Chapter Five
Big Dick hadn’t put on any clothes, and he stared out of Larissa and Jonah Adams’s window. He had known she was going to be alone, because Jonah had called Smokey and asked him to keep an eye on his daughter. With the threat still very much alive, Larissa’s safety was one of their concerns.
He had offered to keep an eye on her, and he’d stayed the fucking night.
Naked, in her bed, without his dick once getting inside her.
In all his years, since he had started to fuck, he had never been with a woman and not fucked her.
He also didn’t stay in women’s beds either.
That shit just didn’t happen. Not fucking ever.
He spun around and looked at the small kitchen Larissa and Jonah had.
Their home was small, but it was filled with a great deal of love.
Back home, with his own mom and dad, it had been good and bad.
His mother had strong opinions about how she thought her sons should live, and in most situations, they were all fucking failures.
Most of the time, he didn’t give a shit what she claimed he was.
Failure or not, that ship had sailed. He loved the club.
He loved being a full-fledged member. He loved the pussy, everything about it, yet last night, having Larissa work his dick until he came, had been so fucking incredible. What the ever-loving fuck was that? She was a prude. A pain in the ass.
Smokey always wanted them to be on their best behavior.
He took a sip of his coffee as the woman herself stepped into the room.
She wore a robe, and for the first time in all the years he had known her, her hair was all over the place.
It was not neat or curled, or pulled back into a ponytail.
She had bed head, the kind that happened when a woman had been fucked well and truly. Larissa looked sexy.
He hated that as she got older and started to come around the club more, he had begun to recognize just how sexy she was.
He loved the dresses she wore. Loved that no matter what anyone said to her, she would do her own thing.
There were times he’d been cruel to her, yet she hadn’t stopped smiling.
Yes, she had stopped coming near him, but he just found himself watching her from further away, and the view was just as amazing far, as it was up close.
He shook his head. “That shit ain’t happening,” he said.
Larissa frowned and looked down at her herself. “What?”
“That comes off, right now.”
She still looked confused. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“The robe, take it off.”
“But then I’ll be...” She petered off and didn’t finish what she was about to say.
He leaned back, showing that he was naked, and he also let her see he was very much aroused.
With one hand holding his coffee, the other reached down and wrapped his fingers around his already stiff dick.
Before she had stepped into the kitchen, he hadn’t been aroused, but now, just seeing her, even in a robe, she looked fucking stunning.
“Take it off.”
If she argued with him, that was going to be fine, he’d back off. Larissa was nervous, but this was her decision. Her choice.
She nibbled the corner of her mouth, then she reached down, and he watched, unable to look away as she released the robe and the fabric opened up and suddenly gaped, just a little, showing off her sexy, full, curvy, natural body.
Some of the women that came to the club had boob jobs, or other shit done to themselves.
Even the women that worked at their porn studio got work done. Larissa hadn’t.
Her tits were still full, but they had a natural sway to them, and he looked down the length of her body. Small waist but flared hips. He already knew she had a ripe, curvy ass, and he crooked his finger, getting her to come close to him.
She didn’t put up a fight, and moved toward him. Her face was red.
Finally, he put his cup down on the counter, and the moment she was close, he reached out and gripped the back of her neck, drawing her closer.
She fell against him, which is exactly what he wanted, and he got to feel her naked body against him.
Those ripe tits pressed against his chest. She was a little shorter than him, and with his other hand, he reached down and grabbed a nice, delicious handful of her ass, giving it a squeeze.
He heard her sudden gasp, and he smirked. He just couldn’t help it.
“This is so much better.”
“We’re naked ... in the kitchen.”
“I know.” And he took possession of her lips, hearing her soft sigh as he was gentle to begin with.
Letting go of her cheek, he ran his hand down toward her breasts and cupped one in his palm, using his thumb to tease across the tip of one breast. Moving back, he lifted her onto the table, and then smirked as he took a seat.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Anything I want. Fucking is off the table, but I don’t see why we can’t enjoy other things,” he said.
