Miss Independent, Volumes 1 - 4

by Kiki Leach

  River picked up his lighter and threw a flame across his cigarette. He bent his head back to blow out the smoke, then returned to the mirror and looked behind him at the girl still on his bed. She remained completely naked with those full, heavy tits sitting high up on her chest, just fucking perfect; it was as if they were staring right up at him, with pink dime sized nipples just begging to be sucked, nibbled, raked over and fucked by that glorious cock of his all over again. He watched her throw those strawberry-blond locks over her creamy white shoulders and slide a hand down between her legs. She shoved two fingers inside herself and moaned.

  "I'm ready," she panted, pumping her fingers in and out of her sex. "I'm ready, willing and able if you're looking to go another round with me, baby. I couldn't seem to keep you off of me last night and I'm hoping that today won't be much different."

  "Is that what this mornin' was?" he asked her. "A thank you gift for keepin' my cock hard without the help of a fuckin' blue pill?"

  She smiled but didn't respond.

  River leaned over the dresser and shoved his brows together while rotating his eyes between her face and tits. "What's the oldest motherfucker you've ever been with?"

  She turned her eyes up to the ceiling and shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe fifty."

  "He a member of this club?"

  "I don't know... Maybe." She tossed a wink in his direction and pulled her fingers out to massage herself.

  "You here ‘cause you're lookin' to be a goddamn club whore on a permanent basis, babe? You wanna be passed around from cock to cock with one in your ass and the other deep inside that pink pussy – maybe one even down your throat? Or are you aimin' for Old Lady status?"

  "I'm not old. And I'm no lady. And what's life without cock of any kind, no matter where it's being put inside me?" She jumped up from the bed and slid her arms across his broad shoulders. He turned in her arms and leaned back as she shoved her tits against him and dropped her hands around his bare ass. "I'm not looking to belong to anybody specific," she told him in a whisper. "I'm just here looking to have a good time for as long as I can before I'm shipped off to school soon. So far, you're the most fun I've had yet."

  "How many parties have you been to at the club? I think I'd remember seein' you if you'd been to more than one."

  "Last night was my first time here, and with you. But I'm hoping that it won't be my last with either one." She brought her hand around and swiped her thumb across the head of his cock, making him twitch. She lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked down hard on what was left of his cum.

  “Jesus Christ, you are somethin’ else.”

  "I know.” She grinned. “You sure you don't wanna go for another round? I'm still wet enough for you to fuck me any which way you see fit. And with more than just your big, fat cock this time.”

  Before he could answer, there was a bang on his door.

  "River!" a low, scratchy voice called out from the other side. "You got somebody out here in front of the garage looking to talk to you about something; they say it's important."

  The girl turned toward the door and frowned. "Who the hell is that?"

  River shook his head. "Verna," he told her. "Prez's Old Lady."

  "Why does she sound like a man?"

  River snickered. "'Cause she's damn near sixty and has been smokin' a shit load of packs since the age of fuckin' twelve."

  "JACOB HAWKINS!" Verna called out again. "Are you hearing me in there?"

  "I hear you fine!" he shot back. "Just let me get my shit together and I'll be out there in a few fuckin' minutes. Hold your goddamn tits," he muttered.

  "If she can still hold them up at all," the girl said through a laugh.

  After a few seconds of hearing nothing else from the other side, River put out his cigarette, gave the girl a light shove and headed off to the bathroom. She came up behind and ran her hand up and down the crack of his toned, smooth ass as he grabbed onto his now flaccid cock and pointed it toward the toilet to take a piss.

  "You might need to start gettin' dressed, babe," he carelessly responded. "Maybe even lookin' for your friend to see if she's still here to take you back to wherever the fuck it is that you came from.”

  "Oh, she skipped out hours ago with your friend -- he took her home." She blinked up at him and split her lips into a wide grin. "She got to ride on the back of his bike and I was hoping that you could be the one to give me a ride on the back on yours?"

  He wagged his dick and bent down to flush the toilet once he was finished; a deep and hearty laugh escaped his throat while he washed and rinsed his hands and stared at her in the mirror. "I've never put a club bitch, potential or otherwise on the back of my goddamn bike, darlin'. I'm sure as fuck not gonna start now and sure as fuck not gonna start with the likes of you."

  "The likes of me?" She puckered her brows.

  "Yeah, the likes of you. Now watch out, babe." He brushed past her and grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from his drawer, then snatched his pants from the floor and slid each leg on one by one, followed by his shoes.

  The girl spun around so quick she nearly threw out her back, and wrapped her hands around her own goddamn neck to keep from throwing them around his. She closed her eyes tight and exhaled once. "So what you're saying is that I was good enough to fuck, my mouth is good enough to wrap around your giant cock, but no part of me is good enough to show off to other members of the club?"

  River rattled his head and released an internal groan. "Shit, bitch. Why the fuck are you actin’ like me stickin’ my goddamn dick in you was more than what the fuck it was? We fucked. You made me come. End of.”

  "Not ‘end of’!" Fuming at the fact that he seemed to be treating her no better than someone he could've easily paid to suck his cock and screw well into the next morning, the girl responded without thinking. "What if I told you that I really wasn't nineteen at all?" She dropped her arms and stood upright while flexing the muscles in her face in an attempt to appear fearless. She sure as hell didn’t feel it but was convinced she at least looked the part.

  River stopped cold and slowly turned his gaze back over to her. "What?" It was as if the devil himself had climbed up inside of his soul and took full possession of his entire body.

