Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
TINY
It's been a little over a week since Lucy moved in, and every morning I wake up wondering how the hell I got this lucky. I wake up with her curled up against my chest, her hair all over my pillow and one of her legs thrown over mine. She’s a cuddler, my girl, even in her sleep.
I pull her closer, bury my face in her neck, and just breathe her in.
She smells like my soap and that sweet lotion she uses.
It’s quickly becoming my favorite smell in the world.
“Morning, Buttercup,” I murmur against her skin.
I run my hands down her sides, gripping those soft curves before sliding under her shirt.
I pluck at her hard nipples, rolling them between my fingers as she arches into my touch.
Fuck, I love her big tits and this plush, perfect body.
She fits against me like she was built for it, thick thighs, round ass, all that softness driving me insane.
I’ve been trying to take it slow for her, but damn if it isn’t killing me.
I kiss and suck at her neck, teeth grazing her skin, and she starts moaning, low and needy, her hips shifting restlessly.
That round ass rubs back against my hard cock, grinding like she can’t help it.
I growl against her ear and slide my hand down, cupping her pussy, gliding two thick fingers through her soaked lips.
“Listen to you, moaning like a needy little thing,” I rasp, voice rough. “This pussy’s dripping down my fingers already. So fucking wet for me, baby. You want it bad, don’t you?”
She whimpers, pushing back harder, her body trembling as I pump my fingers slow and deep, curling them just right while my thumb circles her swollen clit. Her moans get louder, breathy and desperate.
“Yeah? That feel good?” I keep talking, filthy and low. “Been dying to stretch this tight pussy. You’re clenching around my fingers like you’re starving for my cock. Gonna fill you up so deep, Lucy. Pump you full until you’re shaking and creaming all over me.”
She’s panting hard now, ass grinding frantically against my dick, soft little moans turning into broken begs. “Tiny… please… oh god…”
I don’t stop, scissoring my fingers, stretching her. “Tell me what you need, baby. Use that pretty mouth and beg for it.”
Her voice cracks on another moan, hips bucking. “Please, Tiny… I want to feel you inside me… Please… I want you to be my first.”
I freeze, shocked as hell that my sweet Lucy is moaning and begging me to wreck her.
My cock throbs painfully against her ass, and I pull my fingers free, gripping her hip hard.
“Fuck, baby… you sure?” I growl, barely holding back.
“Once I sink into this pussy, I won’t be gentle.
I’ll ruin you for anyone else. I’ll be your first, your last, and everything in between.
Once I claim this pussy, I’m never letting you go. ”
She just whimpers louder, pressing back against me, voice shaky with need. “Yes… please, Tiny. I need you inside me now…”
I groan at her desperate little begs, my control snapping.
I’m only in my boxers, my hard cock already straining against the thin fabric.
“Alright, baby. You asked for it. Gonna give you every inch.” I shove my boxers down just enough to free my thick, throbbing cock, then flip her onto her back on the bed, spreading her thick thighs wide so I can kneel between them.
She’s flushed and trembling beneath me, eyes glassy, big tits heaving.
I rub the fat head of my dick up and down her soaked slit, coating myself in her wetness.
“Easy, Lucy,” I rasp, voice still gravelly from sleep. “You’re a virgin, baby. This tight little pussy’s never taken anything like me. I’ll go slow at first… but fuck, I need you.”
She whimpers and nods, hips twitching up toward me. I push the head in, just the tip, and she gasps sharply, her walls clenching tight. So goddamn tight it makes my eyes roll back. “Fuck… so tight,” I hiss, teeth gritted. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in. That’s it… good girl.”
I rock forward inch by inch, stretching her virgin pussy open around my thick shaft.
She moans loudly, a mix of that first sharp stretch and building pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pause halfway, letting her adjust, leaning down to kiss her deep and messy while my thumb keeps rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit.
“You’re doing so good, taking my cock like this,” I growl against her mouth. “Look at you… pretty virgin pussy swallowing me up. So wet and hot for me already. Feel how full you are?”
Her moans get louder, legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. “Tiny… oh god… more… please…”
I thrust the rest of the way in, burying myself balls-deep. She cries out, back arching hard. I stay there, grinding slow and deep, kissing her neck and murmuring how good she feels.
