“She doesn’t have them yet. I gotta’ rustle some up for her.”

  “We might have some stuff she could wear laying around. You’ll want to get her a jacket, though.”

  So that was it. I was in.

  ~

  After the impromptu surgery, Slade drank half a pint of whiskey and Doc Chang gave us a small room to ourselves.

  We undressed and fell into bed. I licked and sucked his cock before he could even say anything, getting him nice and hard.

  I slobbered all over his cock, getting it wet, totally covered with spit.

  I loved the way his cock throbbed ever so deliciously in my hungry mouth. I bobbed my head, gasping and struggling to breathe through my nose as I pleasured him.

  I was hungry and desperate for him but I knew I didn’t just want him in my mouth… Oh no. I had other plans for him.

  “Do you want me all over again?” I asked, my voice breathy and husky with hungry passion.

  “Yes… Of course I do…” he said, his hips bucking involuntarily, pressing his cock deeper into my mouth. I pulled up my shirt and my bra with it, revealing my generous breasts and pressing his slick cock between them, jacking him off.

  “Can’t you tell I do?” he asked with a grin as his cock disappeared into the meat of my chest.

  “I don’t know…” I said with a wink. “It’s hard to know…”

  I kissed and licked and nibbled at his cock, letting my spit drip all over it. I had a nasty, truly nasty, idea in store and I wanted his cock wet and ready…

  “Do you trust me?” I asked him with a grin. He nodded dumbly. I gave his cock one more kiss, sliding my hot tongue all over his fleshy rod.

  “You’ll like this…” I whispered finally, leaning back from his body.

  Then, I straddled him and spread my cheeks, lowering my asshole down onto him. I gasped a bit as I felt the tip of his cock press against my tender ass hole.

  To be honest, I was a bit afraid but I knew I needed to do this.

  I knew I needed to give Slade my ass for me to feel better about everything that had happened…

  In fact, I wanted to give him everything. I didn’t want there to be a single aspect of my life, of my world, that he didn’t know about.

  It was going to be like this forever—or until we died. Whichever came first. I imagined us living forever, ripping through cities down long, winding, endless highways splattered with blood and oil…

  “What are you doing?” he asked in surprise as he felt his cock disappear into my tight ass. I threw my head back, closing my eyes in pleasure and pain, whimpering like a whore.

  “Erasing some bad memories,” I answered and then gasped as he slid all the way in, my spit having greased the way.

  I rode him hard, bouncing up and down on his thick shaft, savoring every second of the way my biker’s cock invaded my asshole, spreading me apart, tearing me apart in the most delicious way. I

  groaned, gripping my breasts as I rode his cock, whimpering like a little girl losing her virginity for the first time. His cock managed to spread me open, to rip me apart, and each thrust, each descent onto his fleshy rod was like losing my purity all over again. Each thrust was a brand new experience, a new world of pleasure and pain.

  He held me by the hips, guiding me up and down and fingering my hungry cunt and rubbing my clit as I rode him. He dug his fingers deep into my pinkness, exploring my wet, needy, hungry depths as he fucked me. I felt his cock twitch with delicious pleasure, feeling it move in my ass, feeling it move inside of me, inside of my guts, reminding me once again of how filthy, how transgressive this act was…

  And that only made me want to give it to him all the more.

  “Fuck me… Fuck me…” I whimpered, digging my own fingers into my pussy, my digits colliding with his as they worked to bring me to orgasm.

  Meanwhile, my other hand worked tirelessly to flick and tease my breasts, each motion, each action getting me hotter and wetter and more ready for his final blast of hot, sticky biker cum…

  “God, you’re so fucking tight…” Slade murmured, his hips bucking under me. Each buck of his hips drove me wild.

  Each buck of his hips brought his cock deeper into my ass and one millisecond closer to orgasm—to the precious, blinding hot white blast of passion and pleasure that would reduce me to a pathetic, sloppy mess of spent passion and pleasure…

  Harder and harder, I rode him with more and more intensity. My moans rose out of my throat with increasing intensity, louder and louder.

  I threw my head back, feeling like a porn star—the best feeling, as far as I was concerned. I needed this. I needed to feel what would happen when he finally finished inside of me, when his body, craving my own, craving my pleasure, craving my pain, eager to sow his seed deep inside my wet, pink, sopping and throbbing insides, exploded, finally…

  “Please…” I begged, not really sure what I was asking for.

  “Please what?” he asked with a devilish grin, flicking my clit with just the right pressure that I couldn’t take it.

  I wanted to slap him, the pleasure and pain mixing in my ass and my pussy and my aching, throbbing nipples was almost too much to bear.

  “Fuck… Fuck you…” I barely managed to moan out.

  “What? What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, his grin, that shit-eating grin, that gorgeous shit-eating grin of his, seared into my mind, into my very psyche.

  “Fuck my ass!” I all but screamed. I didn’t care who heard me.

  I didn’t care who knew.

