My face is even with hers now and I smile down at her. “Just wait until I’m inside your sensitive pussy.”
Her cheeks redden as her hands move to my chest. She carefully rubs her fingers on my nipples, and I let go of hers. I reach up and pull on the bar in both of mine, causing my dick to jerk. She feels it and searches my eyes.
“Pull them, sweetheart.”
She’s gentle when she pulls them, but it still causes my dick to jump again. She bites her bottom lip and I bend down sucking it out from her teeth. I bite on it this time and she lets out a sigh of pleasure. I let go and her brown eyes are intense with want. She wants to feel my piercing inside her.
I grab the condom, getting up on my knees. I rip it open and hand it to her. “Put it on me,” I insist.
Her hand is shaking as she takes it from me, but she manages to get it out of the wrapper. She peeks up at me and I grab my dick, holding it for her. I watch as she carefully rolls it over my cock and fuck it feels so good having her hands on me. Once it’s fully on, I flip her over, pulling at her waist to have her get on her hands and knees.
My dick is teasing at her entrance as one hand rubs her ass and the other grabs her hair pulling it to make her look back at me. “I don’t do gentle, Ivy.”
She lips her lips and nods. “Okay.”
I nod as I slap her ass, pushing a bit harder at her entrance. “You are fucking beautiful, Ivy. I imagined your ass pressed against me a hundred times, but I never envisioned you to be this perfect. I took one orgasm from you; I need to take more.”
She pushes her ass against me, and I grin. I pull her hair harder as I slam my cock into her.
“Fuck,” she yells.
I still for a minute, letting her get used to my cock inside her. “Open your eyes,” I demand. She obeys and I slightly circle my hips, staring at her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
I nod and slowly start to pump in and out of her. She’s so fucking tight, I want to make sure I don’t hurt her. As much as I want to slam into her over and over while her body jerks forward with the force, I can’t. Not until I feel her relax.
My dick slides in and out as she moans so loudly it echoes around us. “You feel my piercing don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Oh God, yes,” she cries out.
I watch as I push my cock into her tight pussy and as I pull it out almost all the way, just to push it back in. Her moans are getting longer, she’s fisting the blanket, and she’s biting that fucking lip. I’m barely fucking her and she’s going to come. I’ve never been with anyone who would get an orgasm from the extremely slow, steady pace I’m moving. It’s fucking great for her, but I need a hell of a lot more. I’ll admit, it’s a powerful feeling though.
I reach my hand between her legs and rub her clit, causing her to scream. “Fuck, Ivy, I’ve hardly touched you and you’re gonna come. It’s hot I have that control over you,” I breathe out.
She doesn’t say anything and as impossible as I thought it would be, her pussy squeezes me tighter. I rub her clit faster as I pump agonizingly slow into her. She tries to drop her head, but I pull her hair harder to keep it up. I need to watch her.
“Oh Kace,” she yells, shaking from the intense orgasm ripping through her. Her mouth is slightly open, eyes closed, and a light sheen of sweat covering her body. I can’t hold back any longer and I know damn well she’s relaxed now.
I grab her round ass with both of my hands. I dig my fingers into her soft skin so hard that I am sure I will leave her bruised. I thrust my hips, slamming into her hard and deep. She lets out a cry of pleasure that only spurs me on. I stop thinking of hurting her and I unleash the desire and need I’ve been pushing down for months.
Her ass is pressed against me as I fuck her, jolting her body with the force. I allow her head to drop down because my hands are full of her ass and I’m not letting go. I watch her clawing at the mattress as she screams my name. “Fuck, Ivy, you feel so good wrapped around me. Your wet pussy is so tight I can feel everything so much more,” I groan out.
“Oh God,” she moans.
I pull out of her, grab her hips, and flip her onto her back. Her chest is raising and falling rapidly as she peeks up at me from under her long lashes. My eyes trail down her body and I reach out grabbing her perfect tits, pinching her rigid nipples. I slowly drag them down her body and grab onto her thighs, lifting her off the bed. I try to toss them over my shoulders while I stay on my knees, but she’s so damn short I need to bend slightly so she’s not fucking vertical. “Look at me,” I demand in a whisper. “I want to see your face when I slam my hard cock into you and my piercing hits you exactly where you need it.”
