His confidence helped calm her nerves somewhat. She did as told and he replaced his fingers with the head of his huge cock. He was covered in slippery lube, making it hard for him to penetrate her.
He used his free hand to rub rhythmic circles over her clit as he continued to feed his cock into her ass. She couldn’t help but tense, but he’d scold her each time. Once he was inside her a couple of inches, he stopped and focused on her clit.
“How you feeling, baby?”
“It hurts. You’re too big.”
“Want me to stop?”
She shook her head, knowing she was physically capable and didn’t want to turn back now. The filthy fantasies had invaded her thoughts for weeks, so she didn’t want to quit. She was intrigued, and as she grew accustomed to the intrusion, tightening around him, Beth wanted more.
“The worst part is over. I’m looking at my dick inside your ass right now. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He brought both his hands to her hips now and pushed deeper and deeper until fully seated in her ass. She could feel his cock throbbing, so big and hard. His groans made her hotter.
“Fucking perfect, Beth. Such a good girl. This virgin ass is all mine.”
/> Within minutes, he began a slow thrust, careful not to hurt her. In and out, in and out. The pain was gone, and the pressure was morphing into something dirty and delicious.
She liked it. Craved it.
Her orgasm was building, ten times more powerful. She bunched up his shirt in her fists as he rammed her from behind. The pleasure was new and unique, more erotic than anything they’d shared. Coupled with being in the open air of his forge, she quickly lost control, her ass contracting around his erection.
“You’re so damn tight.” Forge groaned as he came inside her, hot jets of cum filling her ass. He kissed her bare back, his semi-flaccid cock slipping out.
He opened the small bag he’d brought with him and pulled out a moist washcloth. It was still warm as he soothed it over her ass and legs, cleaning her up.
“Not too bad was it?” he asked, kissing her shoulder.
She turned around and bit her lip to keep from smiling. “Not bad at all.”
****
The night was in full swing. Sparks from the bonfire danced up into the pitch-black sky. Music, laughter, and the occasional gunshot set the mood. An engine revved. A woman squealed. His club knew how to have a good time. They’d planned out this night, complete with enough food and booze to last them for days.
Forge sat on the periphery with Beth on his lap. “This was a good idea.”
“It’s the first day of forever,” she said, leaning closer to kiss him.
He took a deep breath, feeling relaxed and at peace. The night was warm with barely a breeze, but it was comfortable. Crickets droned behind them in the fields.
“I have something to tell you,” she whispered in his ear. “Something important.”
“Sure, baby. Tell me anything.”
Several shots fired in the distance, followed by screams. Not the good kind. He sat up straight, Beth slipping to her feet.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
He reached for the gun in his shoulder harness, pulling it free. “Stay here.”
More screams. It was so fucking dark, he couldn’t see anything beyond the few fires burning around the yard. A couple of his men ran toward him.
“Someone’s taking shots. Old Boy’s down,” said Redneck.
Dog was there, checking on him. He didn’t need a fucking babysitter. “Find them now. Bring whoever it is to me.”
The gates were closed. He had no clue how his rivals could have gotten in the club. They’d been extra cautious since Hound screwed him over. He’d made a promise to keep Beth safe.