Page 12 of Bedlam

“Then get on your fucking knees. Let me feel how tight your throat is.” I growl and he smirks, leaning in and placing a soft kiss against my lips. I don’t move. I groan as his hand slips downmy boxers and strokes my hard cock. He leans into me more, deepening the kiss as I feel his tongue swipe across my lips, asking for permission. I open without hesitation, our tongues swirling together, fighting for dominance.

Suddenly he pulls away, sinking to his knees and taking me to the back of his throat.Fuckkkkk.

“Jesus, fuck,” I moan, gripping his hair, forcing his head further down my length.

“Swallow, biker bitch.” I growl, holding his head down for a second too long as he gags, but like the good little bitch he is, he swallows and groans around my cock.

“Fuck, yes. Your throat is so fucking tight. Such a good boy.” I praise and he groans again as I release my hold. His mouth slides up my cock, swirling his tongue over my piercing, causing my thighs to shake. He bobs his head up and down my length fast, sucking me hard as he gags every time my bar hits the back of his throat.

“Mmm, fuck. I’m going to cum so hard down your pretty fucking throat. Fuck.” I moan out a warning, and he picks up the pace.

“Shit, I’m cumming, fuck.” I groan long and loud as I feel the familiar tingle rush up my spine, spilling my load down his tight little throat. My whole body shakes as I come down from my orgasm, but he doesn't stop. He continues to suck me so fucking slowly, making me damn near whimper.

“Jesus fuck, you feel so fucking good. Fuck, don’t fucking stop.” I beg, holding his head down my length, forcing him to gag as I cum again. Holding his head down, I command,

“Don’t you fucking swallow. I want to see my second load on your tongue.” I let him go and he releases me with a pop, a string of saliva following as he sits back on his heels and opens his mouth, showing me how much of a good listener he is.

“Such a good boy. Now swallow me, my little biker bitch.” I command, and I watch as his throat swallows my load. Fuck if that doesn’t turn me on all over again. I grip his chin and he looks up at me.

“What do you need, Ryder?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“Just lay with me?” he whispers.

“Let me make you feel good too.” I say, but he shakes his head again.

“Laying with meiswhat will make me feel good.” He admits, his eyes casting down showing how vulnerable he truly is in this moment and I nod, holding my hand out to help him up.

“Let’s get in bed. God knows we both need the fucking sleep.” I say and he laughs.

“Tomorrow is another day, and maybe in the morning, I’ll want to see what your mouth can do.” He says with a smirk and I laugh.

“Shut up and get in the bed.” I order and we pull down the blanket, climbing into the bed. The minute my head hits the pillow, I begin to hear Ryder say,

“I think I might leave the club and everyone behind. There’s not much left for me here anymore. I’m all alone, and I think it’s time for me to go.” But before I can respond, sleep takes over and green eyes litter my vision, pulling me deep into the abyss.

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Daddys Good Boy

Stalker

Leaving the hospital with a grin on my face, I shoot a text off to Daddy letting him know everything is done.

Daddy: Good Boy. Meet me at the house later. You did so good.

Me: What time?

Daddy: I’ll send a text when I am on my way.

Me: Can’t wait.

Getting Daddy’s praise gives me life. I love to please him any way I can. My phone pings again and I look down seeing another text.

April: Are you coming to see your son?

Me: Yes, I’ll be there in thirty. Do you need anything?

April: No, just you.