The Way I Like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, #5) (14 page)

“Striker, what are you doing?”

“This is your first time. You know what you want, and how much you can take. Ride me, baby.”

Her hands rested on his stomach, and Striker couldn’t help but admire her thick curves. His little innocent was out of her comfort zone.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“First, you wait until you’re ready to ride my cock.”

“Huh?”

“Does it hurt?” He stroked her clit and groaned as her pussy gripped his cock even tighter. She was tight as fuck, and it was like his cock was in a vice.

She gave a little wiggle and shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt, not at all.”

Grabbing her hips, he got her to start riding his cock, easing her up, nearly taking her off his cock, then stopped, and pulled her back down.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

“No, it feels so good.”

Her nipples were rock hard, pressing forward. “Get to know what you like.”

“I thought you liked being the one in charge.”

“I do, but I’m not a total asshole. This is your first time. Consider it a gift I’m giving you, letting you ride my dick, baby. I won’t be giving you these freebies often.”

T
his was all so new to Elena, but it felt so good, felt so right. Striker was now on his back, and she rose above him, her legs on either side of his big body, his huge cock poised right at her entrance. Her pussy was sore, but it was that delicious burn and stretch that told her this was what life was about, this was what experience was made of.

“Go on, baby, put my dick inside of you, and move up and down. Find your pleasure, too.”

She reached between them, grabbed his monstrous cock, and kept him positioned where she wanted him. Having him inside her was uncomfortable, not just because this was her first time, but because of his size in general. He’d stretched her, filled her to the point she felt full. But she didn’t want this to stop.

Lowering herself on him, she felt the wide head of his erection push into her body. A gasp of pleasure and discomfort left her, but she didn’t want it to stop, didn’t want any of this to end. This was the first time in her life she’d felt anything remotely real.

This was the first time she’d ever felt alive, like she wasn’t living a lie.

He grunted. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, so wet and hot.”

She pushed all the way down until she moaned at the exquisite feeling of him fully inside of her.

“Ride me, baby.”

She did as he said, rising up and pushing back down, over and over again until she was losing her mind with the feelings bombarding her. But as she felt her breasts sway at her movement, felt that warmth steal over her, Striker had her on her back again, her thighs pushed apart wide, and his big body wedged between them. He was still deep in her body, had her hands above her head, and kept hold of her wrists with one of his hands.

“That’s about all the control I can give you, baby.”

She didn’t care, because she liked having him be the dominant, loved having him give her everything.

He started pulling out and thrusting back in, not giving her time to adjust to his huge size.

The hand not holding her wrists was beside her head, and she could see the way his bicep flexed from the force it was taking him to hold himself above her. He was shallowly thrusting into her, and looking right into her eyes.

“Put those gorgeous thighs around me, let me really get deep, really fuck you, Elena.”

Elena wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels at the small of his back.

He groaned again and renewed his pumping efforts.

Striker was like a wild man, thrusting, pumping, bringing her so close to the edge and then stopping right before she went over. His hold on her wrists was painfully tight, her fingers tingling, starting to go numb, but god, she loved it.

Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping against hers reverberated in the room.

“So wet and tight.” He growled against her neck and picked up speed. He started running his teeth along her neck, sending painful pleasure through her entire body.

“Come for me, baby, squeeze that pussy on my cock, milk the cum from me.”

Her mouth opened on a silent cry, and she was falling over the edge into mindless, blissful completion. She mewled out as the orgasm wreaked havoc on her body and mind. Just as the high started to slowly dwindle, she found herself flipped on her belly. It was crazy to want more, to need more, but she did.

Palms flat on the mattress and legs spread wide, she waited for him to make his next move.

“Pop that ass out and let me see the pussy that belongs to me,” he grunted the words out.

She did as he ordered, feeling the chilled air move over her bottom and between her thighs. Her pussy still convulsed from the after tremors of her orgasm. With her chest flat on the mattress, and her ass was high in the air, she wanted him to take her from behind, to control her this way, as well.

Elena closed her eyes when she felt his fingers skate over her slit and gather her cream right before thrusting them deep in her body. There was no tensing, no worries about what was going to happen next as he fucked her with the digits for only a second. Finally, he pulled his fingers out, gave her ass a hard smack, and she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance again.

He pushed into her in one fluid motion, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes at the feeling. The sheets were tightly fisted between her fingers, and he started thrusting in and out of her hard enough she started sliding up on the bed. And then he covered her back with his chest, placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her stationed, and started sucking at the side of her throat. He’d already ensured her pleasure before his by bringing her to climax numerous times but still, he had yet to find his own release.

