Chapter 2 #2
Storm makes the omega squirm as he eats her out, and his fingers begin to fuck her cunt as mine fuck her asshole. Ace’s hand continues to keep Marie’s wrists held behind her back as he also strokes his cock. His eyes are on her sweet pussy, licking his lips as he watches.
We won’t be taking turns with her or it’ll go bad fast. We also don’t have that kind of time.
My eyes flick up to watch as Wilder makes Marie gag on his cock, his fist wrapped in her messy braid while giving her a hand necklace as well.
Swallowing hard, I enjoy watching the way that he fucks her throat, and the indentation of his cock against it.
His hand squeezes the delicate column of her throat to fully appreciate the beauty and warmth of her greedy cock sucking skills, and I’m almost jealous.
“She’s drooling,” I smirk, watching as her body begins to tremble.
“Fuck she’s close,” Storm groans. “She can act as uppity as she wants, but she’s still just a thirsty whore.”
“I bet you’re learning a lot about yourself, aren’t you, Princess?” I ask her, watching the way that Wilder squeezes her jaw with his fingers to keep her from biting down.
“I’m not one to hit women,” he murmurs. “I’m very attached to my dick, Marie. No biting.”
She makes a frustrated noise before her eyes roll back as she comes. Her slick explodes all over Storm’s face, and if we weren’t around our other brothers, I’d lick it off his face. We don’t flaunt our relationship, though there are rumors about it.
Marie’s body is full of after shocks, and I intend to take advantage of that. I plan to have her remember me for a long time. The very thought that she could ever forget me gives me physical pain.
I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but I’ll have to figure it out later when I have time to work through it.
Pulling my pants down my hips and thighs, I push Storm out of the way so that I can squat down behind her.
Her asshole isn’t producing enough slick, so I do the only gentlemanly thing I can think of and spit into it.
“Oh fuck,” one of my men breathes.
“Did you think I was going to let her go without a proper punishment for trying to run one of us over?” I scoff, using my other hand to gather a small amount of her slick to lube up my cock.
This is going to burn for her either way, so I don’t know why I bother.
Lining my weeping crown up with her puckered hole, I don’t bother with a condom.
It’s stupid, but I don’t want anything between us.
Pressing my hips sharply forward, I listen to her squeal in shock as I push my way into her tight hole.
Wrapping my hand around her throat over Wilder’s, I squeeze harder and force her head up higher as well so her back arches for me. It takes a lot of my patience to keep myself from thrusting knot deep inside her ass in one fell swoop, but I’m not at all gentle as I fuck my way in.
Storm pulls her shirt higher up so we can all watch the way her tits bounce, and Wilder groans as he gets closer to his release. Glancing up the road as the world begins to darken, I see a pair of headlights in the distance.
“We’re about to have company,” I grunt, forgetting to be careful as I fuck her harder.
Her asshole is incredible. It’s warm, tight, and squeezes my shaft like it’s trying to milk it of all my cum.
I want to see how it’ll take my knot, but there’s not enough time, and it’ll take more lube than I’m willing to give her.
Friction burns on my knot isn’t something I want to experience today.
Still, her hole threatens to suck in my knot as slick begins to slowly leak from it.
“Goddamn it, I think I’m gonna come,” Royce groans.
“Unless it’s inside one of her holes, don’t,” I grunt, my alpha bark giving him a blue knot.
I don’t fuck around with the tight control that I have of my club, and they all curse as they feel the intention of my bark. My vision begins to white out as Marie’s noises get louder.
“Pinch her clit,” I tell Storm as I pound into her ass. The sound of skin on skin is hot as fuck, and a part of me wants him to be a part of my and her release.
I have my romantic moments, okay?
Storm nods, playing with his tongue barbell. Leaning down, he does even better and pushes his fingers into her sloppy, wet cunt as he rubs her clit. I can feel him through the thin barrier between us, and think that the only thing that would make this better is if he was fucking her with us.
“You think you hate this,” he croons, his lips against her ear.
We can all hear him still, but the vibration of his sultry voice makes her shiver as she keens.
“This is what it’s like to be owned by club members, baby.
Your orgasms are ours, and no man will ever live up to this.
You won’t be happy unless you’re licking our boots and fighting with us. Nothing else will compare to this.”
“You belong to the Knotted Anarchy,” Wilder groans, his head dropping back as he comes.
Storm squeezes her clit hard, tightening her entire body as she screams and gags on Wilder’s never ending supply of cum. Her asshole squeezes and milks me dry as I paint her insides with my cum, and I feel lightheaded as I pull out of her too quickly for either of our comfort.
Pulling up her leggings, I watch as Storm fixes her bra and shirt while I put my cock away and put my leather glove back on.
Wilder is breathing hard as he pulls his cock out of her mouth, and Storm picks her up onto her feet.
He even uses her shirt to clean up her face of the cum that slipped out her lips and onto her chin.
“Get the fuck away from me,” she says, almost tripping over herself as her ass hits the side of the car. Her wince tells me that she’s definitely feeling my absence.
Lights and sirens begin to shriek through the quiet twilight, and I pull out my knife. Storm, Wilder, and Ace pull out theirs, digging them deep into all four of her tires.
“God, you’re such dicks,” she snarls, palming something in her hand.
“You have the cops coming riding to the rescue,” I chuckle, moving toward my bike.
Storm moves toward her instead of his bike, grabbing her face to pinch her lips open and spit in her mouth.
My jaw drops in surprise as his lips crash down on hers, fighting her for dominance as he kisses her.
I blame the dim light for not seeing her hand move, and his body begins to jerk as electricity coursed through him.
“Sneaky little shit,” Wilder breathes, his face guard up and his helmet on without the shade. “She’s got a stun gun.”
“She couldn’t get to it before because I was holding her hands,” Ace mutters as Storm finally pulls away.
He’s walking funny as he gets onto his bike, but the alpha can drive like a demon, so I’m not worried he’ll fall off.
“Let’s roll!” I yell over the engines as we race away from the police lights.
If they have to chase after us or check on Marie, I bet money they’ll stop for the little omega.
“That was one hell of a girl!” Storm whoops as he drives.
He’s a crazy fucker but he also isn’t wrong. Maybe fate will allow us to cross paths again.