Rough Road: A Bad Boy MC Romance by Maggie Carpenter – Extended Preview

Standing stock still as she watched him walk away, a thousand butterflies burst to life in Portia’s stomach, but finished with his dinner, Antony barked, demanding his treat. Flustered, she grabbed two rawhides from the pantry and handed them to each of the dogs.

Though the anticipation sent her heart racing, surrendering control calmed her, and she found it liberating. She was sure domination served the same purpose for Koda, but did he suffer similar excitement beforehand?

Even in their high school days, he had defined their roles, and in spite of her parents’ disapproval, she’d had a huge crush on the bad boy biker. The combination of his rugged good looks, sharp wit, and intense brown eyes had captivated her. And his name—Dakota King—could not have been more perfect.

As she moved through the house and climbed the stairs, a tantalizing shiver shuddered through her body. She expected him to be waiting with a towel around his waist and a blindfold in his hand, but entering her bedroom she was met by a surprise.

The comforter was off the bed lying on the floor, and with a single lamp burning on the side table next to him, he was sitting in a chair stroking his stiff member. He appeared to be deep in thought, but as she neared, he jerked his head up.

“Sir, may I take a quick shower?”

He didn’t answer, but beckoned her forward.

“I want you topless and sucking me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her pulse ticking up, she lifted her sweater over her head, unsnapped her bra, dropped it on the floor, and kneeled in front of him. As she lowered her mouth over his rigid shaft, he gathered up her hair and took control of her movements, roughly squeezing her breasts with his free hand. A muffled moan escaped her lips, and sinking into her submissive state, the worries in the outside world began to fade.

Portia knew how to please him. During their months together Koda had trained her, but his compulsion to take control prevented him from lying back and enjoying her warm, luscious mouth. Tightening his grip, he vigorously moved her head up and down, then held her still and slowly withdrew.

“The tip. Tongue the tip.”

As she wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft and followed his instruction, he finally surrendered to the tantalizing sensations, closing his eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. The tension was slowly leaving his body.

“Take your shower,” he muttered, lifting her head, “but make it quick.”

“Yes, Sir.”

But as she stood up and started to leave, his eyes fell on her round backside.

“Stop. Strip off here.”

Abruptly turning to face him, she kicked off her shoes, removed her socks, then unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs, but before she could slip off her panties, he rose quickly to his feet, yanked them down to her ankles and cupped her pussy.

“This is mine,” he growled. “Do you remember the rules? No touching for pleasure without permission. You’d better behave in that shower.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, dropping her head against his shoulder.

“You can go.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Idly stroking himself as he devoured the sight of her naked form hurrying away, he moved across to the bedside table to retrieve a condom. Ripping open the packet and sliding it over his swollen member, a frown crossed his brow. Though he’d never cheated on Portia, he’d never seen himself as a one-woman man, but he had no interest in being with anyone else.

“That’s it,” he muttered to himself. “We’ll both get tested and she’ll go on birth control. I’m done with these damn things.”

The decision felt right, and as he gathered up the scarves he’d taken from her closet, she appeared from the bathroom still toweling herself dry.

“Wait right there,” he ordered, striding briskly across the room.

She stopped and stared at him like a deer in headlights, the towel hanging from her fingers. Moving behind her, he secured one of the scarves around her eyes, then took the towel and sensuously wiped away the last of the dripping water.

“I’m taking you to the comforter,” he murmured, dropping his lips to nuzzle her neck. “You’ll lie on your back, bring your knees up to your sides, and hold your ankles. Clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly, leaning back against him, “but you’ve made me so weak, I’m not sure if my legs will carry me.”

“Such a naughty girl,” he grunted, touching between her legs. “Already so wet.”

“It’s you, Sir. You turn me on so much.”

Wordlessly moving his hand up to her breasts, he gently fondled each in turn, then sharply pinched her nipples.

“Ouch, ooh, Sir.”

“I know your knees are wobbly, but I’ve got you,” he muttered, supporting her around the waist and guiding her forward.

Reaching the thick, soft cover, he helped her lie down and settle into the position, then crouching beside her, he swiftly tied her wrists to her ankles.

“Helpless and at my mercy,” he crooned, lowering his head and tonguing her nipples. “Just as you should be.”

Tightly gripping her breasts and drawing them into his mouth, he sucked hungrily, eliciting a long, endless moan, then pulling back he fervently fondled the plump flesh, occasionally landing a hot slap and nipping the cherry tips.

Long minutes ticked by.

When he finally sat back, her chest was rising and falling with ragged breaths and her face was flushed.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“My pleasure, I assure you, but I haven’t finished.”

Kneeling between her spread legs, he pressed his fingers into her drenched velvet folds.

“You poor girl. You want my cock so badly,” he softly remarked, thrusting two fingers into her channel.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Not yet.”

Leaving his fingers buried, he stretched out on his stomach and touched his teasing tongue to her clit, twirled for a few seconds, then lapped ravenously until she begged for her orgasm.

“Fuck, no,” he retorted, darting up his head.

As she whimpered her disappointment, he counted to ten, then returned his mouth to her pussy, keeping her on the brink until she was bleating piteously.

“I think you’re ready,” he declared, straightening up and untying the scarves. “Roll over and get on your hands and knees.”

Though almost delirious with need, Portia managed to follow his instruction, but as she settled on all fours she could vaguely hear him move across the room. She knew what was coming, but when he returned and the dollop of lube fell against her rosebud she still gasped.

“Your ass? Who does it belong to?” he demanded, landing several hard slaps then roughly squeezing her cheeks.

“You, Sir.”

“All of it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His finger pushed into her dark hole.

She instinctively clenched, then forced herself to relax.

“That’s better. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Rub your clit as I enter you, but remember, you’re not to come until I say.”

“I won’t, Sir.”

She wouldn’t dare.

She had once, just to see what would happen.

He’d spanked her—hard—then using a vibrator he had held her at the edge of her climax for what had seemed like hours.

His rock-hard member demanded entry. Taking a long, deep breath, she arched her back and offered herself up. Clutching her flesh, he slowly impaled her, then partially withdrawing he parted her cheeks, letting them close, and separating them again, continuing the pattern until he was fully engulfed.

She’d been rubbing her clit, sinking into his intoxicating possession, and as he stroked, every thrust offered its unique ecstasy. The intense sensations took hold, and fervently massaging her clit, she felt her orgasm began to build.

“Sir…?”

Receiving no response, she dropped her hand away.

He increased the force and pace of his thrusts.

Her climax drew closer.

“Sir…?”

Grasping her hips, his fingers dug into her skin.

“Sir, please, Sir, I’m almost there…”

He slowed his pace.

Her thighs tightened.

“Sir, please…?”

If she climaxed, Koda wouldn’t be able to stop his explosion. Ignoring her desperate requests and hoping she could hold on just a little longer, he paused, and leaned forward to fondle her luscious mounds.

“Deep breaths, princess,” he whispered in her ear. “Deep breaths.”

“Sir… I… c-can’t… it’s…?”

Her body had taken over, and she couldn’t walk it back from the edge.

“It’s all right. You can—”

But her first spasm had already seized her, and as she let out a shriek, he was hurtled into his release. Abruptly riding her with strong, quick strokes, deep groans rose up from the depths of his being.

As she squirmed below him and cried out her ecstasy, the powerful convulsions continued to jerk through his loins until the last wave abated, leaving him breathless and his heart pounding against his chest. Carefully pulling out, he staggered into the bathroom.

Disposing of the condom and washing up, he returned to find her lying on the bed, though the comforter was still on the floor. Stretching out next to her, she snuggled against him, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.