“You’re mine, Elena. No one will ever have you, ever think about having you.” He slammed into her hard enough she cried out, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. “I’ll hunt down the ones that hurt you and make them pay.” He thrust into her again and again. “I’ll make them wish they’d never hurt you.”

A shiver wracked her body. She didn’t answer, couldn’t. He pulled back, and the sting of his hand coming into contact with her ass had her gasping, but then he smoothed his palm over the hurt, making the pleasure rise. He continued to push into her and pull back out.

Over and over again, he pumped his cock into her pussy.

“Beg me for my cum.” His voice was thick like honey, but not sweet. It was strong, hard, dark, and masculine.

She felt herself blush, not because he was being crude, but because she did want his cum and saying it out loud would make her feel like this was even more real.

“I want your cum, Striker.”

He groaned in pleasure. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He pulled out so just the tip was lodged in her pussy. He pushed back in hard enough a gaps left her.

“Yes,” she moaned. She wanted to tell him to do it, to beg him to end her misery. Tears stung her eyes, but they were the good kind. This was like nothing she’d ever felt.

She squeezed her pussy around him.

“Fuck, Elena. You’re tempting a beast.”

Maybe she was, but right now she didn’t even care.

The burn of pain and being stretched soon vanished and something far more pleasing and electrifying took its place. Each time he pushed into her, the desire heightened. His groans were enough to have her nearing yet another orgasm, but it was his finger rubbing her clit that had her screaming out. She turned her head and closed her eyes, letting wave after wave of pleasure consume her.

One thrust, two thrusts, and on the third one, he buried himself balls deep and cursed loudly. His language was crass and vile, but it reflected the strong emotions she was sure he felt. It seemed like a long time before he finally slumped on her, his big body warming her, suffocating her until she was gasping for breath.

When he pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, he surprised the hell out of her by placing a hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy hole, and pushing his cum that had started to seep out of her back in her body. He rubbed the slick jizz all over her pussy, as if marking her. He finally wrapped his body around hers, holding her tightly to him. She didn’t question the intimacy of it. No, she just closed her eyes and let the post-euphoric haze consume her. She could worry about what this meant and what would really happen at the end of all of this, later. Right now, she just wanted to bask in the after effects of what Striker had just done for her, given her.

E
lena had to make her decision, and Striker held her just a little tighter. He’d taken her virginity, and as far as he was concerned, she belonged to him. No one was going to take her away, but he’d made her a promise, and he intended to see it through even if it killed him.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“It can be like that every single night.”

“That’s what I want.” She released a sigh. “Is it always like this?”

“It depends on the man you’re with. I can’t guarantee that all men are good in bed.”

She let out a giggle and rolled over, resting her hand on his chest and lifting up. “Not other men, silly. You, me, us, will it always be like this?”

“Yeah, baby.”

She smiled.

“You’re not thinking of running away?”

“No, I’m not.”

Striker reached out, stroking her cheek. “Does this mean you’re not backing out.”

“I’m going to be your girl, Striker. Your old lady and whatever else you want me to be.”

Cupping her cheek, he stroked his thumb across her lips. “You won’t regret it.”

N
erd was looking over the file he’d gained on Elena’s parents when his cell phone rang. Without looking at the screen, he answered.

“Nerd, I’ve got a favor to ask,” Striker said on the other end.

“You and your fucking favors. What do you want now?” he asked. He didn’t mind doing work for his brothers. He lived for the club and helping every single brother out, even Shakes. Considering Shakes wasn’t patched in any longer, and had almost gotten them all killed, he was still willing to help the man out. The Soldiers of Wrath were his family, in his blood, and he would serve them until he took his last breath, even if technically Shakes wasn’t a Patch anymore.

“You love me, motherfucker,” Striker teased. “Elena’s parents, do you know where they are?” he asked.

“Do you want me to check and see if they’ve reached out to some places, looking for Elena?” Nerd had done his research, and he knew her parents had stopped in a diner close to where Elena used to live, asking about her. They’d posted some pictures.

Nerd didn’t like it. He didn’t like the thought of anyone chasing after Striker’s old lady, hell, females in general. Striker had laid claim to her, and now in the eyes of the club, she had to be protected at all cost.

“I need to know more about them. You got foundation stuff, I want to know everything. Can you find out as much information as you can?” Striker asked.

“I’ll head out now. I’ll take Joker with me. He’s always good for getting information out of people.” Joker was also the VP, so if he decided to handle Elena’s parents, Demon wouldn’t argue.