The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 1 (MC Chronicles #1) (27 page)

I swallow the emotional lump in my throat, breathing
in deep and exhaling out the burning pain that is vibrating all the way to my
toes.

Rocking his hips in a gentle rhythm, my body loosens
to his touch.

“That’s it, open those pretty eyes,” he huskily
coaxes, and I obey. Clutching one hand to the top of the headboard, as the
other reaches out the caress the side of my breast, eyes on mine. “Feel me,
baby.”

Without warning, Big’s hand roughly palms my entire
breast, as he slides his cock from my hole, leaving just the tip inside.

“You ready?” he carefully asks.

“Yes,” I whisper, holding his gaze.

Big devilishly grins just as he thrusts angrily into
my pussy. I cry out, eyes widening with the sudden onslaught, but I am silenced
when Big’s mouth claims mine in a rough demanding kiss. Jutting his tongue into
my mouth, he assaults my pussy at the same devastating rhythm as his tongue
tangles with mine. I dig my heels into Big’s firm ass, propelling him brutishly
into my wanton core, melding us together as one. My hands and forearms cling to
his neck and shoulders, holding tight. My nails bite into his flesh with each
powerful thrust that collides erotically with my cervix.

“Ah,” I moan into our heated kiss.

Big hungrily swipes his tongue with mine, sucking it into
his mouth as he expels a demented growl. The slaps of his balls striking my ass
in succession ricochets off the walls, as he ruthlessly pounds my pussy into
submission.

I can’t catch my breath. Another thrust, mangled with
our kiss, my body buzzes. I feel his cock inside me everywhere. His hot body
atop mine sparks my skin to life. My nipples ache with abandon as they rub his
sweat slickened chest. Big’s lips own mine; harshly he nibbles on my bottom
lip, growling each time his cock delivers a blow to my body that I see stars,
and whimper into his mouth with passion only he can provide. Sliding his cock
from my pussy, he inhales deeply before he bucks back in. Over and over he
feeds my body, my soul, and my mind with the purest pleasure ever known. I am
drawn into the dark side of sinful ecstasy. My pussy pulses around his thick rod.
Kicking my heel into his ass, I sway my hips upward, and his cock jabs into my
sweet spot.

“Come,” he growls into my mouth, licking my bottom
lip. I taste the metallic tang of blood, but I don’t care.

“Come.” He hammers back into me, fucking me so
perfectly I quake, and then it happens. My body locks up, my nipples harden to
beautiful pain.

“That’s it, baby,” Big whispers hotly into mouth, and
I am lost. My climax explodes, ensnaring me in a majestic otherworldly plain of
erotic perfection.

“Arg!!!” I wail, my pussy clenching as hard as a vice
around Big’s silk covered steel. Stars burst with colors dancing in my sight.
My body quivers, uncontrollably, as I furiously come, holding my strangled
breath, and Big keeps on fucking my slick pussy.

“That’s it.” Big sucks onto my neck, sinking his teeth
into my highly sensitive flesh.

“Arg!” I cry out again, another crescendo of divine
heaven sweeping through my body, exploding in blissful ecstasy.

Big laves his tongue along my neck, stilling his
throbbing cock in my spastic core. He lifts off my chest with a dirty,
all-knowing grin, single dimple charming as ever.

“Fuck.” He huffs for breath. “I knew you came hot when
I ate that pussy, but shit, Sugar Tits.” He chews his bottom lip, his eyes
drifting over my quivering, sated body.

“Time for my kind of fucking.” He winks, sliding his
cock from my pussy, and I groan from its loss. With a sense of sweetness and
love, Big helps me sit up. My shoulders ache something fierce from being fucked
against a headboard, but I revel in the discomfort. It was worth it. I smile at
the thought.

Pulling me to my knees, Big turns me around so my
breasts are flat against the cool wall, the headboard pressed into my stomach.

“This is going to hurt,”

Before I get a chance to ask what, Big slams his cock
into my pussy from behind.

“Oh dear God,” I screech in fullness and little pain.

His hands seize my breasts, his fingers latching
themselves onto my hardened nubs. Twisting them in his deft fingers, I wail a
pleasure cry, arching my back into his pecks, my head resting back into his shoulder.