  "What if you found out that I was actually a few years shy of it?" She leaned back on her right heel and rested a hand alongside her waist. "What if I told you that you had spent all night fucking illegal pussy? What if I told you that your big, fat cock was really the first taste this illegal pussy ever had, and everything else I said before was just a flat out lie? What then?"

  His eyes went cold, as did the blood in his veins. What she said was like a goddamn bullet being shot straight through to his skull, killing him dead where he stood.

  Random pussy was one thing, but illegal fucking pussy? Fuck no.

  The girl cowered in the bathroom the moment she saw the tense look rising on his face, the furrow pushing his brows together and the practical steam blowing out of his ears. She instantly regretted having even opened her mouth.

  "What in the goddamn fuck did you just say to me, bitch?" he growled, his tone so hard he nearly cracked his teeth between every single word.

  In a panic, she shook her head and looked away from him. "Nothing," she spat. "Nothing, I was just--"

  He raced across the room before she could say another goddamn word to him and clutched both hands around her tiny arms. She tried squirming away as he shoved her into the wall, but he yanked her up until only her toes touched the floor and held her until she whimpered.

  "What the fuck did you just say to me about illegal fuckin' pussy, bitch?!"

  "You're hurting me, Riv--"

  “I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!” His eyes enlarged, his grip around her arms tightened as the fury inside of him spilled over like water from a whistling kettle. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

  She tossed her head this way and that to avoid the spit flying out of his mouth and screamed out. "I lied, okay! I lied! I lied!"
She tried squirming out of his grip again, but there was no way in hell he was letting this bitch loose until he got the goddamn, motherfucking truth straight from her goddamn lips. "I'm not underage! I just said it hoping to piss you off--"

  "Well it fuckin' worked, you crazy, stupid bitch!" He released her quick and threw a fist into the wall above her head. She screamed out and covered her mouth as pieces of tile shattered and fell to her hair, around her shoulders and to the floor.

  She peeked down at her toes and wiggled them up and down as dust fell between them, and tried like hell to stop herself from shaking in front of him. The man had just put the fear of God in her bones, but there was no way in hell she was giving up until he listened to what she had to say.

  "I just wanted..." She exhaled a few times and bobbed her head while doing all she could to remain composed. "I just wanted to know what it was like to be on the back of your bike.” She brought her hand down from her face and looked up into his steel blue eyes.

  He snarled. "And you thought tellin' me some shit that could get me put away for a goddamn lifetime was the way to do it? Jesus, what the fuck? Bitches like you are why I stopped fuckin' new club pussy. You spend so much goddamn time tryin' to plot and climb to the top of the fuckin' ranks that you lose the motherfuckin' purpose of why we want you here in the first goddamn place. No motherfucker in the history of this club has ever wifed a club whore, bitch. And that shit sure as fuck ain't gonna start here, and sure as fuck not with me and you. Now get your shit and get the fuck outta here before I wrap my hand around that goddamn neck of yours and toss you the fuck out."

  "I'm sorry," she said as the sobs built up inside her throat. She practically stumbled over her words in trying to think of the right ones to use. "I'm sorry, I just... I felt you last night, and this morning, really felt you. You were all up inside every part of me and I just wanted to feel that again."

  River stormed out of the bathroom for the second time, ignoring every fucking thing she said, and grabbed his shirt. "Where the fuck is your goddamn purse, bitch?"

  She wiped the fallen tears from her face. "I didn't bring one with me."

  "Where the fuck are your pants, then? Or whatever the fuck it was that you had on last night? I know good and fuckin' well you didn't come all the way out here without any motherfuckin' ID."

  “Are you wanting to see for your own eyes if I’m telling you the truth?”

  “Well I’m sure as fuck not eager to know how the hell you look in pictures,” he shot back.

  She stalled and took a deep breath before finally coming out and grabbing her skirt from the floor on the other side of the room. She searched inside both pockets and once she found her ID and held it up, he snatched it from her and glanced down at her name, birthday and current residence.

  "If this shit is fake, you know I’ll find out about it. And you should know the consequences of a bitch tryin’ to fuck me over.”

  She gulped and nodded her head. “It’s real, I promise it’s real.” She took a deep breath in and held it so tight inside her chest that she nearly fainted. Yeah, that ID was real. She knew if it wasn’t that she’d be ripped to pieces by every single willing member of that club, the whores and Old Ladies too, and it wouldn’t be just those pieces hitting the goddamn concrete on her way out.

  “Courtney Justine Jenkins. Turned nineteen years old on April 15th." River stopped and grimaced. "Bell Channelside apartments in Tampa, Florida. Yeah, I know that place real fuckin' well. So do some of the other gun totin’, knife wieldin’ motherfuckers around here. Which ain’t a good goddamn thing for you.” He flung the card in her direction and as it dropped to the floor, she gradually bent down to pick it back up. "How the fuck did you get here last night?"

  "I told you, my friend."

  "Then that same friend can come and pick your raggedy ass back up and take you right back to where the fuck you both came from. I've got too much shit to deal with today, and not one goddamn second of that shit is gonna be spent takin' your ass back to another goddamn city. Get your shit, get dressed, and get the fuck out."

  “But Riv--”

  “OUT!” The boom in his voice made her shudder in place. “I won’t ask a bitch twice,” he said. She held her legs together to keep from taking a piss all over his goddamn floor.

  He threw his shirt over his head, grabbed his cut and headed out the room, slamming the door behind him so hard that he shook the frame and nearly broke the handle in his hand.

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