Scratch’s nose bumps my clit instantly, causing my center to clench up in a jolt of pleasure. No way am I going to be able to do this standing up; it’ll feel way too good if he has any clue whatsoever as to what he’s doing. He seems rushed, but he zeroed in on my sensitive spot with the first shot, so this could end up not being so bad.
Sitting, I scoot back toward the pillows, making sure to leave enough room for him to climb on the bed also. As he follows my body to the mattress, he pushes my legs wide open. His soft hands run along my thighs, parting them as far as possible, giving him a full view of my pink center.
Scratch leans in, giving my pussy long powerful strokes with his tongue. Each enticing lick’s being accompanied by skilled fingers relentlessly plunging in and out of my tight entrance. It seems like no time passes as my head’s thrown back, moaning out my pleasure, riding the wave as it starts to hit me and make the entire world disappear.
Holy shit! Maybe I should fuck him after all.
I’m beyond surprised with his persistence as my hips thrust into his face, twisting and jerking as I work my way up to my release. My fingers rake through his short hair as I pull his mouth into me as much as I can to ride his tongue through my orgasm.
Once I’m depleted, I’m left panting and wide-eyed. Not often can a man eat pussy like that, and fuck if he isn’t one of the best I’ve had in a long time. Maybe this mission of mine won’t be such a bad thing after all. God, if the Prospect’s that good, I can only imagine how Viking would be. I’d probably fucking die.
“Fuck, you got a greedy pussy.”
I can’t think of a reply; he’s completely right. I let loose a low giggle, and he shoots me a goofy smile.
“What’s your name, sugar?”
So now he’s curious? Typical man, waiting until the panties are off for formalities. “Princess.”
He thinks about it a minute, before repeating me. “Princess? That’s your actual name? Kinda fits after I’ve tasted ya.”
“Yep, my daddy said he knew that he’d be Prez one day, so they went ahead and named me Princess.”
His eyes widen, and he swallows down a cough that’s suddenly bubbled up. His face becomes sour as he thinks hard, his forehead wrinkling with tension.
Continuing on, it all comes out almost like a taunt. “You know, of the Oath Keepers? You’re wearing the cut, so surely you’d know that you had your fingers and tongue all up inside his daughter.” I feel like such a bitch giving him a snotty answer, but fuck it; I have to be one to drive my point in.
“Fuck…I’m dead! They’ll fucking kill me for this!”
“No. Lucky for you, he doesn’t care about his family, so you have nothing to worry about. If anything, now you have bragging rights to the brothers. You are, after all, the very first one who’s touched me out of them.”
“Oh, God, I’m really fuckin’ dead now. I gotta go.” Standing suddenly, he straightens out his clothes, wiping the sweat off that’s suddenly on his brow with the back of his hand.
“But I thought you wanted to fuck? Or you wanted me to return the favor with my mouth?” Licking my lips, I smile devilishly, and I swear he whimpers.
Taking a step closer toward the door, he chuckles weakly. “God, you’re gorgeous, but I’m trying to stay alive. If I fuck you, then I’d be signing my death certificate. Ares, our VP would chop me into little pieces. We all know if he wouldn’t have claimed his Ol’ Lady, then the Prez would want his VP with his daughter. It’s like some unspoken rule in biker clubs. I have to go before the wrong person notices that I’m with you.” Shaking his head apologetically, he’s out the door in a flash. I don’t even have time to get any argument out.
In his wake, I hit the mattress as I fall backward, bouncing and then slamming my fists onto the bed, irritated.
Damn it. He’s so freaked out; I don’t think he’ll open his mouth about it. Ugh. What should I do? I don’t think there’s much I can do, besides put his name on my list and move onto another.
Surely there has to be one of them that will gloat about it and not be too scared. Hell, Scratch is a man; he’ll have to open his mouth to someone. Men always brag about their conquests.
