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

throbbing shaft.
    “Whaaa?” I muttered, feeling totally lost at what he wanted me to do.
    He gripped my head in his massive hand and turned it to the side, pressing his face against my cheek as he did so. The roughness was a little more of what I was used to with Kyle, and definitely a turn on. Now with his mouth totally enveloping my right ear, he growled into my ear.
    “You never been bent over the kitchen counter before?” he breathed.
    His warm breath against my ear caused me to moan in anticipation, “Uhhm. No.”
    “Well, I’ll make sure you don’t forget this anytime soon,” he growled as his hand slid down to my ankle.
    “Throw your leg up on the counter,” he demanded.
    Without question, I raised my right leg and kicked my foot onto the countertop. As I resituated my left foot, and shuffled a little further away from the island, I bent my leg and pressed my knee onto the cool surface of the counter. Gripping the edge of the granite in my hands tightly with my chest slightly raised from the counter, I wondered what was next.
    Not near as slowly, but in a very predictable manner, he began to fuck me. As I inhaled a deep breath and widened my eyes, I decided the niceties had been cast aside.
    “You like that big cock?” he asked as he pressed his chest against my back.
    “Uh huh?” I grunted in return.
    “You got a nice little pussy,” he growled, “I’m going to stretch it out and make that little fucker mine.”
    Oh god.
    “God damned right. My little pussy,” he moaned as he released my hip and slapped my ass lightly.
    Oh hell yes.
    “I’m going to ruin you. You know that, right?” he asked as he began to increase his pace and force.
    “Uh huh?” I grunted, knowing full well I wasn’t far from being ruined already.
    “Sexy little bitch,” he said as he slapped my ass a little harder.
    “Oh hell yes,” I moaned.
    “You like that?” he asked as he slapped my ass again, much harder than before.
    I coughed a breath as my eyes widened from the slap, “Yes,” I shouted.
    “Tell me what you want, you little bitch,” he said as he forced his cock deep inside of me and held it on place.
    “Slap my ass,” I bellowed.
    With each forceful stroke of his cock his hand came down against my ass in the same spot. After about six strokes and an equal amount of slaps, my right butt cheek was on fire and my pussy was beginning to tingle from the inside out. As I felt his hand against my ankle, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the orgasm which began to rush through me.
    His hand lifted my ankle from the counter, and began stretching my leg high into the air.
    No, no, don’t move me, I was getting ready to…
    With my ankle gripped tightly in his right hand, he held my leg almost straight in the air. Now fucking me at an odd angle, and fucking me deeper than before, the tip of his cock pounded into and past my g-spot with each stroke. An entirely new feeling, and a very satisfying on indeed, I bit my lower lip and let him continue to do what he seemed to be extremely good at.
    Fucking me.
    “You know what I call this?” he asked.
    Afraid to break my sexual concentration, I shook my head, but didn’t respond.
    “The windmill,” he chuckled.
    “Hits that magic spot each time, huh?” he asked.
    “Uh huh,” I moaned.
    “You get ten more strokes, little girl. You better get your business done by the tenth. Ready?” he bellowed.
    What? Ten? Why?
    He pulled his hips rearward until the tip of his cock was resting against my outer pussy lips.
    “One,” he said as he slammed his cock into me.
    My g-spot tingled all the way up my spine. I hadn’t even realized he pulled out until his voice echoed into the room.
    “Two,” he shouted as he thrust himself deep inside of me.
    Oh god.
    “Three,” I heard him shout.
    My entire body began to tingle and my mind went strangely blank for some time. With my ears ringing and my head tingling, it was as if I had been transported into some other