  I wanted the whole world to know—to know my passion, to have the searing record of my pleasure and pain inscribed on the ears and hearts of all those within hearing distance.

  “That’s it,” he whimpered, and I realized that he was enjoying this almost as much, maybe even more, than I was.

  We were united in this intensity, in this profound, unadulterated pleasure… And it was driving me wilder and wilder with each passing moment.

  I hoped he would cum soon. I didn’t know how much more I could take… The sex was so agonizing and the pain, as much as I loved it, seemed to be getting overwhelming…

  My moans became more agonized and as they did, I hoped it would never end. I had never known I could feel like this—that I could hope that something, something like sex, like getting fucked in the ass so strongly and powerfully by my lover, could simultaneously be so delicious that I never wanted it to end and so painful that I couldn’t wait for it to finish…

  All I knew was that I loved it, and that I would be doing this every single night, as long as my body would let me.

  I wanted nothing else in the world except to ride him into oblivion, into that pleasurable orgasmic oblivion of two souls joining their bodies and their souls…

  I leaned down to kiss him and to kiss him hard, just the way I liked to be kissed and the way I liked to kiss—the way all girls need to be kissed sometimes, especially during times of the most passionate of lovemaking.

  He responded in kind, his teeth and lips dueling with mine as we dug into each other, my hips bouncing impossibly faster, my muscles screaming at me, begging me to stop, while my heart and my brain urged my body onwards…

  It wasn’t long before I was cumming, once and then again.

  I had never experienced something quite like this—multiple orgasms, one after another, like shots fired from a revolver and striking the pleasure centers of my brain head on. I squealed and thrashed around his cock, my vision blurring.

  “Oh, god, oh my god!” I found myself screaming. He ended up grabbing me hard, slapping his hand over my mouth to shut me up but I just fought his hand off, releasing another throaty moan as my pleasure overtook me.

  Finally, he came too and he had no strength left to try and control me, his cock spasming inside my ass, flooding my tight channel with his cum.

  “Fuck, that’s good!” he groaned, his hips bucking wildly, like a motorcycle on a rainy highway. I loved the feeling of his powerful body writhing in pleasure beneath me… It felt like I was riding some sort of wild stallion. It felt so primal and real and it made me want more of it. I felt like I could get addicted to this feeling.

  And besides that, it just felt so right to be taking his cum in my ass.

  Each spurt—and there were many—invaded my tight hole and seemed to sear my flesh as he finished. I groaned and gripped my own body, my breasts and my pussy, slapping and teasing and toying myself as we came together, my tight back hole spasming and massaging his cock as we finished. God, but it was amazing—a moment of true coming-together of our bodies. His flesh seemed to meld into me, his seed providing the glue. I threw back my head and let out a contented sigh before hopping off him and plopping down in the bed next to him.

  “So, I’m a Black Widow now, huh?” I asked, stroking his chest.

  “That’s right. I’ve got a bandana for you. We’ll get you a jacket and then a patch and then you’ll ride with me, up to Portland.”

  “What does an old lady do?”

  Slade grinned at me. “Whatever I damned well want you to.”

  I smiled back. “I think I can do that.” I leaned in for a kiss, a soul searing kiss that made me want to be close to him, that made me never want to be away from him. We kissed and his lips traced their way over my cheeks and my neck and down to my breasts, suckling my nipples. I sighed and stroked his head as he suckled my nipples, whimpering as he began to finger me again. I shuddered as his fingers worked my clit. I was still way too sensitive.

  “Slow down,” I whispered, my voice still thick with pleasure and exhausted from our love-making. “I don’t know if I can… you know. Do it so fast.”

  “I understand,” he said with his ever-present grin, the very grin that made me want to slap him. He rolled over on top of me and I couldn’t help but return his grin—oh, fuck, how I loved the feeling of his strong, powerful body on top of me, pushing down into me, holding me down, even…

  He began to lick and nip my inner thighs. I writhed in delight, pressing my hips forward and my eyes widened, whimpering all the time. I loved the teasing, the anticipation of what he might do with his mouth, even more than what he actually ended up doing with it.

  Now, that’s not to denigrate his abilities in any way—any girl will tell you, I think, that the anticipation makes you tremble even more than the pleasure itself. The anticipation is pleasure. All anticipation is pleasure.

  And my body, my hips, my thighs, his tongue and teeth—it was all anticipation here and now.

  “Please…” I whined again, pathetically, aroused, my ever-present and unending plea. Why did I always say please? Why didn’t I just demand what I wanted?

  “Lick me.” There. There it was.

  I felt his tongue, ever so slightly, dance along the crease between my pussy and my thigh, working its way along the sensitive flesh of the joint. But no, that wasn’t what I wanted…

  “Not there…” I said, hungry and husky and needy.

  “Do you think you deserve it somewhere else?” he asked, chuckling. Bastard.

  “Fuck you. Of course I do… I just rode your cock and let you cum in my ass. If I want you to eat me all night long, you will.”

  He burst out laughing and he didn’t stop for quite some time.

