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  “Turn over,” I said, my cock getting even harder as I heard the tone of command in my voice.

  Krystal looked surprised, but she smiled — this wicked little half smile, and rolled over. “See anything you like?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

  I was afraid I was gonna cum right that second. She was clearly dripping wet and ready for my hard cock, but I wasn’t quite finished playing with her yet. The sound of her begging me to fuck her was one of the sweetest things I’d ever heard.

  I put my hands on her shoulders and ran my fingers down her sides, lingering over her tattoo, and coming to rest on her perfect ass. Her skin was smooth and warm, and I bent down and bit her — very gently — right on one of her cheeks. Her skin reddened slightly, and I wondered what it would look like if I spanked her. Would that briefly leave a mark as well? Maybe I’d find out later. I sat up and straddled her from behind, my hard cock resting just between her cheeks.

  Pressing my cock against her, I leaned forward slightly, using my weight to push myself a little further. I had no idea how Krystal liked it — what her favorite positions were — but I wasn’t sure that I could wait any longer to find out.

  “Get up,” I said, as I climbed off the bed and rummaged through the dresser drawer to find a condom.

  “How do you want me?” Krystal asked, clearly excited.

  I walked back over to her, rolled a condom on and kissed her, reaching up to squeeze her nipples and make her moan. “Bend over,” I said, pointing to the bed. I stood back while she spread her feet apart, bent down, and rested on her elbows. She tossed her hair back and met my gaze.

  “Will you fuck me, Luke? Will you make me cum?”

  I looked at her — dark, tangled hair, mouth slightly open, and her pussy glistening from her arousal – and I couldn’t stand it another second. I took two steps and positioned the head of my cock just at her opening. I bent forward and could just reach the tips of her nipples. I brushed them lightly, flicking them before I put my hands on her hips and slowly eased the huge head of my cock inside her.

  She was so hot and so slippery wet that it took all the restraint I had not to just force myself inside all at once. I knew I was bigger than most guys, though, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

  Krystal looked back at me. “Luke, I want to feel you all the way inside me. I want all of you.”

  That was all it took.

  My hands on her hips, I plunged deep inside. I felt her stretch and heard her gasp with pleasure. She pressed her hips back against me, and I ground my hips forward, burying myself as deep as I could. Even though she was tight around my cock, she could take all of me. The sight of Krystal’s tattoo and her full, sexy ass was almost more than I could stand. We found a rhythm in no time, and I watched as Krystal put her hand between her legs to touch herself while I fucked her.

  She started to breathe quicker, and I hoped she was close to an orgasm, because I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. She made a sound — almost like a whimper. “Luke? You’re gonna make me cum,” she cried out. “I’m gonna cum on your cock.”

  “Do it. Do it now. I want to feel you come.”

  She threw her head back, and I grabbed her hair with one hand while I forced myself inside her pussy over and over.

  I knew the second her orgasm started. She called out my name as her muscles clenched my cock. I lost all control and it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I let her pussy milk my cock, and as my explosive orgasm finished, I could feel her shaking from her own release.

  “Oh, my God, Krystal,” I said, as I put my hands on the bed, to either side of her hips. I stayed inside her, not wanting to lose the warmth and the memory of my climax just seconds before.

  She stayed bent over the side of the bed and laughed — a deep, throaty, sexy sound that made her pussy tighten over my softening cock. I reluctantly slid myself out of her.

  “You okay?” I asked, unaccustomed to a woman laughing after sex.

  “Are you kidding?” she asked as she stood up slowly. “I’m fantastic. That was amazing, Luke.”

  Relieved, I leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “I’ll be right back.”

  She laughed again. “I’m counting on it.

  I went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom, and when I caught a look of myself in the mirror, I realized that I had a ridiculously huge grin on my face. I hadn’t looked or felt that happy since my parents had passed away, and I realized that Krystal might be exactly what I needed.

  Walking back into the bedroom, I saw a spectacular sight. Though I hadn’t realized it, the sun had started to set while we were in bed, and the last rays of the sun threw a rosy glow into the room, highlighting the perfect skin of the gorgeous — and very naked — woman in my bed. Krystal lay stretched across the bed with her champagne flute in hand. She looked like a picture, or an advertisement for — oh, I don’t know — something really sexy and amazing.

  “Wow. What a view,” I said as I picked up my own flute and lay down next to her.

  “The view from here’s not so bad, either,” she said, as she ran her fingers lightly across my chest.

  I heard the phone ringing again from the living room.

  Krystal shook her head and looked a little embarrassed. “Let me go turn that thing off,” she said, getting up from the bed. She reappeared a moment later, shaking her head. “Ringer’s off. We shouldn’t be bothered again.”

  “Is whoever’s blowing up your phone what’s bothering you?” I asked, admiring her body from across the room.

  “Yeah,” she admitted, clearly unwilling to elaborate.

  “You want to talk about it?” I asked.

  “Nope. Right now there’s something else I want to do.”

  “Gonna clue me in?” I asked as she walked slowly toward the bed.

  “Definitely,” she answered, as she took the glass from my hand, drained it, and set it on the nightstand.