If anything, one day I may have to head over to the clubhouse when I’m certain that my father’s not around. Ares knows what I look like, but most of them haven’t seen me since I was a little girl. I’d be able to scope out the brothers and see if Scratch brags when the guys say something about me because they will. I’ll make sure to wear something that easily gets their attention.
Sitting up, I pat my hair, smoothing the frazzled mess and collect myself for a moment. Scooting to the edge of the bed, I find my panties and tug them back on, and then stand to adjust my shorts. Inhaling a deep breath, I nod, satisfied with my orgasm and plan I’ve decided on. It’ll work; I have to stay persistent.
Oath Keepers members were crawling all over that little bar I went to. I’ll find another. Until then, my ass is going home to shower, sleep, and regroup some more. Scratch was a nice guy, but not my forever type. I want to get home to scrub the memories off as soon as possible.
Four days later…
Sitting at the small round table in front of the crappy hotel window, I watch across the street as Saint and Sinner leave with yet another new woman from that shitty little bar we’ve been going to. I don’t know where these bitches come from; it seems like they multiply each night that we’re there.
I’m not complaining; having my cock sucked regularly has been pretty fucking nice. It’d be even better if I found someone worth fuckin’ though. The women available have been run through time and again. They serve their purpose when it comes to pleasing ya, but I’m not trying to stick my dick in one and have a bitch fall in love or some dumb shit.
The truth is, I’ve shown up every single night hoping to catch that sexy ass blonde chick I saw the first time my brothers, and I stopped in. We had come straight over after we handled some business for the MC. It was Saturday night, and she hasn’t been back since; even the bartender confirmed that she hadn’t seen her either.
I’m wondering if maybe ‘cause it was the weekend? Regardless, I can’t shake that mouth and those tits from my mind. I go to sleep thinking about them and wake up hard as fuck. I can only imagine what she’d feel like wrapped around me, hot and wet, her little cunt throbbing as I make her come.
She could be a college chick, maybe looking to play with some bad boys to get her kicks or some shit. Wouldn’t surprise me, it’s happened before. I have no problem whatsoever showing her just what a real fuckin’ bad boy is.
I’d fuck her twenty ways to Sunday. She’d be begging me to stop ‘cause she wouldn’t be able to stand up anymore. That’s what a real man would do with a piece of ass like hers.
Turned on again, I unclasp the button on my jeans and reach inside to start pumping my thick cock. Giving it an extra tight squeeze, I picture her tightness clasping down, grinding, while I made her scream.
Fuck! I groan, full of need. Pumping a few times, my thoughts switch to her tits bouncing while she rides me. My sac keeps tightening more and more, my balls ready to explode.
Pulling my eyes away from my throbbing length, a near silent gasp escapes my mouth as I watch a platinum blonde’s ass in a short black skirt. She sashays across the gravel parking lot; her arm looped through another chick’s, and the sight of her hips swinging has warm jets of my seed splashing onto my shirt.
The sun’s setting so I can just make out everything perfectly, and I’d bet fifty bucks it’s the bitch I was just dreaming of. Like a freshman excited for his first fuck, I jump from my chair. Pulling my jeans closed, I stuff my wallet in my back pocket.
Most of the guys are already over there, so I’ll join them until I’m able to make certain it’s her. Better get over there quick before someone else attempts to get in her pants like that fucking Prospect from last weekend. I wanted to beat his ass so badly after she disappeared but held myself back. My brothers seem t
o like this bar for some reason, so I’m trying to keep the peace.
Saint and Sinner have been in their room mere minutes when I head outside and can already hear the chick they had with them moaning loudly. Her long wails remind me of a cat in heat, maybe the rest of us will get lucky too, and they’ll gag the bitch. It’s not often they go off with someone alone. One would think they’d get tired of sharing all the time, I damn sure couldn’t handle that shit.
The highway’s never busy, so I amble on across and make my way through the pebbled gravel parking lot. Headed toward the entry, my gaze settles on a shiny group of bikes parked out front. My curiosity’s peaked because none of them belong to the Nomads or the other regulars that’ve been here all week.