  “You’ve got this biker thing down,” he said, finally quieting and going to the task before him: namely, me. He ran his tongue from the bottom of my pussy slowly, so agonizingly slowly, up to my clit, running along my slit and teasing me, making me endure the agony of pleasure.

  I found myself squeezing my eyes shut, again just trying to stay conscious. God, but I was SENSITIVE after our previous love making… I didn’t know if I would be able to endure his delicious, ultimately pleasurable assault on my slit.

  But somehow I did. Gripping his hair, digging my fingers into his scalp and driving my nails into his flesh, damn his wounds, damning whatever discomfort he might feel—that all helped me to endure.

  He started ever so skillfully by slurping around the hood of my clit, teasing it and making it swollen—as if it could even get more swollen, as if it could ever throb harder than it was now! God, but I wanted him more and more with each passing moment.

  And then, before I knew what was happening, his tongue was assaulting my clit head on, slithering over my hard little nub of pleasure—hard, of course, because my blood was so hot for him and had so soaked my entire body that my clit couldn’t help but pulse in time with my ever-quickening heart beat.

  The first second his tongue slid over my little clitty was enough for me to scream all over again, my voice rising up to the heavens. I moaned pathetically and hungrily, my body trembling and twitching as he devoured me, wrapping his lips around my pink-red little nub and suckling hard, his tongue lashing at my flesh. God, but I wanted more of this… Ever so much more.

  “Please… Please… Oh, oh, oh, oh god!” I squealed, gripping his hair hard, all but ripping his locks out of his scalp as he finished me off. I could feel my orgasm, yet another one, this one less powerful but somehow deeper than the others, rising like a wave just beyond the horizon, a tsunami threatening to overtake me, to drown me in pleasure.

  “Faster…F aster… Just a little bit more, baby, please…” I moaned, thrashing from side to side. My butt, still leaking his hot, thick cum, clenched and I could feel his seed clinging to my tight hole, aching and burning from the pounding it had just endured. My muscles were all so sore. I felt like I had just survived a fight, like I had just gone three or four rounds with the heavyweight champion of the world—and now, I had to pick myself up and do it all over again…

  And then, I felt it. My orgasm rose up and over me somehow unexpectedly, even though I had felt it coming. Somehow, I had forgotten about it, become lost in the pleasure and then there it was. I saw stars. I shook and screamed, pressing his face in between my hips as I felt my body become enraptured by the flames of our passion.

  Finally, after several moments—for all I know, it could’ve been hours but honestly, I couldn’t tell you exactly—I came down from my orgasm, and found myself stroking his hair gently as my breathing, ever so slowly, returned to normal.

  “That… That was amazing…” I murmured softly. He heaved himself up to lie next to me, and once again, I became cognizant of the pain he must be in. I made a move to help him but he batted my hands away.

  “No, I’m fine,” he grunted, glaring at me suddenly. I felt hurt.

  “You should let me help you. It was because of me…” I began but he shushed me with a quick, rough kiss.

  “Don’t think about it that way. I won’t always have you with me anyway. I can’t rely on you. I can’t rely on anyone.”

  Now, it was my turn to glare at him. How quickly my feelings could change from love and passion to hurt and anger! After everything we had been through… He was really going to insist that he couldn’t rely on me?

  “What the hell do you mean?” I growled, glowering angrily at him, my eyes all but flaming. “After… After everything that’s happened!”

  His face softened.

  “It’s just… It’s a hard life. It’s a hard life I’ve chosen.”

  “And it’s a life I’ve chosen too.”

  Our gazes met and he nodded slowly, as if to show his acceptance: his acceptance and affirmation as my place as his equal—not just in the gang but in his life.

  He caught my lips in a kiss again and once more, we found ourselves rolling in the passionate waves of the bed. Somewhere along the way, my legs were spread and wrapped around his hips, with his hardness, ever ready to do its job, finding its way inside my tight, sore depths. How he could have this much stamina, I had no idea… but after all, this was the kind of man I had wanted, wasn’t it?

  “Please… Please… Give it to me once more… Make me yours… All over again…” I moaned, writhing beneath him as he pumped me, sliding his long, thick tool almost all the way out of me before pounding it back into me, fucking me just like a toy, using my body, both for his pleasure and his love. It was so sensual and it drove me wild, the way he slid himself in and out of me…

  “Please!” I groaned. “Faster! Faster!”

  And with a grunt, a heavy, animalistic grunt, like that of a jackal attacking its prey—and suddenly, I remembered what he had originally reminded me of, when I first met him—what felt like years ago, maybe even a lifetime ago—he picked up his speed, pumping his cock harder and harder and faster and faster into my tight, aching pussy. God, but I loved it… Loved every second of it.

  “Fuck!” he groaned, announcing his orgasm by throwing his head back. I sighed with delight as held him tight, letting his seed fill me. I thought with dreamy pleasure about the possibility of his seed taking root in my womb, of it growing, and of us being a family…

 

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