“You’d better,” she growled as she swung a leg over. “Oh my God…you’re so fucking
big
!” she cried as she slowly lowered herself over him. It was a good thing she was already warmed up or she wasn’t sure she could handle him.

He let her settle, her face twisting as he slid into her, then she relaxed and smiled down at him. She wasn’t the tightest woman he’d ever had, but she was able to take all of him, something not all women could do. He considered it more than a fair trade because that meant he could fuck the shit out of her without hurting her.

She sighed as her ass settled on his hips. He felt so fucking
good
, stretching her like never before and caressing her
deep
as she began to work her hips. He was just touching her cervix, something nobody had been able to do from this position, and it felt
fantastic.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her head falling forward as she leaned on her hands.

“What?”

“Nothing…you feel so good,” she whispered as she began to thrust harder.

He smiled. Now that she was taking him, it was time. He slowly rolled her over, keeping his cock inside of her as they moved. She draped over the bed, her head hanging off. He hadn’t planned it that way, but it made her luscious breasts even more spectacular as they pulled taunt and firm. He twisted her hips and straddled her lower leg as he began to trust. He started out slow, pushing as deep as possible, but when she didn’t complain he smiled and began to drive into her with purpose.

“I can’t take it!” she gasped, pulling her head up to watch this fucking
god
drive his cock into her hard and fast. She gripped her breasts, squeezing them, before growling loudly while shaking her head as she tried to fight off her orgasm. She pushed at him with her leg, trying to throw him off his stroke, wanting to get some breathing room, but her angle was wrong and he was too strong.

He began to pant, one hand controlling her leg, the other tickling her nipple as her head flopped back again. Having her raise her head to look at him, her eyes fierce, her teeth bared, as if she were preparing for battle was turning him on.

She reared up, grabbing his arm as her second orgasm began to take her. “Fuck me harder,” she growled just as the teeth of her orgasm slammed into her. She fell back with a brief wail, her cry of pleasure sliding into a growl of passion as she gripped the linens.

“Fuck!” he barked, pulling out of her before she made him come again. He dragged her back up onto the bed, and flipped her over. She tried to rise but he drove her down, his hand in the middle of her back preventing her from rising again as he straddled her legs and steered his cock into her again.

She hissed in pleasure as he entered her, pushing in deep then clamping his legs strongly against her own. It was a technique smaller men used to make themselves feel bigger, but it made him feel
gigantic
! He leaned into her back with both hands, pinning her to the bed. She strained to rise, twisting her hips to try to dislodge him, but he was too big, too strong, and powered through her efforts with barely a break in his strokes.

“Fuck!” he snarled again, dropping to her back, wrapping her up as he buried his face in her neck. He was losing control.

Peyton grunted as his weight pressed her into the bed, but she loved the feel of his hard body pressed tightly against hers. His gasps, grunts and pants as he pounded into her, the feel of his thick arms wrapped around her, the feel of his sweat against her back, all combined to make her soar. It was her fantasy lover made real, fucking her as she only dreamed she could be fucked, controlling her, taking her for his pleasure but not actually hurting her. She began to growl, adding her sounds of passion to his own.

Her animal-like growls of passion ignited a blaze in him like none he had experienced. He began to fuck her as hard as he could, holding nothing back, letting himself go, fucking without worrying about hurting her.

Her orgasm crashed over her with such force she couldn’t even cry out, the strength of the rapture stealing her breath. Her teeth bared in a silent snarl of pleasure as she battled the pleasure, waiting for it to release her, and still he fucked her, fucking her hard and deep, grunting and panting as he took her for his own.

He shuddered then froze, pushing deep into her, pushing against the orgasm, fighting the pleasure crackling through his body until finally the hovering climax subsided. He hadn’t come but it had been a near thing. He pulled out of her and flopped to his back, panting like a bellows.

She slowly rose from the bed, still recovering from her orgasm, and turned to face him. He was pushing his hair out of his eyes with both hands, glistening with sweat, his huge cock begging to be kissed. She moved to take him into her mouth but he caught her and pulled her up higher and twisting her around so her back was to him. She settled over him, taking him inside again, leaning back onto her hands as he began to fuck her again, driving his cock into her hard and fast.

He pounded into her, his breath becoming harder and more ragged, his hands on her breasts gripping and massaging, his fingers tickling the nipples.

“Shit!” she hissed, then grunted as another orgasm began to rise up inside of her.

“You want me to come?” he grunted.

“Not yet!”

He pounded into her a moment longer before he dumped her to the bed. She started to rise to straddle him again, but he pushed her back as he moved between her legs. He fell over her, wrapping her up as he had on her back, panting into her neck. She crossed her legs over his back and locked her ankles, squeezing him tight, making him work to thrust into her, thrilling in the fact that he was so powerful she couldn’t stop him from fucking her.

“Fuck!” he roared into her neck as he came, driving with his leg with some deep-seated need to come as deeply in her as possible.

He crushed the breath of out her as he shuddered and shook, every muscle in his body rippling with the power of his orgasm. She held tight to him as he pressed hard into her, waiting, waiting, the press of his hips into hers, the feel of his cock touching her so deep, finally snipping the thread holding her orgasm back. She groaned as her climax rolled over her, clinging to him in that moment of perfect pleasure, until they relaxed together with an explosive release of breath.

***

“Whiteshirt, see if you can find the handcuffs and leg irons,” Ironside said as Peyton showered. He hoped Whiteshirt knew where they were, or if they still had them. He hadn’t seen them in the last eight years, not since the last time they used them when they were interrogating a Saracens.