They’ll be straight as long as they stay the fuck out of my way.
The music from the jukebox pours outside as I head through the entrance and spot my brothers. Tucked back in the corner, they all sit facing the majority of the room. One thing about these guys, even if they’ve been drinking all day, they’ll keep their guards up. The Nomads stay ready in case shit goes south. Never knew a group like that before and had come to appreciate them. It makes a hell of a difference knowing someone else has your six.
Scot nods hello as I make my way over to them. As I return it, Spider’s fist pops out in front of me so I can bump knuckles with him. “’Sup, Vike?”
“Spidey.”
Damn sure could use a drink; I sound like I just woke up.
“Brother.” Nightmare nods in acknowledgment as I sit near him at the high top.
“Figured it was time for a cold one.” I’m here to check out a female. Not that I plan on alerting them or the fucking media to it, though. Keeping her to me will be tricky, but I’ll figure it out. None of these fuckers need a sample; that’s for damn sure.
Stacy, a part-time bar girl, sets a glass bottle down in front of me. It’s chilled enough that the amber colored glass is foggy, letting me know that she listened to me and grabbed it from the bottom of the beer cooler.
Taking the first sip, the alcohol hits my tongue like a burst of refreshing, icy bliss. God, I love it when bitches listen to me, and a good, cold beer.
“Would you like anything else to drink, Viking?” She cuts straight to it. Stacy doesn’t try the bullshit flirting or anything like that. Setting her straight on day one, I let her know that I’m not some ass clown in here she can fool. Since then, we’ve been cool, and I tip her better. Like tonight, this beer just got her a kick-ass tip.
“Nope, I’m good. How’s your night so far?”
“Same as always.” She smiles, and I nod. “If you decide to change it up, let me know.”
Handing her a five, she attempts to give me my change, but I ignore it. She smiles and then takes off back toward the bar.
Once Stacy’s out of my line of sight, my eyes search her out. My gaze meets hers, and it hits me that she was already staring at me. I’m betting that she watched me from the moment I walked through the door.
Is she just checking me out? Or could she be jealous that Stacy was over here smiling? Nah, she’s way too happy right now to be the bitter type. She and the little friend she’s here with are playing a game of pool, giggling and drinking what looks like their second beer already.
Glancing around, I find that damn near every other motherfucker in the place is watching them as well. I haven’t even sampled her yet, and she already has my adrenaline spiking. I can’t remember a time when a chick has had my body humming like this, and especially it being from someone peeping on her.
A few scrawny bastards whistle as hot chick bends over to make her shot and my insides stir something fierce. My hands tingle, feeling like I could break a fool’s fingers one by one for touching her.
I don’t know if it’s ‘cause I haven’t fucked in a whole minute or what, but she’s got my dick wanting to stand loud and proud under this damn table. That’s the last thing I want my brothers popping off, giving me shit for right now. I’m going to let her have some fun with her friend for a little while before making a move. She’ll get a couple more drinks in her and probably loosen up some so she won’t bolt again when I speak to her.
Sipping my beers, the night drags on with me sitting quietly, attempting to learn everything about her from afar. My brothers start to notice my unusual drinking activity and eventually realize I’m not paying them any attention, but instead, giving it all to her. I can’t stop either.
The way her calves flex when she walks around the pool table in her sky-high shoes, makes me want to grab her wrists one handed, behind her back and bend her over. Then her long silky hair brushes the top of her ass every time she moves. It’s fucking taunting me, waiting for me to wrap it around my fist and pull it. Sweetheart has no idea the type of hell I’d put her through, to bring her pleasure.
Taking another swallow of beer, I imagine yet another way I’d have her. This time, she’d be on her knees, cheeks flushed and begging me to let her swallow my cum. Letting loose a growl at the image, my brothers turn to me, eyebrows cocked.
Nightmare hikes his lip up slightly, almost in a grin, but not completely. He doesn’t ever really smirk or smile. “Talk to her.”
