Chapter 8 - Jenny
Is this real?
Beast's thick cock is stretching me open, filling me so completely I can barely breathe. Did I really just suck and gag on that massive cock moments ago? Did I truly just give my virginity to a man I met less than a month ago?
And yet it feels right. So fucking right. I have zero regrets as he starts to move inside me, pulling back slowly before pushing forward again. Whatever discomfort I felt when he first entered me is melting away, replaced by a level of pleasure I never knew existed.
The way he ate me out before was beyond anything I've experienced. No boy I fooled around with in college ever approached my pussy with such hunger, such skill. I'm still sensitive from that orgasm, my clit throbbing with each thrust of his cock.
He establishes a steady rhythm, his powerful hands gripping my thick thighs to hold me in place. I'm grateful for his control. Without it, his powerful movements would send me sliding across the bed. Instead, I'm pinned perfectly beneath him, taking every inch he gives me.
I look back over my shoulder, and the sight of him makes my pussy clench around his length.
His broad shoulders flex with each thrust, sweat glistening on his chest where he's torn off his shirt.
His eyes are narrowed in concentration, his lips parted as he grunts with each powerful stroke.
He's fucking ravaging me, and I'm loving every second of it.
My body feels like a live wire, every nerve ending on fire. I had no idea sex could feel this good. Is it always this incredible, or is it because Beast has an amazing cock and knows exactly how to use it?
Suddenly he stops and pulls out completely. Before I can protest the loss, he flips me over and pulls me up until we're face to face.
"Why'd you stop?" I pant, feeling oddly shy despite what we've already done.
His lips curl into that devastatingly sexy smirk. "I want to see your face when I fuck you," he growls. "Want to watch your expression when you realize you're mine now. No one else gets to have you but me."
Holy shit. He's serious. This isn't just sex for him.
"Are you telling me you want our dating charade to be real?" I ask, batting my eyelashes coyly even as my gaze keeps dropping to his thick, wet cock standing proudly between us.
"It was never a charade for me," he admits, his dark eyes intense. "A lie, sure, but I thought of you for a reason, Jenny."
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. It's difficult to process his words while his massive cock is throbbing inches from my still-tender pussy.
"If you want me for real," I challenge him, "then prove it."
"I was waiting for you to say that," he replies, his voice a low rumble that I feel in my core.
He scoops me up with a single arm while using his other hand to guide his cock back to my entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms encircling his neck as I lean closer, his beard scratching deliciously against my cheek.
He grips my hips, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as he begins to pump into me. I'm nothing but a warm sleeve for his cock in this position, and I fucking love it.
"Take my cock," he whispers harshly in my ear. "Take all of it."
"Your cock feels so good," I gasp, meeting his thrusts as best I can in this position. "We fit together perfectly, like we were made for each other."
The words tumble out without thought, but I realize they're true. I'm not letting him go now that I've had a taste of what we can be together. I belong to him, and he belongs to me. Tank will just have to accept it.
Beast's thrusts increase in speed and force, the muscles in his thighs and calves flexing as he thrusts into me.
My head falls back, arms flailing as I feel my orgasm building.
I stare blindly at the ceiling before my eyes roll back in my head, my entire body trembling as the climax crashes over me.
I try to clench my fists, but I've lost all motor control. My pussy spasms around his cock, milking it as waves of pleasure more intense than anything I've ever felt wash through me.
Beast secures me with an arm around my back, preventing me from falling as my body goes limp. "You okay?" he asks, his voice tight with restraint.
"Never felt better," I manage between gasps and moans.
"I can't stop," he growls, sweat beading on his forehead. "Don't want to stop. Need to fill you up, claim you completely."
His jaw twitches, eyes wild with need.
"Do whatever you want," I urge him. "I want it as much as you do. Maybe more."
His smirk returns before he resumes fucking me with renewed vigor. My body is weightless in his powerful grip despite my curves and extra pounds. Beast doesn't seem to care or even notice. He handles my size like it's nothing, and I love that my thick thighs and soft belly don't turn him off.
"I'm close," he warns, his rhythm becoming more erratic.
I gather my strength and start to meet his thrusts, bouncing myself on his cock as best I can while he holds me. His grip on my ass tightens, and he lets out a guttural groan as his cock swells inside me.
I feel the exact moment he explodes. Hot jets of cum shooting deep into my pussy, coating my inner walls. He keeps thrusting through his orgasm, making sure every drop ends up inside me before finally pulling out.
His cum starts dripping from my well-fucked hole, running down my thighs and splattering onto the floor between us. We both stare down, watching the creamy liquid escape my body.
"Is it always this hypnotic?" I ask softly.
"Don't know," he admits, eyes still fixed on the sight. "Never came inside anyone before. Always been careful. But with you... it felt necessary."
His words make my heart swell even as my pussy continues to leak his seed.
I lean forward and press my lips to his.
He tastes like me, like my pussy, and the thought makes me kiss him deeper.