“That’s my girl. Taking every thick inch. This pussy was made for me… gripping me so fucking perfect.”
I start moving, long, deliberate strokes, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in, building a steady rhythm.
The wet sounds of her pussy sucking me in mix with her constant moans.
I pick up the pace gradually, fucking her harder, the bed creaking beneath us in the quiet morning light.
One hand pins her hip, the other kneads and squeezes her bouncing tit, pinching her nipple.
“Listen to those pretty moans,” I groan, slamming in deeper. “Taking my cock so deep. You’re mine now, Lucy. You and this pussy belong to me.”
She’s begging between broken moans, voice getting higher and needier. “Yes… Tiny… please… harder… it feels so good… don’t stop…”
I growl and give it to her, hooking one of her legs over my shoulder to open her wider. I pound into her faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the bedroom. Sweat starts to slick our bodies as I rail her, hitting that spot that makes her scream my name.
“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight,” I rasp, rubbing her clit fast while I thrust deeper. “Come on my cock like a good girl. Let me feel this virgin pussy milk me dry.”
Her moans climb, body tensing, and then she shatters, crying out loud as her walls clamp down around me in pulsing waves, soaking my cock. I keep fucking her through it, drawing out every last shudder, before I bury myself to the hilt and come hard, flooding her deep with thick, hot ropes of cum.
I stay buried inside her for a long moment, both of us panting, then slowly pull out of her with a low groan.
Her pussy clenches like it doesn’t want to let me go, and a mix of our cum leaks out onto the sheets.
I roll to the side and pull her into my arms, tucking her soft, curvy body tight against my chest. One big hand strokes up and down her back while the other cradles her head, my fingers threading gently through her hair.
I kiss the top of her head, then her forehead, her cheeks, her lips slow and tender now that the heat has eased. “My perfect girl,” I murmur against her skin, voice rough but warm. “You took me so fucking good. How you feeling, baby? Sore?”
She shifts a little and I feel a pang of worry. “Was I too rough, fuck baby. I’m sorry—”
Before I can finish, she sits up and leans over me, her soft tits brushing my chest as she presses her hand firmly over my mouth. Her eyes are bright, cheeks still flushed, and that little smirk on her lips makes my heart thud harder.
“You were absolutely perfect, Tiny,” she says, voice soft but sure. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
I grin against her palm, then grab her wrist gently and pull her hand away.
Without another word I surge up, cupping the back of her neck, and crush my mouth to hers.
The kiss is deep and hungry, tongues sliding, my free arm wrapping around her waist to pull her fully on top of me.
I kiss her like I’m still not done with her slow, filthy, and full of everything I feel.
When we finally break for air, I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in. “Bossy little thing in the morning,” I tease, my hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. “But fuck… I like it. Kiss me again, baby.”
Later that night, the whole crew rolls up to Perdition.
The parking lot is packed with bikes, music thumping from inside the bar.
Lucy’s riding on the back of mine, arms wrapped tight around my waist, her soft tits pressed against my back the whole ride.
She’s dressed different tonight, still sweet as hell, but sexier.
A snug little top that shows off a hint of cleavage and a sliver of her soft stomach, paired with a short skirt that hugs her thick thighs and hips.
Modest enough to keep that innocent vibe I love, but just enough skin showing to make my cock twitch every time I look at her.
I kill the engine and help her off, then grab her hand, lacing our fingers together as we walk through the front door.
The place is loud, crowded with brothers, hangarounds, and loud music.
A few of the guys whistle when they see us, Wyatt and Weston are already posted up at our usual table with Tessa and Hadley, shooting me knowing grins.
I just flip them off and pull Lucy closer, guiding her through the crowd to the table with my hand firmly in hers.
We settle in, drinking and bullshitting with the crew.
Beers flow, laughter gets louder, and the night feels easy.
But I keep catching Lucy glancing over at the dance floor, her eyes lingering on the couples grinding to the heavy beat.
She’s got that shy little flush on her cheeks, like she wants something but won’t say it.