Her face was so red and he put her legs onto his knees.
There was so much fun to be had, as long as Larissa was willing to enjoy it.
He ran the tips of his fingers along the outside of her thighs, then he gripped her knees and began to spread her legs.
She didn’t fight him, and he moved her into position so he could look at her.
Larissa leaned back and he stared at her tits, moving down to go to her pussy.
Virgin pussy. Untouched. No other man had even looked at her like this, and Big Dick had never been one to love virgins.
He had never been interested in virgins.
They were a giant pain in the ass. Only, there was something so tempting about this woman in front of him, and it had nothing to do with the damn bet. This was different.
“Touch your pussy,” he said.
“What?”
He reached for one hand, and she tried to fight him, but Larissa was no match for his strength. Also, he had a feeling she didn’t want to fight him. Her slick pussy was a testament to that.
“You don’t want to fuck, that’s fine. If you don’t want to do any of this, that is fine.
You’re the one in control, Larissa, not me.
” And he placed her hand right on her pussy.
“But, if you want to play, and you want to see how to do other things, you’re going to have to trust me.
” He pressed down on one of her fingers, right over her clit. She cried out.
This was up to Larissa now. He was not going to force her.
Instead, he sat back and reached for his cock.
“But I am going to enjoy this.” He worked his length from the base, right up to the tip, and then back down again.
Up and down, he worked his dick, watching Larissa, waiting for her to make the next decision.
She was not at the bakery. Until they got the locks changed and shit worked out, she was not opening.
Neither was Hailey’s Beauty Parlor, nor any of the other places of work.
Andrew was on the shit list, and the Twisted Bastards MC had also gotten through their defenses again, this time without them even suspecting a damn thing. If it hadn’t been for him being close to touching Larissa’s pussy and being stopped, he wouldn’t have known.
Pulling out of his thoughts, he watched as Larissa looked at him, and he waited. Then, she started to tease across her clit.
He groaned. “That’s it, make it feel good for yourself.”
Larissa closed her eyes.
“No, look at me as you play with your pussy. Look at who is making you wet.”
She bit down on her lip, but she didn’t close her eyes again.
“You know I want to fuck you, right? You know I want to sink this into your tight little pussy.” Big Dick didn’t say what he wanted to do, like the fact he didn’t want to wear a fucking rubber and wanted to feel her raw, sweet, tight cunt as it wrapped around his dick, sucking him right in.
He wanted to blow his spunk deep in her womb, even though the risk was pregnancy, and the strangest thing of all was, he didn’t give a fuck.
Larissa, pregnant with his kid, would mean she belonged to him.
He had never wanted a woman to belong to him.
Yet, that was what he wanted, and he didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him.
At the sound of Larissa’s feminine moan, he watched her as she worked her fingers across her clit.
The tips of her nipples were rock-hard. She cried out, and his name was on her lips.
She didn’t call him George, but she called him Big Dick, and he grunted as he felt his release come close, and staring into her eyes, he knew she was close to her release as well.
Neither of them looked away, and he watched as they both came together. Larissa shook, arching up against her, and she didn’t stop rubbing her clit until she couldn’t take any more. He finished spilling his seed across his stomach, trying to control the trajectory of his release.
Getting to his feet, he took hold of her hand, the one that had been playing with her pussy, and licked her fingers, tasting her. She was so fucking sweet. And what shocked him even more was Larissa took his hand, then licked his own cum right off his fingers.
****
The bakery opened a few days later.
Larissa’s father still hadn’t returned, but he was going to be a couple of weeks, perhaps longer, at least that’s what he had said.
For the first time ever in her life, in the past couple of days, she had a man in her room.
Not just any man, but Big Dick. And they had not just been having a sleepover.
Whenever he stepped into her home, locked the door, and checked to see the curtains were closed, he’d have her strip naked, and the fun would begin.
Larissa had no idea it could be this way, and he was always finding new ways of bringing her out of her shell, or just ways that meant they didn’t have to have sex, and they could enjoy one another.