Outlaw Country: A Biker Erotic Romance (3 page)

Delilah was also enthralled by the sight of Micah's manhood. It was an inch and a half thick and almost seven inches long. It stood erect and proud, like a phallic monument of masculine glory. Micah pulled back the foreskin to reveal the exquisite head. It was shaped like a mushroom dome and tinged an exotic shade of purple. The magnificent head crowned his cock like a glorious amethyst gem. A giant sack with a pair of testes brimmed with life-giving seed at the base of his cock.

Micah could barely contain himself, as he beheld Delilah's angelic curves and shaven womanhood. He stroked himself, as Delilah approached and straddled his lap. She looked him straight in the eye. Then, she raised herself up on her knees and felt underneath for his cock.

Micah gripped her hips to hold her steady. She grasped his cock with her comparatively tiny hand. Then, she lined it up with her moist labia and carefully lowered herself down on to it.

An audible gasp escaped Delilah's lips, as Micah slipped inside her. The sexual tension that had been brewing until this moment made her pussy slick with anticipation. Her body eagerly preempted this coupling. The slick secretions that lined her love-tunnel allowed Micah to enter her with ease. Even so, his sheer length and girth made her grunt with a tinge of discomfort, as she stretched to accommodate him.

Once Micah and Delilah became acclimated to one another's presence, Delilah began to rock. She sensuously ground her hips forwards and backwards with grace, as she rode him. She put her hands firmly on Micah's powerful shoulders for support. He gripped her hips and aided her movements by pushing and pulling in sync with her body.

As Delilah rode Micah's cock, she began to settle into a smooth rhythm. She moved so that her entire body rippled like a professional belly dancer. Her inner thighs rubbed against Micah's hips. His skin slid against her own and his cock glided inside of her. Delilah delighted in the discovery of her hidden talent. She enthusiastically undulated her body, as Micah looked up at her with fire in his eyes.

Micah tried to hold back his inflamed urges, but they became harder to suppress. Delilah continued to grind her hips up and down his groin with amazing skill and dexterity. He gritted his teeth in barely restrained lust, as the silky folds of Delilah's pussy kissed and caressed his manhood. The coital massage was exquisite and intense. It took a serious effort on his part to hold back. Finally, it all became too much and he took charge.

Micah rose to his feet abruptly. He lifted Delilah into the air, as she remained impaled atop his cock. Delilah yelped in surprise. She held on tightly to Micah's shoulders and neck, as she was carried forward and aggressively pinned against the wall of her bedroom. Delilah giggled. It thrilled her to have the sexual initiative wrested from her so vigorously. She ran her hands all over Micah's wonderful body. She savored the powerful touch of his virile musculature, while she snuggled her vulnerable, female frame against him.

Once Micah took the reins of the encounter, he began to thrust into Delilah with unbridled lust. The sexual disempowerment felt raw to her, especially as he grunted with each inward stroke. Micah rammed in and out of Delilah's wet pussy. His hips audibly slapped against hers with each powerful inward stroke. The head of his cock invaded her and pounded rhythmically against her, as if demanding the ultimate form of surrender.

Meanwhile, Delilah's beleaguered pussy worked hard to accommodate him. Her womanhood was already stretched to its maximum extent by the sheer size of his penis. At the same time, her cunt's warm, wet folds rippled and contracted in just the right places to caress, soothe, and appease his cock. Her body encouraged his to release its potent payload sooner rather than later.

Delilah was delirious with sexual excitement. The angle of his thrusts made everything more intense. His crotch rubbed against Delilah clitoris and made the ecstasy even more unbearable. Finally, the sensation boiled over into a full body orgasm.

Pleasure shot through Delilah's body, like a bolt of ecstatic lightning. It surged up and set all her nerve endings on fire at once. She squealed in erotic delight. Her orgasm drowned her senses and blotted out any other sensations. She held on tight to her wild lover and dug her nails into his back and shoulders. He continued to slam his hips into hers with unrelenting fury.

Delilah's orgasm excited Micah even more. It spurred him on. He accelerated the rate of his already vigorous fucking to a bestial frenzy. He was determined to charge through to his own climax. It didn't matter if she was on the pill or not. He needed to release his seed inside of her. He had to relieve the unbearable churning sensation that was boiling over in his balls. Delilah’s slick folds added to the sensuous counter-assault against his intruding cock. The soft caress of male on female flesh made it harder and harder to hold back against his inevitable sexual release.

It was obvious Delilah wanted it, too. Even while he pinned her against the wall, she undulated her hips. She was more than eager for her lover to unload himself inside of her; she was desperate for it. Her body reacted to the final stages of their wild copulation.

The walls of her vagina rippled and contracted, caressed and teased him. It encouraged Micah's cock to surrender his seed. Her cervix gently kissed the tip of his penis every time he thrust it inside her.

At long last, the moment arrived. He squeezed her against the wall and physically forbade her to struggle or escape. The sexual churning in Micah's balls boiled over into a full-blown climax. He snarled like an enraged bull, as he thrust his manhood home. He shot his seed to the back of her pussy and flooded her with jet after sticky jet of his potent man-seed. Forcefully, he emptied himself inside her helpless and unprotected womanhood.

Delilah, for her part, had no intention whatsoever of cutting short this glorious moment. Her body and mind were united. Her single focus was on the primal act of breeding with the sexually insatiable alpha male between her thighs. She instinctively wrapped her legs behind his hips and locked his lower body in place. The act forced them to stay connected. Now, he couldn't remove himself from inside her, even if he'd wanted to. She embraced his powerful torso and squeezed his body against her own. She was determined not to let him go, as he continued to pump her full of his semen.

