The Biker's Fate Chapter 499

He pulled his hand away and I whimpered with disappointment.

He smacked me, this time a little harder and I dropped my head back with a groan. "What do you want, baby?"

"Everything," I rasped.

"Then you need to do what I say when I say it."

"I never said I wanted to follow the rules," I grumbled.

He chuckled, smacking my bottom again, then slipping his fingers inside of me and I mewed with desire at the sensation.

I didn't move, however, because I wanted more, and despite my bluster, fully intended to follow the rules in order to get more of what he was giving me.

"Soaked," he murmured, his thumb slipping into my deep dark place.

"Train, I'm not going to be able to wait."

He removed his fingers and I immediately regretted saying anything but then his dick was at my entrance, and pressing in, and all was right with the world.

He gripped my hips, and I raised up on my tiptoes as he slammed into me over and over, faster and faster until I screamed his name, my orgasm coming fast and hard.

"Don't move," he grunted out as his cocked pulsed inside of me.

We stood there for a few seconds before he slid out of me.

"Legs together and stand up, Melody."

I reached between my legs. "What about—?"

He pulled my arm away gently, guiding it behind my back, and kissing my shoulder. "You're gonna feel our cum between your thighs, beautiful," he whispered. "It's the first time we're connected on this level, and I don't ever want you to forget it."

I shivered, licking my lips.

"Hands behind your back," he said. "I'll be right back and I'm gonna give that ass some attention."

I couldn't stop a smile as I clasped my hands behind me. "Yes, please."

I heard water running in the bathroom, then I felt a gentle tug on the chain attached to my clamps. "You good here?"

"Yes."

"You still want the blindfold?"

"Yes."

His mouth covered mine and his tongue teased my lips open as he kissed me deeply, lifting me and setting me gently on the bed. He pressed a warm washcloth between my legs, cleaning me up, then his mouth was on my pussy, and I was once again swept up in the beauty that was Courtland Nash.

His mouth moved up to my clit, then my belly, before my blindfold was pushed up and his beautiful face was smiling down at me. "Hey."

I stroked his face. "Hi."

"Gonna grab the lube, and have you face the headboard so you can control how deep I go. Okay?"

I grinned wide. "Yes."

He kissed me, then helped me sit up before retrieving the lube from the nightstand drawer. I faced the headboard, kneeling with my legs spread and he slid his knees between mine.

"Let me lube you up," I said, and he chuckled.

"Yeah?"

I held my palm out, and he pressed some of the gel into my hand. I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard dick, making sure the lube covered every inch before wiping my hand on the towel Train had previously brought and facing the headboard again.

He guided the tip to my entrance, and he used his finger to help open me as I sat back slowly, his cock slipping into me. Once the tip of his dick was in, he moved his hand to my clit, cupping my mound and fingering me as I lowered myself a little at a time, taking him deeper and deeper as my body grew more comfortable with his size.

"Fuck," he breathed out.

"Vibrator," I panted, and he grabbed one next to me, flipping it on and handing it to me.

I guided it into my pussy, dropping my head back as his dick was now buried deep in my ass. "Now, honey," I begged, pulling the vibrator out as I dropped onto all fours.

Train grasped my hips and slammed into me, albeit a little gentler than he tended to do with my pussy, but no less satisfying, giving my bottom a hard smack as I cried his name, his fingers slipping inside of me just as my walls contracted around them.

We fell onto the mattress, Train's weight nearly crushing me, but he slid slowly out of me, leaving me just long enough to get a towel to clean me up.

Rolling me onto my back, he gently removed my clamps, kissing me as he pulled me over his chest. "Jesus," he hissed out, holding me tight.

"Train?"

"Yeah, baby."

"I love you." I met his eyes. "You don't have to say—"

"Love you too, Wart."

I sat up slightly. "You do?"

"Fuck yeah I do. Been fallin' for you from the first second we sang together."

"I fell in love with your hands. Specifically, this ring on your hand while you played." I lifted his ring that never left the chain around my neck. "It's why I ejector seated the room."

He chuckled. "Yeah, your sister mentioned it was you runnin'."

"This is partly why I don't want to tell anyone," I admitted. "Once my sisters find out we're a thing, they're going to bury you in paperwork and make you sign things to protect my money, then you'll run—"

"Why the fuck do you think I'll run?" he snapped.

"Because they all do."

"Okay, you're gonna piss me off if you don't reel that back in," he growled.

"What do you mean?"

"If we're in this, and I mean, in it, then I'll sign whatever the fuck you, your sisters, or fuckin' Puddin' wants me to sign to protect you and your money, baby. I don't want it, I don't need it, and I don't ever want you to worry that I'll take it from you."

"Really?"

He sat up, releasing me from our warm and fuzzy bubble. "Yeah, really. Fuck." He walked into the bathroom, and I rushed to follow him.

"Wait, Nash, why are you getting pissy with me?"

"Baby, I'm not pissy with you."

"Sure sounds like it," I countered, crossing my arms.

He sighed, dragging his hands through his hair. "I'm pissed at the assholes and sycophants you've had to deal with your whole life, Melody. Goddammit, if I could have five minutes alone with your exes, they'd all be without their spleens."

My warm and fuzzy feeling was back. In droves. "Oh."

He reached out, sliding his hand to my neck, and tugging me toward him. "Come here."

I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"You will never have to worry about my motives, baby," he promised. "I will sign whatever you want me to sign, got it?"

"I love you."

"Love you too," he said just as my phone buzzed.

"Oh, shit!" I hissed. "What time is it?" I rushed into the room and saw a text from Brandy. "Crap, I forgot about the oxygen thing."

Because of the elevation, singers often found it difficult to sing, so every time I performed here, I booked copious amounts of oxygen treatments, along with keeping oxygen tanks backstage should I get into trouble during the show.

"Well, you got ten minutes to get out the door, baby," Train said. "Better hurry."

I growled at him, even as we rushed through a quick shower and threw on clothes.