She swallows, biting that lip, searching my eyes. I nearly bend her in half as I lean forward and suck her lip into my mouth. I bite down on it and she moans. I pull back slightly, and my eyes bounce between hers. They are full of heat and want.
“Stop biting that fucking lip,” I growl and slam into her.
“Fuck,” she yells, reaching up and holding onto my forearms.
I can’t stop. My body is burning with the need to watch her come undone again. I grab onto her sides and use the resistance to fuck her how I need. I can’t pull my eyes away from her. She’s unbelievably sexy beneath me.
She begins to claw at my arms and I’m slowly coming undone. “Play with my nipple rings, sweetheart,” I groan. The shyness from before is gone and she reaches up, pulling on them both. I drop my head back, overcome by the feeling. “Fuck.”
Her body is jolting with the force that I’m fucking her. I slam into her as hard and deep as I can over and over. She drags her nails down my chest, hard and it fucking does me in.
“Christ, you have no idea what your touch is doing to me.” I can’t continue talking as her cunt tightens on me. My fingers dig deeper into her sides as I bring her to me as I continue to pound into her.
“Kace,” she moans.
“You’re gonna come aren’t you, sweetheart? Tell me. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels having my cock fill you,” I force out.
She pulls on my nipple piercing again and her brown eyes are searching mine. “Fuck,” she shouts when my piercing hits her in the right spot.
“Say it,” I order.
“Oh God, yes I’m gonna come. I’ve never been with someone who made me feel like this,” she breathes out.
She bites her lip, pulling on my piercings, but never pulls her eyes away from mine. I can’t hold back much longer and as if her body realizes that she screams my name as her third orgasm finds her.
“Fuck yes,” I shout as I keep fucking her. Her legs are tightening on my neck as she rides out her orgasm and I stop fighting it. I moan as my orgasm tears me in half. It’s fucking endless and my body shakes with the force of it.
I pull out of her and let her legs slide down my body. She can hardly keep her eyes open and I grin. I climb off the bed and toss the extremely wet condom into the trash. Normally, I would get dressed and walk out, but my body is giving in to the euphoric state and alcohol, so I climb back onto the bed. I pull the covers over us and I kiss her slender shoulder.
“Worth the fucking wait, sweetheart,” I whisper.
She smiles with her eyes closed. “Best sex of my life. A sweet goodbye.”
Chapter 1
Kace
“Finn, grab us a couple more beers,” I yell.
“So, what’s going on with you and Brittany?” Zane asks, lifting an eyebrow.
I laugh, playing with my lip ring. “Sex brother, just sex.”
He slaps my shoulder and grins. “It must be some great sex.”
“You see how she moves on stage. Use your imagination,” I say, grinning.
“Fuck you. I tried hooking up with her months ago and she told me she doesn’t fuck club members,” Alex says.
We all laugh as Finn brings the beers over. He grabs his and sits down. “Alex what the fuck are you complaining about? Didn’t you
just come out of the back from banging someone?”
“Oh, Finn fucking thinks he can just run his mouth now,” Alex says, taking a long sip of his beer.
Everyone is laughing and I lean back in my chair. It’s been about two months since Zane and Harper got married. Everything around here has been quiet, which is much needed after all the shit that went down with Kingsley. It won’t last, I know that, but the temporary peace is something I’m taking advantage of. I finally have the time to fix up my old man’s Harley, we’re able to party like we used to at Souls and Souls Two, and I’ve been fucking. Definitely nothing to complain about and Brittany is a great distraction. She’s down for just fucking, no feelings, no commitment, no expectations. It’s exactly what I want.
“Harper wants everyone over for a BBQ after we get back from New York,” Zane says, picking the label of his beer.
“When are you guys leaving?” I ask.
“Tomorrow night we are flying out. It’ll be our last trip. Her grandparents' house sold, so we just need to finish cleaning it out. We’ll be back in a few days,” he says, looking around. “You guys hear that Brooks has been seeing Maren Faraway?”
“Isn’t she friends with Nora and your mom?” Riley asks.