“That’s it, your body responds so well, baby,” Big
sensually mutters to the shell of my ear. Releasing one breast he slides one
hand downward, over my stomach to my mound, where he feeds a single finger
between my lips to my swollen clit. In tiny circles, he draws her from her damp
shell, and he flicks her. I jolt, a moan.

“That’s it,” he utters, nibbling on my earlobe.
“You’ve got to come again, soon.” He thrusts forcefully into me from me behind,
and I expel a trembling moan as my reply.

“That’s right, I’m going to come. Your pussy’s too
tight, and I can’t last much longer.”

Those honest words coming from his mouth sends a
shiver of delight through me. With his precise finger tugging at my nipple, his
other tantalizing my clit, and his cock pounding my pussy like the skilled sex
machine he is, I close my eyes and experience the best sex of my entire existence.

The heat of his damp chest tangles my back as he
expertly holds me to him. “Fuck, baby, I can’t… Fuck,” he breathlessly grunts.
“You gotta come.” Big sounds desperate, pained even.

I help him by grabbing my other nipple, and rolling it
through my fingers. It shoots a current of white-hot bliss straight to my core.
With my other hand, I reach around to grab a hardy palm full of the sexiest ass
ever created.

“Fuck, not the…fuck...” Big moans as his body stills
completely, turning to hardened steel. With a quick, singular jerk, his cock
bottoms out in my pussy as a ferocious growl roars, and Big sinks his teeth
savagely into the crook of my neck. Hot, creamy wetness floods my pussy, pulse
after pulse. I feel his cock twitch with each raging release of his seed into
my eager core. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before, only to be defined as
transcendent. A feeling marveling all others.

Nearly a minute passes, and all I can hear is Big’s
heavy breaths bathing my neck. He hasn’t moved a single muscle, and I am still
buzzing with unleashed desire. I need to come again. My pussy aches with
malevolent with greed.

“Big,” I whisper, breaking the silence.

His body jolts out of whatever delirium he was cast
into and he shakes his head, as if to clear it and gasps.

“Fuck, babe.” Big’s nose nuzzles my cheek. “That’s
going to bruise.” He sounds apologetic. I know he’s speaking about my neck. It
burns where his teeth cast into my soft flesh. I am sure it will be one helluva
ugly bruise, but worth every bit of the pain and pleasure it evoked.

I shrug off his unnecessary apology, but he kisses my
damaged neck and releases me, dropping to the bed with a glorious sated sigh. I
follow suit and drop down next to him, our arms brushing one another’s.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters after a minute, swiping the
sweat from his brow. His breathing returning to some semblance of normal, along
with mine.

“For what?”

“Not getting you off again. I tried holding out, but I
was like a fuckin’ teen. I couldn’t stop from nuttin’ in that pussy. So let me
help ya out.” Big rolls onto his side and goes straight to the goods. Two
fingers glide effortlessly into my cum-soaked hole.

“Damn, Sugar Tits, my come bein’ in there is hot as
hell.”

“Well… You’re hot as hell.” I flash him a smirk and
naughty wink, and he actually blushes with a shy grin. It’s the sexiest thing
I’ve ever seen. I know it’s not fair that I lead him on with my words. But I’m
not really, I’m only being honest. The truth of the matter is, Big
is
hot as hell.

Lazily, Big fingers my thoroughly fucked pussy and
leans in to take one of my pert nipples into his mouth, sucking on it with
strong pulls. Shit, this man is talented!

I lose myself once more, relishing his touch. And
slowly, tortuously, he brings me to three toe-curling climaxes, using his own come
to lure me off the cliff into bliss-filled satiation. Finally, I am spent,
utterly exhausted, and so is he. Big quickly kisses my cheek and heads to the
bathroom. A few minutes later, he returns, and we don’t speak as he curls into
me, spooning my backside for us to drift in dream together. Or so he thinks.

