The Biker's Fate Chapter 151

Darien

His expression became one of concern. "What?"

"There's no way that's going to fit," I whispered. "You're too big." And he was. I was sure his cock would break me in two.

Mack chuckled and crawled over me, kissing between my breasts. "Trust me?"

I cupped his face as he hovered over me. "Yes."

"I'm gonna take care of you, sweetheart, but you ever want to stop, tell me."

"Even—"

"Doesn't matter when, Darien. You want to stop, we stop." I nodded and he leaned closer. "Doesn't matter when, yeah?" I nodded again. "I need to hear the words."

"If I want to stop, we stop."

"Good girl," he whispered, and kissed me. He rolled us onto our sides again and cupped my bottom, guiding my thigh over his hip. It brought me closer to his body and his cock rubbed against my clit giving me the most incredible sensation. He slid his hand between us and slipped a finger inside. "Soaked."

I nodded. "Is that okay?"

"It's perfect, honey. Better than perfect."

"Are you sure?"

"Darien, are you enjoying yourself?"

I let out a quick breath. "Yes," I panted as he slipped another finger inside of me.

"Then it's perfect."

Before I could say anymore, he kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and capturing my sigh. I heard the tear of foil and then he rolled on a condom and positioned me so I was straddling him, but we were on our sides.

"I'm gonna go really slow, Darien. Let you get used to me. You can pull back if it's too much. It's why we're like this. You have more power."

I licked my lips. "Okay."

He smiled gently. "Why do you look terrified?"

"I'm not," I insisted. "This is my concentrating face."

Mack laughed. "Fuck, you're funny at the most random times."

"Sorry," I whispered.

"Hey." He stroked my cheek. "Don't apologize for anything. You're perfect, yeah?"

I smiled. "I just don't want to screw anything up."

"Darien, you can't."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He kissed me. "God, baby, I promise."

"Logan." I kissed him again. "I'm falling in love with you. This is probably the worst time to bring this up and you don't have to respond, really, I just wanted you to know."

"Well, I am in love with you. Unequivocally." He slid a lock of my hair behind my ear. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Inside and out." He tilted his hips forward, his cock slipping partially inside of me. "Okay?"

"Yes," I breathed out. "More."

Rolling my nipple between his fingers, I arched, naturally drawing him further into my body. It felt incredible. "Ohmigod." His head dipped to cover that same nipple with his mouth and he bit down gently as he thrust deeper. "Yes!" I cried.

"Okay?"

"Oh, God, Logan, will you just fuck me already?" I demanded.

And he did. Ohmigod, he did.

I shifted and he slid a little deeper, then a little more. All the while, he worked my nipples, my clit, my mouth. I had to give it to him, he waited until I was no longer fully coherent before he gave one swift push and I felt the sting of my virginity leaving my body. He caught my cry with his mouth and stilled, but held me close. I blinked back my tears, the pain worse than I had expected, but not something I wouldn't be able to forget.

Mack kissed my cheek and whispered, "It's done. Are you okay?"

I smiled, shifting so I could stroke his cheek. "I'm sore, but I don't want to stop yet, okay?"

"You sure?"

"I love you." I shifted so I could draw him deeper. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Maybe we should stop."

I wrapped my arms around his back and squeezed. "No."

"Baby, you look...,' he grimaced, "...like you're concentrating again."

"Then make me not concentrate," I challenged.

"I don't want to hurt you again."

"You didn't hurt me before," I countered, and cupped his face. "I swear to God, Logan, you make me come again or I'm going to hit you. And if you don't come in the process, I'll hit you too."

"You sure?"

"Do I need to hit you now?"

He rolled me to my back and hovered over me. "If you want to—"

"Stop. Yeah, honey, I got it."

Mack kissed me and then drew my nipple into his mouth, then the other. Sliding his hand between us, he fingered my clit and I couldn't help but rock my hips against him, which pulled him further inside of me.

"Yes," I whispered. "Harder."

He thrust into me and I raised my legs, wrapping my ankles around his hips. He continued to surge into me, until my climax overtook me. I screamed his name as I came undone, then he gave one final thrust and a grunted, "Mine," and rolled us onto our sides again.

I let out a quiet chuckle as I caught my breath.

"Fuck me, Darien."

"I think I just did." I slid my fingers into his hair. "Or you did."

He laughed, kissing me gently.

"When do we do this without a condom?" I asked.

"Soon. I'm always safe and I haven't been with anyone since a little while before we met," he said. "Regardless, I got tested last week because I want you to feel comfortable, so we'll wait for the results."

"Thank you." I stroked his cheek. "I wouldn't have even thought to ask."

He smiled, kissing my palm. "Stick with me, kid."

"Okay, honey."

"Brace yourself, I'm gonna slide out and it may sting a bit."

"'K." I gripped his shoulders as he moved his hips away from me. He was right, I was a little sore, but it didn't take away from the fact that he'd made my first time incredibly perfect. I hadn't expected I'd hate it (especially, with the right person), but I certainly didn't expect to enjoy it as much as I did, if at all.

"Don't move," he said, and kissed me gently. "I'll be right back."

I nodded with a smile and he climbed off the bed and headed into the bathroom. I bit my lip in an effort not to squeak at the sight of him walking away. God, his ass was incredible. I heard the toilet flush and then Mack returned to me with a warm washcloth.

"Spread, baby." I did and he settled the soft cloth against me, soothing the sting. "Feel good?"

"Very," I whispered on a yawn.