Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) by Candace Blevins Read Free Book Online Page B

my elbows and considered her situation. Her family are all wolves because her father had bitten her mother after Britches was born. She’d expected to be one until she didn’t change when puberty hit. A few days ago I wouldn’t have considered the question when asked in the middle of a blowjob, but I asked her, “Why me? I’m not the only bitten wolf in the MC.”
    “You’re the strongest bitten wolf I know.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Nineteen.”
    Britches had been hanging around the clubhouse about six months, and a few weeks ago we’d declared her one of ours. She has to do whatever a fully patched member asks her, but she has a permanent invitation into the front of the clubhouse, can be alone downstairs long enough to leave a brother’s room and make her way to the front, and we’ll protect her should someone threaten her and we know about it. We aren’t obligated to bite her, but she’s one of ours and I owed her an answer.
    “My life just went crazy. If I bite you and it works, I’m responsible for you until you gain control, and if you can’t control your wolf then I’m responsible for killing you. I have too much on my plate right now to even consider adding to it. If you haven’t found someone else to do it in six months, ask me again. No promises I will, but you can ask.”
    She opened her mouth to say something else, and this time I reached for her head and yanked her back down. She got the message and went back to my blowjob.
    I let her work me over for nearly twenty minutes this time, and she didn’t try to rush it. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be getting me off — the goal was to pleasure me, and she certainly did.
    Wolves don’t like being on their backs very often, and when I’d had all the pleasure I could stand, I ordered her to her hands and knees as I stood beside the bed. I made short work of lubing her ass and my cock, and soon I was sliding into her warm, tight ass.
    Vasectomies won’t work for werewolves — we’d heal right up on our next change . There are stories of men who’ve tried to have the plumbing cut with silver so it won’t heal back, but apparently it only works some of the time, and when it works the men sometimes can no longer get an erection. So, a vasectomy isn’t an option.
    Until I found stronger condoms or figured out a way to only fuck women on birth control, I didn’t intend to fuck any more cunts.
    Her ass loosened up within my first twenty thrusts, and I let my cock grow wider and wider as I pounded. She yelped and squealed almost constantly, and when I was as wide as I wanted to go without losing too much length, I went skinny and ultra-long with no warning. It took her ass a good minute to close down around my now thin cock, and I held her hips as she tried to claw forward to escape the length fucking deep into her colon. When I’m this thin, I’m over a foot long — I usually make the bitches give themselves an enema before I do this, but I was far inside of her with no obstructions and it felt incredible .
    When she finally stopped trying to escape, I let my cock go wide and short again, thickening in spurts so I caught her off guard and could hear more of her delicious yelps. I breathed in her scent — a combination of pleasure, pain, and anticipation — and I kept pumping. Her yelps grew more intense and her scent changed, which made me realize there was a lot of friction, so I added lube.
    She reached for her clit and I didn’t say anything. If she could get off she was welcome to it, but I wasn’t going to stop just because she was finished. I’d told her this when I’d fucked her before, though, so I didn’t bother repeating myself.
    As it turned out, she managed to get herself off several times, and I loved the way her ass muscles milked my cock on her more intense orgasms.
    I went back and forth from narrow to so-wide-she-was-begging-for-relief for over an hour before I finally came deep in her ass, and I rolled to the