I have been lying here in Big’s bed, pretending to be
asleep for hours. It’s been a little over what I would guess is an hour since
he’s stopped caressing my side, and his heavy night breathing has set in. As
much as I hate to do this, I have to go. I can’t lay here a moment longer in
the arms of one of the most amazing men I’ve ever encountered. I knew this
moment was going to come. And I know my only choice is to leave or be faced
with the constant bombardment of becoming his old lady, and the ridicule from
the brothers, whores, and old ladies for not falling in line. I am me. I can’t
change that. No matter how deep I’ve realized my feelings are for him. This is
in the best interest of everyone, and most of all, for the club. They need
their president at his best and that will never happen if I stick around,
creating more drama, and discord amongst the brotherhood.

Scooting down the bed, I carefully climb off and pad
my way to the door to gather up my clothes. I know I’ll need more than this
when I leave, and I know we are on lockdown. But I don’t care. It’s now or
never.

Slipping on my bottoms, my top, and boots, I quietly
unlock the bedroom door and offer myself one more sidelong glance at the best
lover I’ve ever had. I’m going to miss you, Big.

A knot forms in my throat, and my heart hurts as I
drink him in. He’s lying flat on his back, chest rising and falling in even
breaths. His hair splayed in an adorable mess atop the pillow. It’s been days
since he’s last shaven, the coarse stubble lines his strong jaw. That very same
stubble erotically scraped every inch of my back tonight. My achy pussy quivers
at the thought.

Steeling my rising emotions, I take in a deep
luxuriating breath. Becoming an emotional wreck over this is not an option. I
can do this. I will do this.

Exhaling, I turn away from my heart's desire and tug
open the door just enough that I can slip out without allowing the industrial
lights in the hall to spill into the room and awaken Big. Helping it close, I
wait for the click and then I shuffle my way down the short wall to Big’s
office. It’s unlocked, so I see myself inside and flip on the light. It’s late
and with the food poisoning floating around I’m certain the party has
diminished for the night, leaving me the best chance to escape without
discovery. First things first, I need a ride.

Sitting down at Big’s desk, I call the local cab
company who agrees to meet me up the road in ten minutes. Opening up and
fishing through Big’s office drawers like a nosy teenager, I find a copy of my
apartment key in an envelope labeled
Bink’s
apartment
. Clever. Alongside it, rests a small stack of cash, which
should cover the little bit I am leaving behind at Big’s house, along with my
cell phone. I’m going to need the money to at least pay for my ride back to my
apartment.

Walking over to Big’s office door, I shut down the
light and exit, leaving behind all the memories that I’ve experienced in that
room alone. Five minutes later, I’ve escaped out of the back door, inched
around the side of the clubhouse and made it to the front gate. Using my key
code to open the metal doorway that is along the side. It lets me out without a
hitch.

This is way easier than I thought.

With my PJ’s, shirt, and boots on, I stroll down the
side of the deserted country road in the middle of the night. The gravel
crunches under my feet with each step. Owls hoot and crickets chirp, in the
forest that encases both sides of this road for miles. About half a mile up, I
see the headlights and the sign on the hood of the local cab company. I wave
him forward, as his lights shine brightly in my direction, casting a shadow
behind me as I walk. The driver takes the hint without delay and pulls up to
meet me.

“You Eva?” the man asks, rolling down his passenger
side window.

“Any other girls going to be calling you this early in
the mornin’? From this road?” I tease, offering him a charming smile and wink,
before I hop in.

“No, guess not,” the man says as I climb into the back
seat and rattle off my address.

Ten minutes later, we are pulling into my apartments,
and I hand the driver a twenty, telling him to wait for me as I hop out and
head straight into my apartment. It feels like ages since I’ve been here.
Unlocking the front door, as a strange sense of finality claims me and in a way
calms my frazzled nerves. Leaving feels good. A new life, a new start, and some
distance from Big. I can still keep in touch with my daddy and brothers, even
my Sacred Sisters. I’m not cutting them out completely. I’m merely choosing a
different path that I get to decide for myself. One that I am strangely looking
forward to. Even though I am going to fiercely miss everyone here. Gunz, Big,
and my Scared Sisters most of all. The saddest thing of it all is that I’m not
even afraid to move or leave this life behind. I’m more afraid of my life if I
do stay and what will become of it. I don’t want to find out.