Starting Over (A Motorcycle Club BDSM Dark Romance) Read Free Page B

ground the word out and she moaned. She was a slut, at least she wanted to be. Wanted to be a whore. A dirty, nasty whore.
    “You like that, huh? Well, that’s good, because I like my women to be feisty. Ain’t got an old lady, hell never wanted one, but damn if you are not positively sinful.” He pulled off his shirt and looked at her.
    “You want me?” Ryker grabbed her by the hair, wrapping the long strands around his fist, and pulling her towards him.
    Damn if she didn’t like that. She nodded, “Yes, Ryker.”
    “Do you know how to please a man, Tessa?” His tone was a little gentler than she expected.
    How did he know that she was inexperienced? She hesitated, worried about what he would do if she told him the truth. She had made out with boys, and once a girl, but she had never gone further than that. She wasn’t sheltered, or anything, she just wasn’t interested in most of the guys who were interested in her. They were never exciting enough. Never dark enough.
    She shook her head, deciding to tell the truth. She’d been with Damon, but according to him, she never pleased him.
    “I’ve tried, but I don’t think I know how.”
    “That’s okay, I’ll teach you.” His eyes commanded her as he unbuckled his pants, the large belt buckle that had some kind of bike on it. Maybe Jenny was wrong, maybe he was part of some club.
    He took his shirt and put it on the floor.
    “Get on your knees, Tessa.”
    She complied with him, kneeling on his shirt. It didn’t do much to soften the concrete floor, but it was probably better than the cold, rough surface.
    He pushed his pants down just a little, enough to see the bulge in his boxer briefs. She licked her lips in anticipation, but it looked large. She had to imagine the size because of the cloth covering him.
    “Are you ready for this, baby?” He asked as he reached a hand into his underwear and put it around his dick.
    “I can’t wait to taste your cock, Ryker.” She meant it too, she wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth.
    He pulled his cock out, the thick girth by itself too much to take in, but when she realized the length she shook her head. It was too big.
    “I, I don’t think I can fit that inside of me. Anywhere.”
    “Yes you can, just calm down. Take a hold of it, Tessa.” She grabbed his cock and moved her hand up and down his shift, almost expertly. She had seen enough to know what she was doing there. It felt so big in her hand, so thick. Her mouth watered just thinking about tasting him. Seeing that he liked it she increased her pace. She didn’t want him to think she was completely inexperienced.
    “Damn, you know how to do that. Keep doing what you are doing, and put your mouth on my cock.”
    She did was she was told, putting her mouth over the head of his cock, tentatively swirling her tongue around the head.
    “Yeah like that. Damn girl, you learn quick.” He groaned a little and then reached down and grabbed her head, and pushed her towards him, releasing and then pushing again.
    “Don’t you use your teeth, or I will give your ass a smack so hard you won’t be able to sit down. Do you understand?” He was serious, and a little scary too. It wasn’t the same, though. He was being rough with her, but she wanted it.
    Needed it.
    It made her feel in control.
    She “mmhmmed” in understanding.
    “Good girl, just like that.” He kept fucking her open mouth, forcing her head faster and further up and down his shaft as she submitted to him. Her eyes watered as she tried to breath, sucking in each breath that she could each time he released her.
    “Take my cock all the way in your mouth, Tessa. Let me see you go as far as you can.” His voice was deep, the growl in it only serving to spur her on.
    He released her completely and stood there, watching her as she worked up and down his shaft on her own, showing him what she had learned. She pushed her mouth all the way over his cock, trying to hold back the choking