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Books by Glenna
Black Rebel Riders MC’ Series
Grim The Beginning
Rumor
Baby
Striker
Romeo
Heart of A Rebel
A Rebel Love
A Rebel In The Roses
Blood of A Rebel
The Devil’s Rebel
Devils Rejects
Hades’ Flame
Boogeyman’s Dream
Cupid’s Arrow
Reaper’s Till Death
Standalone Titles
Beauty & The Biker
Lil’ Red & The Big Bad Biker
Don’t Let Me Go
Cooper’s Religion: The Suffocation of Katie
Dirty Love
Dirty Truth
Dirty Neighbor
When It Rains
Born Sinner
The Stealing Conleigh Duet
Stealing Conleigh Part 1
Stealing Conleigh Part 2
Must Love Curves
The Roommate Pact
Cowritten with Dawn Martens
The Boom
You Wreck Me (The Prospect series book 1)
Preview You Wreck Me
Chapter 1
Wrecker
“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Suck my cock. You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” I tell this bitch, Kristen, as I yank her head up and down by the nape of her neck, fucking her mouth. I’m supposed to be helping Porkbelly patch up a hole in this cunt’s roof, but with the way she was batting her lashes at me and licking her lips I knew she wanted to take a ride on the wild side. I was more than happy to oblige. She’s a snotty little bitch who probably hasn’t ever been with any man other than her husband. A bored housewife.
I’m no fucking handyman though and neither is Porkbelly. We’re here on club business. Her pencildick husband owes our club, The Blue Devils MC, money. Too fucking much money. The slippery fucker has been giving us the slip for two months, but that ends today. After tracking his wife’s browsing history online, our man, Hacker, found out that she was looking for someone to make repairs to their roof. We rented a truck and conveniently pretended to be working on a house that was foreclosed on across the street. As soon as the dumb whore spotted us she was begging us to take on her job.
I slide my cock in and out of her puckered mouth as her tongue glides up and down my shaft, nearly hitting the back of her throat each time. She’s so damn hungry for my dick. Fucking eager, working me like I’m paying her for it.
Tears leak from the corner of her eyes and her mascara runs down her cheeks. Fucking beautiful. Picture perfect. I hear the slamming of a car door. It’s show time and I’m ready to cum.
Kristen is so into my dick she doesn’t even hear her husband come through the door but I do and I am fucking ready for him. Porkbelly’s fat ass is probably still up on the roof pretending he knows how to fix the Goddamned thing. Doesn’t matter. I don’t need his ass. I pull out my .45 with a silencer from the back of my work pants, Dickies to be exact and have it cocked and ready.
“Honey, I see that you found someone to fix the roof,” he calls out and Kristen then hears him. Staring bright eyed at me, the dumb bitch tries to pull away but I don’t let her. Oh no, Reggie boy
is gonna see what a whore he married right before I blow his brains out.
His wife is down her knees in front of me on their hardwood bedroom floor in their moderate middle-class home. I grip her head and slam to the back of her throat. “Don’t you stop now, bitch.”
She blinks but doesn’t fucking stop working me. Skillful fingers coil around my balls and her thumb brushes the spot that separates them from my asshole. I tense, ready to fucking blow in more ways than one.
Reggie walks into the bedroom and observes me with my cock in hand beating the angry, spurting beast across his wife’s lips...Cumming all over her swollen mouth. Then he notices the gun I have trained on him and holds his hands up. The dumb bastard took three kilos of cocaine from Demon, and instead of selling the shit, the dumbass partied it away with whores and hasn’t paid back a damn dollar.
“Please, man. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Porkbelly steps into the room at his back with another gun pressed to his temple. “Damn right you will. Demon has a message for you.”
The pussy motherfucker starts crying. “Oh God, don’t kill me. You can have my wife. Do whatever you want with her. Just don’t kill me.”
“What!” She jumps to her feet as she shrieks. Her fake tits are on full display and my cum is dripping down her chin looks like hot white wax is running off her lips. I love it. Makes me hard all over again.
I laugh manically. “Sorry. Already had my fill of her. Kiss your husband goodbye, Kristen.”
The whore does it. She goes right over to him and full on kisses the motherfucker, smearing my soldiers on his lips. Then she spits on him. This bitch is crazy. I might just take her back to the club, Demon would get a real kick out of her. And there is always a demand for fresh pussy at the clubhouse.
“I knew I never should have married you,” she yells at him again. “My mother was right about you. No good for nothing!”
“Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt.” Her eyes narrow on me but she stays quiet. “Want to give your lips a lick, Reggie? I taste motherfuckin’ good. Bet you’d get down on your knees and suck me too, wouldn’t you? Ask your bitch,” I goad him.
“Fuck, man. That shit ain’t right. I told you do what you want with the bitch.”
“Nah.” I grab my nuts with my free hand. “Fun’s over.” I nod at Porkbelly and he moves out from behind Reggie. Then we pull our triggers. My bullet takes out Reggie and his takes out the cunt. I’m almost sorry to see her go.
Pulling out my burner phone, I call in the cleanup crew. Stepping over the bodies I see the bitch’s lifeless eyes are wide open staring up at me. Bending down, I brush my fingers over her eyelids. “RIP, sweetheart,” I whisper and light up a smoke.
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