  Krystal walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled in beside me, leaning on her elbow and looking down at me. Her hair brushed my chest, and I couldn’t help but notice that her breasts were still bare and temptingly located within reach. I reached up and ran my hand along the curve of her breast and down along the curve of her hip and let my hand come to rest on her thigh.

  She bent down and kissed me while she put her hand between my legs. “Hard again so soon, Luke?”

  “Krystal, I can’t help it.” I thought about confessing the fact that I really liked her, but I decided to keep that to myself. I suspected that she had a bit of a thing for bad boys, and I was pretty sure that I didn’t fit that bill … yet. I was going to work on it, though. “Before? The first time? That was just a taste. By the time I’m through with you, you aren’t gonna be walking straight.”

  Krystal smiled and began to stroke my cock. “Want me to suck it?” she asked, wide eyed and eager.

  “Absolutely.”

  She licked her lips like she was getting prepared, and she moved down so that she was between my knees. She held my gaze while she lowered her mouth to the head of my cock, and I thought I was gonna cum right away as she extended her tongue and licked me from base to tip. She licked a drop of pre-cum off me. “Mmmm. You taste good.”

  The tone of her voice made me want to fuck her mouth, and when she opened up and took me inside, I lifted my hips and pushed in a little further. She took every inch of me inside her mouth and down her throat. It felt like nothing else in the world existed except for Krystal’s warm, wet mouth on my cock. She worked me, up and down, glancing up from time to time to find me watching her, absolutely enthralled with the sight of a gorgeous woman with her lips wrapped around me. My excitement was building, and I was getting close to a climax when she sat up.

  “Oh, my God, Krystal. Don’t stop,” I groaned.

  “I’ll swallow your load later. Right now, I want to fuck you.”

  She reached over and picked up a condom from the pile I’d tossed o
nto the nightstand. “Safety first,” she said with a smile, as she opened the wrapper and rolled it down over me.

  I reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing her nipples hard. “I want you to fuck me, Krystal. Right now.”

  I expected her to climb on top and ride me while I fondled her tits, but she clearly had other ideas. She stood up on the bed, put one foot on either side of my hips and bent over, giving me an amazing view of her ass and her pussy, clearly wet and ready for my cock. She wiggled her hips from side to side and I realized that she was watching me look at her, enjoying the fact that I was entranced by everything she was showing off. She knelt, facing the foot of the bed, and as she brought her ass and her tattoo down, I knew I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Krystal.

  She reached down and guided my cock to her pussy, hovering so that the head just brushed her opening. I wanted to be inside her, but her teasing, slow pace was making the wait delicious. She finally, slowly lowered her body onto my cock, and I was completely buried inside her. She moved — a slow, sexy motion that made it feel like I was reaching every inch of her tight pussy. She ground down on me, rubbing herself from side to side on top of me, and I could tell that she was getting close to cumming as I felt her muscles start to tighten.

  I lifted my hips, and she started to writhe, working my cock and her clit at the same time. She reached up and grabbed her breasts, and I imagined her squeezing her nipples as she started to go over the edge. I grabbed her hips as I started to cum. Holding her hips, I felt her muscles start to pulse around me. We came together, and she screamed as I called out her name. She bent forward when she’d finished, and I could see my cock still inside her, stretching her wide, and I knew right then that no other woman would ever be Krystal’s equal.

  Chapter 24

  Krystal

  I’d been a little worried that Luke would be kinda boring in bed, and I couldn’t have been happier to be wrong. First of all, he was fucking huge. I’d never been with a guy as big as he was, and he sure knew how to use what he had! I was in the master bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to make my hair look like I hadn’t just been fucked, but I settled for just making sure I didn’t have eyeliner smeared across my face. Rather than walk all over the suite looking for my clothes, I opted for one of the amazingly thick, soft white robes that was hanging in the master bedroom.

  “The menu’s on the table,” Luke said when I walked back into the living area. “Order anything you like.”

  I picked up the menu and a bottle of sparkling water from the bar. I didn’t want to wake up in the morning with a wicked hangover — assuming Luke let me sleep at all. I walked over to the love seat and looked at Luke. He sat on the sofa, bare-chested and wearing only his broken-in jeans. He looked relaxed and sexy as hell. He held out an arm, indicating that he wanted me to sit down next to him.

  “That was fucking fantastic,” I said, sitting down and feeling a little ache deep inside me from his huge cock. I smiled at the reminder of how good he’d felt.

  “I’m not finished with you,” he said. “I’m gonna feed you and take you back to bed.”

  “Or maybe that enormous tub?” I asked hopefully.

  “Hm,” he said, stroking his chin as if he were deep in thought. “Both?”

  “Deal,” I said.

  I opened the menu and tried to focus on the extravagant dishes that were listed — at outrageous prices — but I was distracted by two things. Luke was toying with a piece of my hair, twirling it around his finger, and I realized that I really liked Luke. Not just for the sex — which if I was honest was the best I’d ever had — but because I actually liked him as a person.

  “See anything that looks good?” he asked.

  “It all looks amazing. I want one bite of everything on the menu.”