When his cum flooded her, it felt like an otherworldly experience. Delilah's pussy worked to milk his member for every drop it could muster. It contracted and squeezed, as the seminal jets gradually weakened into dribbles. Her cervix moved rhythmically, too. It gently kissed the tip of Micah's penis and dipped into the massive of pool of semen. Still drunk on the climactic high, Delilah made little movements with her hips and teased Micah's gradually deflating cock.

As Micah's ejaculations died down, the couple stayed locked in their mutually lust-filled embrace. They panted, as they glided down together from their shared ecstasy. Beads of sweat ran down their naked bodies. Eventually, Delilah leaned forward and planted her mouth on Micah's neck. She gently dug her teeth into his flesh. Then, she closed her lips over his skin and sucked hard.

Micah barely flinched as his lover marked him with a hickey. He returned the kiss and ran his hands along the delicious curves of her body. She snuggled back against him and unlocked her legs from behind his lower back. As she did so, she lowered her feet to the ground.

Micah was still plugged firmly inside of her. He lifted her back up into the air and carried her to the bed. He pulled back the covers with one hand and gently laid her down on the mattress with his cock still embedded inside her.

Delilah twisted her body around and encouraged Micah to roll onto his back. Now that she was sprawled on top of his enormous chest, she reached down and pulled the covers back over the two of them. She embraced his torso and snuggled into it.

They hadn't even turned on the light to have sex. The moon provided the only source of light for the room. Delilah was exhausted, but she still wasn't tired enough to go straight to sleep. She lay atop her mysterious lover and the cogs turned in her head. As the last vestiges of pleasure faded away, she began to doubt the wisdom of what she'd just done with him. She knew next to nothing about the man to whom she'd given it all up. Now that she satisfied his urges, he would probably disappear in the morning and never return.

More importantly, what if she got pregnant as a result of this tryst? Small towns in the Deep South were pretty conservative. Even Bill would be more than a little taken aback at the sight of her with a big, round belly. She'd be the talk of the town before long and not in a good way. Everyone would wonder and ask her how she'd gotten pregnant without walking down the aisle first. Who was the father? When was he coming back? Had she really had a baby after a one-night stand?

One way or another, it would be the end of her singing career before it even started. She'd wanted to become a country singing star for years. All of that could be ruined, along with her reputation, by what she'd just done. The mental cogs of worry continued to turn inside Delilah's head until the man in question spoke.

"That was fun," Micah murmured to her.

"That was an understatement," Delilah replied and the two of them laughed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Micah said back to her. He was clearly pleased with himself.

"I'm surprised you care," Delilah answered. "I thought bad boy bikers didn't care if the girl enjoyed being ruined, as long as they could get laid."

"I'm of a higher standard than the bikers you've met before," Micah replied.

"Obviously. Otherwise, I wouldn't have slept with you."

A short spell of silence passed as the couple lay in each other’s arms. They didn’t even bother to shut the curtains to keep out the moonlight. Delilah continued to lie awake. She idly traced little shapes with her finger on Micah's chest and contemplated what the future might hold.

"You're going to leave in the morning, aren't you?" Delilah said, mournfully.

"I have to," Micah admitted to her. "The Club's expecting me back tomorrow afternoon, so I've got to leave first thing in the morning."

"The VP's duties never end, do they?" Delilah murmured.

"How do you know I'm the Vice President?" Micah asked, puzzled.

"It's on your jacket," Delilah pointed out. "Micah Harris, Vice President of the Blood Brothers Motorcycle Club."

"So you've heard about us?" Micah asked.

"No, I haven't," Delilah answered, calmed by the conversation. "You must be from out-of-state because I've seen all the biker clubs' insignias in my time. Road Raggers, Honey Badgers, Hell Haunters, Sons of Blood, there's even a gang who call themselves the Sons of Anarchy."

"Sons of Anarchy?" Micah asked with a laugh. "You mean like in the TV series?"

"No joke, honey," Delilah replied. She giggled at the absurdity of it. "There is a motorcycle club who decided to name themselves after the club in the TV series."

"Fucking amateurs," Micah said, as he snorted derisively.

Another spell of silence descended on them as they lay together. Micah held Delilah in his arms. He stroked her golden hair and wondered if he might be able to make up an excuse to see her again. She was beautiful and she gave him, by far, the best sex he'd had in a long time.

"I want to come see you again," Micah said casually. Shocked at his own admission, he bit his tongue. He had accidentally blurted out a commitment he'd only idly considered.

"You do?" Delilah asked. She looked up at him with a mixed look of surprise and hope.

"Yes, I do," Micah said more firmly. "The minute I saw you on that stage, I knew I had to have you. So, I approached you after the gig and here we are."

"That was so stupid of me," Delilah said despondently. "I can’t believe I thought a big music company rep would come down to some tiny redneck town in the middle of nowhere to hear one bargirl sing."

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Micah said, trying to be supportive.

"Ever since I discovered I could sing, I've wanted to become a country singing star," Delilah said, as she poured her heart out. "I've tried and failed to get the attention of the people who can make that dream come true. That's why I downed four shots in fifteen minutes before letting a guy I've never met before come home with me and fuck me senseless. I mean, don't get me wrong, you were amazing, but you probably think I'm just a small town whore."