“Yeah, she’s Nora’s cousin. She’s good for him,” Z says.
We all lost Gloria, but Zane struggles with it the most. She was his fucking aunt and the shit she put us all through is unforgivable. Brooks deserves to find some happiness after all that fucking shit.
“You invite her to the BBQ?” Porter asks.
Zane nods and we all smile.
“Hey, lets get around the table,” Enzo says, walking over to us.
We all get up and follow him in. Once we are all sitting, Brooks looks around. Shit.
“I’m just gonna say what I’ve been hearing. With the Vegas Kings crumbling and that territory up for grabs, I’ve been hearing shit that the Raging Devils are moving in,” Brooks says, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“Fuck,” I say, running my hand through my hair.
“More fucking drugs,” Riley says, shaking his head.
Enzo nods his head, running his hand through his beard. “Looks like it might go that way. We need to keep our eyes open. We can’t let them get the upper hand. That shit will never happen again, and we all know how fucking violent they are. They make the Vegas Kings looks like a fucking preschool group.”
The Raging Devils are as dirty as they come. The violence, drugs, and mayhem that surrounds them is well known. We ran them off once, they aren’t going to go as easy this time. I knew the peace wasn’t going to last long, but this is some fucked up shit to land in our neighborhood, if it’s true.
“We can’t let them in this neighborhood,” Zane says, scrubbing his face.
He’s worried about Harper; I can see the tension coming back.
“We won’t,” I say, pulling a joint out of my cigarette pack.
“Fuck no we won’t, but for now it’s just rumors. Let’s stay smart and keep ahead of this shit. Anyone sees anything, let us know,” Brooks says, leaning back in his chair. He turns his attention to Porter. “Porter, how’d we do this month?”
Porter shakes his head smiling. “We are making a fucking killing at Souls Two. Harper really did us good with that one. Between Souls and Souls Two, we have tripled what we made last month.”
Holy fuck. I look at Zane as he smiles with pride. Opening Souls Two was brilliant and letting Harper run it was the best idea Zane’s had. I grab my money and smile. Damn, I’m gonna celebrate tonight.
“Alright, I have shit to go do. Remember to keep your eyes open and don’t let your guard down. Let’s hope it’s just fucking rumors,” Brooks says, standing up.
We all follow, and I grab Zane’s arm when we walk out. “I saw your face. This has nothing to do with you or Harper. Don’t even go there, Z. You lived through your hell; this is just regular club bullshit.”
He lets out a sigh and scrubs his face. “I know, brother. We’re just happy and I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
I laugh and wrap my arm around him. “I think both shoes dropped already.”
We hang out a little longer, but I call it a night. When I get outside I climb on my Harley and peel out of the parking lot. It doesn’t take long before I’m home. I park my bike in the driveway and take the short walkway to my door. When I step inside I toss my keys on the old entryway table, continuing to the kitchen. This house is big, too big for just me, but I’ll never leave. This is where I grew up, a place that holds the only happy memories I have. Unfortunately, it shows its age. The only thing I’ve done is replace the roof last year. Other than that, it’s exactly the way it was when my parents were alive. I glance down at all the money and shake my head. The smart thing would be to fix this place up like Zane let Harper do to his house. I look around at the kitchen. The oak cabinets are outdated and show years of aging. The old brown laminate counters are peeling up on the edges and missing parts that have torn over the years. The brown and orange floral linoleum flooring is worn and even when mopped still looks dirty. I lightly chuckle when I look at the spot by the sink, remembering vividly the day I got into my first fight. I came in the door, blood dripping from a gash above my eye. My mother was at the sink and when she turned around, she dropped the knife she was washing, nearly hitting her foot. She was yelling at me as she cleaned me up by the sink but laughing at the same time because even at ten years old I was taller than her.
