Free Hung (Selected Sinners MC #4) by Scott Hildreth

inside me...
    But I had to know.
    “Does it, uhhm...” my voice was dry and nervous, “...get bigger?”
    “Afraid so. If you want to bail out, now'd be the time,” he began.
    My eyes still fixed on his lower region, I shook my head. I didn't want to bail out, I wanted to get started.
    My brother rode bulls professionally when we were younger, and I'd been to a few rodeos in my day. I had no earthly idea why I did it, but as I attempted to shift my eyes from his now rigid cock, my right hand slowly raised into the air. In hindsight, it was probably some subconscious connection between the signal to release the bull from the chute and my willingness to at least attempt to ride his stiff dick.
    Cock.
    Correction. His stiff cock.
    “You got a question?” he asked as his eyes followed the path of my slowly rising hand.
    “Nope,” I shrugged as I slowly lowered my hand, “I'm ready to ride.”

 
     
     
     
    KAT
    Every girl in college wants a boyfriend with a big dick – well, at least the girls I talk to. No one really says they can’t wait to see if so-and-so has a tiny penis. They all look at guys and say things like I bet he has a big dick, look at how he walks . I never really considered that a man might exist who had too much dick – until now.
    I exhaled onto the countertop as his cock slowly penetrated me. It didn’t feel like I was being torn to shreds, but it damned sure felt different than Kyle’s dick. I closed my eyes and took a short choppy breath as I bit my lower lip, hoping in time it would become a little less painful.
    “Just go…”
    “…slow,” I sighed.
    “I won’t hurt ya if that’s what you’re worried about, but listen up,” he said as he leaned forward, pressing his massive chest onto my back.
    His beard pressed lightly against my cheek. I felt his breath against my jaw as he continued to slowly push further and further into me. The feeling was an extremely strange sensual pain unlike anything I had ever experienced. As his warm breath encompassed my ear goosebumps rose along my arm. I tilted my head to the side as my entire right side began to tingle.
    “I’m in charge. Me . You’re getting’ fucked and I’m doin’ the fuckin’. You need to understand that. We clear?” he breathed into my ear.
    “Jesus…yes, I understand,” I murmured.
    “Good, and don’t forget it,” he breathed against my neck.
    “Won’t. I won’t,” I sighed.
    Slowly, carefully, cautiously, almost magically, he withdrew his cock from inside of me. As I opened my eyes and exhaled, I felt it slowly begin to fill me again. As I bit my lip and prepared for the pain, he pulled back. A few slow short strokes later, I relaxed, exhaling heavily onto the countertop. Although I hadn’t realized I was tense, the almost immediate relaxation of my muscles made clear my degree of apprehension regarding his huge cock. The process continued with short slow strokes for a few minutes, and the pain was entirely gone.
    Being bent over the kitchen island with a big tattooed burly biker fucking me from behind on the night I met him sounded wild and crazy, but it wasn’t so bad. The kindness of his sexual approach was a nice change from what I was used to, and definitely not what I had expected.
    Maybe bad boys aren’t so bad after all.
    “Lift your left leg up a little,” he said as I felt his hand against my right inner thigh.
    Half hypnotized by his slow strokes and the feeling of his fat cock inside of me, I opened my eyes and gazed blankly into the kitchen.
    “Huh?”
    He leaned forward and pressed his beard heavily against my neck.
    “Don’t make me keep repeating myself, Kat. Lift up your fuckin’ leg,” he growled against my ear.
    Not knowing what he meant, but afraid of pissing him off, I lifted my leg slightly. As I did, his hand grasped my lower calf and raised my leg a few feet from the floor.
    “Kick it up on the countertop,” he said flatly as he continued to slowly fill me with his