He responds immediately, pulling me closer, wrapping those massive arms around me in an embrace that feels both protective and possessive.
"I'm glad we stopped pretending," I murmur against his neck. "That we admitted what we both want."
"Me too," he says, running a hand down my back. "It'll come with its own problems, but we'll figure them out together."
"Together," I agree, then pull back to look at him. "What about your mom? Are you going to tell her the truth?"
"Probably," he admits. "Once things calm down with the Iron Eagles. She deserves to know."
"Good," I say. "Speaking of which... Amelia and Luna are probably wondering where we are."
"Fuck," he curses, reality crashing back. "I completely forgot about them. I need to check the surveillance too."
"We should get dressed," I suggest reluctantly, not wanting to leave the warm cocoon of his arms.
He nods and gently lowers me to the floor, my legs wobbling slightly as they take my weight again. I straighten my rumpled dress while Beast pulls on his shirt and pants, tucking away his now-softening cock.
"Once we walk out that door," he says, pausing before we leave, "everything changes. We're back in a warzone."
"I know," I tell him, squeezing his hand. "I'm ready. With you beside me, I'm not afraid of anything."
He leans down to kiss my forehead. "I'll protect you from anything or anyone," he vows. "That's a promise."
We're at the door when a booming voice echoes up from below.
"Hello? Anyone up there? Beast? It's Rage!"
Beast tenses, his hand dropping to the gun at his hip.
"Stay behind me," he instructs as he opens the door, "Sounds like Rage, but could be someone pretending."
As we step into the hallway, the smell of sex clinging to us both, I can't help but feel like everything has changed in the last hour. I came to Blackwater Falls to help Amelia escape her abusive husband and reunite with my brother. I never expected to find Beast—to find love.
Because that's what this is, isn't it? It's too soon to say the words, but I feel them forming in my heart.
I've fallen for a MC’s member, the mountain of a man everyone fears.
And based on how he looks at me as we descend the stairs to face whatever comes next, I think he might be falling for me too.
I follow Beast down the stairs, my thighs still sticky with his cum, my pussy tender from his relentless fucking. We pass the safe room, where Luna, Amelia, and Anna poke their heads out at the sound of Rage's voice.
"Everything's fine," Beast tells them, his enforcer mask firmly back in place. "We're checking if it's really Rage."
Amelia's eyes narrow as she looks between us. "Are you two okay? You seem... distracted."
Beast and I exchange a quick glance. Fuck. Is she genuinely concerned, or does she somehow know what we've been doing? Can she see it on our faces? Smell it on our bodies?
"We're good," I say quickly, smoothing my dress. "Just had a little disagreement about security protocols."
Amelia doesn't look convinced, but she nods anyway. "Be careful."
Beast takes point as we continue downstairs, his hand resting on his holstered weapon.
When we reach the main floor, we find Rage standing by the door, an imposing figure even among the Savage Riders.
Behind him, partially hidden, is a small boy around seven or eight years old with his father's dark eyes and serious expression.
"About fucking time," Rage grumbles, relaxing his stance when he sees Beast. "I've been calling for five minutes."
"Had to secure the women first," Beast replies smoothly. "King call you?"
Rage nods, his expression darkening. "Yeah. Said the Eagles hit us and everyone's going after them. I'm supposed to stay here and help you guard the place." He doesn't sound happy about this arrangement.
"Your timing's good," Beast says, moving to the security panel to reset the alarm system. "I could use another set of eyes."
Rage grunts in acknowledgment, then places a hand on his son's shoulder. "This is Eli."
The boy peers up at Beast and me, his eyes wide but not fearful. He's clearly been around the club before and knows the drill.
"Hi, Eli," I say, crouching down to his level. "I'm Jenny, Tank's sister. Are you hungry? We've got some cookies in the kitchen."
Eli looks up at his father for permission. Rage nods once, and the boy steps forward, still wary but interested in the mention of cookies.
"You good with kids?" Rage asks me.
"I work at the daycare in town," I explain. "Just started this week."
"Huh," Rage says, as if reassessing me. "Eli, go with Jenny. I need to talk to Beast about security."
The boy follows me to the kitchen, and I can feel Beast's eyes on me as I walk away. When I glance back, I catch him staring at my ass, a hungry expression momentarily replacing his professional demeanor.
As I rummage through the cabinets for the cookies I know Luna keeps on hand, I hear Beast and Rage talking in low voices about perimeter checks and weapon placement.
The reality of our situation, that we're in the middle of a gang war, that people might die tonight, settles over me like a cold blanket.
Yet underneath that fear is something warm and bright: the knowledge that Beast is mine now, and I'm his. Whatever comes next, we'll face it together.
I find the cookies and pour a glass of milk for Eli, trying to ignore the ache between my legs that reminds me of what Beast and I just shared.
The evidence of our passion is still leaking from me, and I silently pray no one notices the slight dampness on my dress or the unmistakable smell of sex that clings to my skin.
Tonight has changed everything. I just hope we all live long enough to see morning.