I lean in close, lips brushing her ear. “You keep staring at that dance floor, baby. You wanna dance?”
She bites her lip and nods, eyes lighting up.
That’s all I need. I stand up, pull her to her feet, and lead her out onto the crowded floor.
The second we’re in the middle of it, I spin her around and yank her back against my chest. My hands settle on her hips, gripping tight as I pull her ass flush against me.
The music’s slow and dirty, bass vibrating through us, and I start grinding against her, slow, rolling movements that press my growing hard-on right between those perfect cheeks.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I growl low in her ear, one hand sliding up her side, fingers teasing under the hem of her top to brush bare skin.
I roll my hips again, grinding harder, letting her feel every inch of how bad I want her.
“Look at you, dressed like this for me… showing off this sexy body. Every brother in here is staring, but you’re mine. ”
She melts back into me, moving with the rhythm, her ass circling against my cock in the most sinful way.
I keep one arm banded around her waist, the other sliding down her thigh, then back up under her skirt just high enough to tease the soft skin there.
We grind slow and dirty, bodies locked tight, my mouth on her neck, sucking and biting gently as the song shifts into something even heavier.
“You keep moving like that and I’m dragging you to the back room,” I rasp, voice rough with need, grinding my hard cock against her ass in firm, deliberate circles. “This sweet little body grinding on me… driving me fucking crazy, Lucy.”
Her breathing gets heavier, little moans slipping out that only I can hear over the music.
She presses back harder, rolling her hips in time with mine, her ass rubbing perfectly along my throbbing length.
When I murmur about taking her right here, I feel the way her body shivers and her hips jerk against me.
She likes the idea, the thrill of maybe getting caught, of being fucked where anyone could see.
I notice it immediately, that spark of excitement in the way she grinds back on me, but there’s no fucking way I’m letting anyone actually see her like that. She’s mine. No one gets to watch her come undone.
So I find the compromise.
I spin her to face me, crush my mouth to hers in a filthy kiss, then grab her hand and pull her off the main dance floor toward the darker edge of the room.
There’s a shadowed alcove near the back hallway, dim lighting, partially blocked by a thick wooden pillar and some stacked crates.
Not fully private, but hidden enough that no one will get a real show unless they’re really looking.
I back her up against the wall in the shadows, my big body shielding her completely from the crowd. One hand braces beside her head, the other slides straight under her skirt, cupping her soaked pussy through her panties.
“Greedy girl,” I growl against her ear, rubbing her through the fabric as I press my hard cock against her thigh. “You liked the idea of me fucking you right out there where everyone could see, didn’t you? Getting that sweet virgin pussy pounded in front of the whole club.”
She whimpers, nodding, hips rocking against my hand.
I smirk, nipping her neck. “Too bad, baby. No one gets to see you like that but me.” I push her panties aside and glide two thick fingers through her wet folds, sinking them deep inside her tight pussy.
“Anyone walks by the edge of this shadow and they might hear you moaning for my cock… but they won’t see a fucking thing. ”
I pump my fingers fast and deep, curling them while my thumb grinds on her clit, my body pinning her to the wall as I grind my cock against her hip. The music still thumps loud, covering most of her moans, but I keep my mouth on hers, swallowing the rest.
“Ride my fingers, Lucy. Come for me right here like my good girl.”
We slip back out of the shadows and head to the table, my hand firm on her lower back. Lucy’s face is bright red, that post-orgasm glow mixed with embarrassment as we sit down. Tessa catches one look at her and raises an eyebrow, giving Lucy a very knowing, amused smirk across the table.
I shake my head at Tessa once, a clear “don’t” warning. She just grins wider, biting her lip like she’s dying to say something, but she stays quiet, sipping her drink with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Wyatt and Weston don’t seem to notice, too busy arguing about something stupid, but Hadley glances between us curiously. I pull Lucy closer on the booth seat, draping my arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her temple.
“You okay, baby?” I ask softly against her ear, my thumb stroking her arm. “Still blushing like crazy… but you looked so fucking hot coming on my cock back there.”
She buries her face in my shoulder for a second and I chuckle low, holding her tighter while the night keeps going around us.