I shake my head at the memories, grab my phone, and order a pizza. I go upstairs to take a quick shower before it gets here. Once the hot water is pounding on me, I start to relax and hope for all the past memories to wash away. I close my eyes, knowing exactly what I need to do to make that happen. I reach down and grab my thick cock, pumping it slowly. Immediately, it springs to life and I groan with arousal. I begin to pump harder, squeezing tighter, as I imagine my hand is the perfect pussy. I go faster and need to brace myself with my free hand against the blue tiled wall. Each time my hand slides over my piercing I let out a moan. It’s not pussy, but it’s giving me the distraction I need for now. The hot water running over my muscular body heightens my arousal. I hang my head and keep up a fast pace. My body begins to shake and I feel my balls start to tighten. I squeeze harder as I begin to come. I continue to jerk off until there’s nothing left. “Fuck.” I whisper, sagging against the wall.
I quickly wash myself and get out. After I get dressed, I head back downstairs to wait for my pizza. Just as I flip the TV on, my phone rings.
I grab it out of my pocket and see its Brittany. Perfect. “Hey.”
“Hey, Kace. What are you up to?” she asks, seduction thick in her voice.
“Nothing, you wanna swing by?” I know it’s why she’s calling, but I ask it anyway.
She laughs lightly on the other end as I wait for her to reply. “Sure, but I’m with my friend, Sara. Is it cool if she comes?”
“It’s cool if she’s gonna be naked with us, but not if you guys are just looking to hang out,” I tell her honestly.
“Oh, she’s ready and willing to be naked with us,” she purrs.
Fuck yeah. “Well get your asses over here.”
We hang up just as there’s a knock on the door. I’m grateful the pizza is here and I’ll be able to eat before they get here. I wasn’t expecting a threesome tonight, but I’d be a fucking fool to turn down the offer. It’s been a while since I’ve had one and it already has my dick pressing against my zipper.
I grab a beer out of the fridge when I finish eating. I go back into the living room, taking note of the work that needs to be done in here as well. It’s an open floor plan. The kitchen is in the front, the dining room next to that and the living room is off to the side. The horrible blue carpet has seen better days. It’s stained and worn down. There is wood paneling on the walls and the fireplace is bright red bricks. The only nice things in the room are my black leather couches and sixty-five inch fl
at screen TV that hangs above the fireplace. As a kid I used to fall into that hearth all the time. My mom used to yell at my father to have someone come in and redo the entire thing, so I’d stop getting hurt. He never did, so she used to pile cushions all around it to try to prevent me from getting hurt. It became a joke the older I got because she would still put the cushions there. My dad and I would laugh, but I think she did it to prove the point that she didn’t get her way, so she was going to make it look awful. I grin thinking of them arguing about it and seconds later hugging as my dad whispered in her ear.
A light knocking on the door pulls me out of my past and I’m so fucking grateful. I open the door, greeted by a smiling Brittany and her friend Sara. Brittany is a tall blonde, smoking hot body, big fake tits, and bright blue eyes. Her tits are always on display with the low shirts or dresses she wears. Her friend Sara is the opposite. She’s shorter than Brittany, still looks like she’s got a great body, except she’s got red hair and green eyes. Not the type of chick I usually go after, but I’ll admit, my dick takes notice.
Once I usher them in, Brittany introduces us and I offer them each a beer. “I’ll pass on the beer,” Brittany says, dragging her long nail down my chest, while searching my eyes. “I’ll take something else though.” She drags her nail down my body and rests her hand on my hard cock.
I grab her ass and pull her to me. I bite down on her neck and she hisses. “Upstairs,” I demand.
She grasps Sara's hand and leads her up the stairs to my room. I watch both of their asses as we climb the stairs, rubbing my hand over my rigid dick. When we reach my bedroom, I close the door behind us and look at them both.
“Undress each other,” I order.
Brittany licks her lips watching me as she reaches forward to Sara. Her fingers slide into the top of her strapless dress and she pushes it down her body. I was right, she’s every bit as hot as Brittany, but her tits are real. Sara unties Brittany’s dress from around her neck and it falls to the floor. I don’t even need to say anything, Brittany wraps her arms around Sara’s waist and presses her lips to hers. It’s hot, but not as hot as when they start grinding on each other. I can easily tell this isn’t the first time these two have been together. Probably with a guy and probably without. Brittany likes fucking as much as me and she’s willing to do just about anything to get off. As I watch their hands roaming, I can see how comfortable they are together.
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