  “You mind sharing?” Luke asked, as he leaned over to look at the menu with me.

  “Not at all.”

  “How about if I order a bunch of different things, and we can share them?”

  I smiled up at him as he stood up to walk over to one of the phones. “That sounds perfect.”

  While Luke ordered, I thought about pinching myself. Bug, in addition to being an impotent, abusive asshole, absolutely refused to share his food. He had gotten so pissed the few times I’d asked for a bite of his meal — on the few occasions when we went out to eat — that I’d just stopped trying. As far as I could tell, other than not being as assertive as I usually liked, Luke appeared to be an absolutely perfect man, and I wondered how long it would be before he realized that I was seriously damaged goods and left me behind.

  A little down after having realized that I was nowhere near good enough for Luke, I got up and poured myself another glass of wine. He’d asked me what was bothering me a couple of times already, and I decided that maybe I should just tell him about the mess I’d gotten myself into. Who knew — maybe he could even help protect me from Bug and his vengeance. I could sure use some help from someone.

  “Dinner should arrive in about half an hour,” Luke said after he hung the phone up. “The woman who took my order sounded surprised that we only needed place settings for two. It’s possible that I over ordered.”

  I laughed. “Well, I’m freaking starving, and we might find ourselves in need of a midnight snack, too.”

  Luke sat back down next to me. “I like the way you think, Krystal.”

  I took a deep breath. “You asked about what was bothering me. Do you really want to know?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Even though I knew Luke was different from other guys I’d been with, I was still a little surprised that he wanted to hear my bullshit. “Okay, here we go.”

  I told him the whole story about Bug having stolen my money and the way that I got it back. Luke had laughed at the fact that Bug had been drooling in his sleep as I drove away, but when I told him that Bug had come to my apartment just a few hours before, he realized how serious the situation was.

  “He really called you that?” he asked after I’d told him all I could remember of Bug’s phone call.

  “Yeah, and he swore he’d get me when I least expect it.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Well, I’d thought about calling Joker and telling him what Bug had said.”

  Luke sat up straighter. “That’s a perfect solution. I’m sure Joker will take care of Bug for you.”

  I shook my head. “No. I thought that for a second, too, but there’s no way. He’ll take Bug’s side because they’re brothers in that stupid fucking motorcycle club.”

  “Wait a minute, Krystal. You say that like being brothers is a bad thing.”

  “Luke, you don’t even get it. Those fuckers will back each other up, no matter what they’ve done wrong. Joker might stop Bug from killing me if we were standing in front of him, but I wouldn’t even bet on that. Bug treats me like trash, and that’s okay — perfectly normal, even — for the Sons.”

  “I know you’re upset, but you can’t really mean that.” Luke put his hand on my arm. “I’ve spent some time with the Sons this week, and they’re good guys.”

  “I’m sure they are good guys to you. They’re all excited about meeting Joker’s son, but if you had something they wanted, they wouldn’t hesitate to run you over.” I stood up and walked over to the window, frustrated because I knew that Luke didn’t have the history that I did with the Sons. “You don’t know them like I do.”

  “Actually, Krystal, I know them better than you realize. At church on Sunday, the Sons are gonna vote me in as a member, at least, I hope they are.”

  I spun around and my jaw fell open. “What the fuck are you thinking, Luke? Why the hell would you want to be a member of the Sons? You have a college degree and a good job, for God’s sake. You’re fuckin’ out of your mind.”

  “Jesus, Krystal, you sound just like Sable.”

  “Well, maybe you should listen to your mother.”

  “She’s only my birth mother. She lef
t me behind because she didn’t want her life screwed up, and she doesn’t have the right to tell me what to do.”

  “Even if she’s right?” I felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Luke couldn’t possibly make it as one of the Savage Sons, even if they did vote him in. He wasn’t hard enough, not that I was gonna tell him that.

  “Sable made her choices, and I’m going to make mine.”

  “Luke, I just don’t understand. Why are you doing this? Are you leaving your job?”

  “I’m taking a leave of absence, and my reasons, quite honestly, are none of your business. I’ve learned that I shouldn’t discuss club business with anyone who’s not a member.”

  “Jesus,” I shook my head in disgust. “You sure learn quick. So you want a guy like Bug for a brother. That piece of shit?”

  “Krystal, I don’t really know Bug. Honestly, from what you’ve told me, he doesn’t sound like a good guy, but I’m not gonna get in between the two of you.”

  “Wow.” I picked up my shirt from the floor. “You’ve got a thing or two to learn, Luke Callaway.”

  “What the hell does that mean?”

  “Well, if you’re too big a pussy to stand up for what’s right, then I don’t know that I can stand to be in the same room with you any longer.”

  “What the hell, Krystal? You come in here with your sob story about some shithead that you were stupid enough to get involved with, and you want me to rush to your rescue? Maybe you should be more careful about who you sleep with.”

  I stood still, staring at Luke, unable to believe what I’d just heard. I walked into the bedroom, closed the door, hung up the fancy bathrobe, and got dressed. When I walked back out to the living room, I had composed myself enough to string a sentence together.