Excerpt from Begging For It: Taken By The Motorcycle Gang:
“What the FUCK, lady…are you crazy or something?” yelled one burly biker, his cheeks reddening in anger. Everyone echoed his exclamation with added words like “Stupid fucking bitch!” and “Are you blind? Can’t you drive?”
Dutch was taken aback and was remained painfully silent until he could not hold it any longer. He reached out and roughly grabbed Cass by the upper arm and dragged her inside. She squealed out as he yanked her through the kitchen and into the club room where everyone was now totally aware of what had transpired outside.
“Cass,” he growled. This is not a great way to start a business relationship. You better hope that you’ve got some damned good insurance to cover this.”
The room seemed to swim before her eyes, and she felt the blood drain from her face. She could barely afford her rent let alone any decent coverage, plus student loans. “I, I—I don’t have any. I can’t afford it! Dutch, I am so sorry.!”
“So am I, Cass,” sneered Dutch. What about Nico. He have cash or insurance for delivery drivers?” She shook her head. They were a family run business and had no need for the added expense either. “Well then, we do have a serious problem here indeed.”, Dutch continued as the biker’s tempers began to flare all around her.
He took a look at her and ran a hand along the trembling outline of her jawbone before half-playfully slapping her across the cheek. It took her by surprise, but it wasn’t that hard. She didn’t know how to respond so he slapped her again, harder. Still, she was mute. All she could do was stare at him, astounded. That was all the permission he needed as he bridged the gap even closer and rubbed his erect attention against her inner thigh. She felt it even through her jeans and along the edge of one chap seam.
“Cash, or ass?” he seethed through clenched teeth into her ear.
She reached down to feel the fullness of him and answered “Ass.”, she closed her eyes, squeezed harder and sighed to him “ass!”
He nodded, pushed her to the pool table and swept it clean with a swipe of his forearm before shoving her onto her back. The riders sensed what was going to go down and began to whoop and holler, edging Dutch on while they gathered and jostled their way around the table for good view. Holding her wrists tightly in one hand he unbuckled her chaps with the other and tossed them aside, lifted the tank top over her head and used it to tie her hands together.
The men now raised their voices even louder as her jeans followed and stayed crumpled at her ankles. Dutch bit into her nipples, one at a time while his knuckles pinched them up tight against his teeth, he suckled her greedily and he unzipped, yanked out his overly engorged veiny cock and speared her right up her tight wet hole, skewering her with his length. She cried out in ecstasy and needed no time at all to work her muscles to squeeze his cock while they fucked wildly in front of a more than appreciative audience who were now riled up as some were rubbing their own dicks alongside the Top Dog.
Dutch grunted out his paces now, and true to the jutting curve she felt inside, by the time his carnal throating rapidly increased to a solid howl, she was ready for him. He didn’t disappoint as he shot wad after wad of cum way up inside her equally drenched cunt. Stepping free, he backed out, wiped a hand across his mouth and made way for another to ram her full of his own prick. She felt threads of jizz spray all around her as the bikers jerked and rapid fired off into her hair, across her face and lips, smearing it all around in a pack mentality of raw hardcore sex.