Scot chuckles. “Aye laddie, the lass would probably love a good ride.” I shoot him a glare just as the hot chick shouts to her friend that she’s going to go out for a quick smoke. She glances at me briefly as she’s declaring it, almost like an invitation.
She saunters closer to our table and as she does, her lashes lower, and her lip slightly pouts. I already wanted that luscious mouth the first time I saw her. With that bottom lip out a bit, it’s doing fucking insane things to the rock hard cock in my jeans.
She checks me out from head to toe the entire time that she passes us. Swinging those hips a little too much, knowing damn well that she has every brother’s attention at our table. It’s so goddamn seductive and obvious; it hits me that it’s no innocent invitation. It’s a fucking dare. She doesn’t think I’ll actually go out there. Challenge accepted.
Like a dumbass, she strolls down the hallway toward the bathrooms. No doubt that she’s going out the back door to have a smoke all alone. Doesn’t she have any means of self-preservation? She can’t announce that shit and then amble on out alone.
Some guy posted up against the wall near the same hall, follows her, easily catching up. I watch as the idiot smiles all friendly-like and holds the door for her. It’s probably a good time to have my own smoke. I hadn’t seen him out in the bar, so I have no clue who the fuck he is.
“I’mma smoke.” Grumbling, I stand and think of squirrels in pink tutus to get my dick to go soft. The brothers nod, continuing with their conversation that I wasn’t paying any mind to.
Stopping along the way, the alcohol’s set in so I take a piss. Then head outside as well.
The door closes, engulfing the classic rock, leaving me in the quiet, humid night. Leaning against the building, I fish my cigarettes out of my front jeans pocket, shaking them so one pops out enough that I can put it straight to my lips. Shoving the packet back into my pocket, I dig my fingers around until they find my Zippo, and it comes out next.
Flipping the top open, I flick it, so the bright orange and blue flame comes to life as I cup my other hand around it, lighting my cigarette. Closing the lid, I stuff the non-descript metal Zippo back in my pocket and inhale a long, relieving drag, just as I hear the first low whimper.
Holding my breath and remaining still, my gaze starts to scan over everything around me. Nothing pops out, but I know what I heard. There’s a small brick building about twelve paces away, most likely for the bar storage. A dim light hangs from behind the poorly built structure, not doing much to illuminate the area.
A pained cry comes next, louder, echoed by another; this one tainted with anger. Off to the side of the storage, it’s shadowed, but I’m able to make out what looks to be a struggle happening.
Launching off the small porch, I bring the cigar
ette to my lips and inhale another deep drag before tossing it off into the gravel. With large, quick strides, I make my way over to the shadowed area. Remaining as quiet as possible, I creep the last few paces to get a good look at what’s going on. It could be a wild fuck for all I know, or it could be someone getting attacked.
The shady looking guy from the hallway has the blonde shoved up against the brick, ripping at her clothes. She’s not giving it freely, but fighting for her fucking life, pounding her petite fists into him over and over. He slams her into the building, frustrated, going for her lacey bra next and she emits a wounded whimper from impact, the sound stabbing into my soul.
Consumed by his dick, shady fuck hisses, “I’ve watched those bikers show up and take all the women around here, well not you. I’m fucking you, no matter if I have to kill you first or not.”
Her hands fly toward his face, attempting to shove him away. “Get off of me you piece of shit!” she cries.
The rage inside grows, overtaking and overwhelming any bit of self-control that I once possessed. My body vibrates as I’m unable to hold myself back any longer, nor do I want to. Blood rushes through my body, my veins pumping full as the adrenaline hits me full force, wanting to explode. Deep red, the color of blood, begins to cloud my vision from witnessing someone physically hurt her like this, to hear the fear and helplessness in her sweet voice.
“She said no, motherfucker,” I rasp, angrily. It takes so much to utter those simple words and not just rip him from her, but I don’t want to frighten her more by slaughtering him in front of her.
He turns toward me with a snarl painted on his lips, but I give him no time to react. Eagerly wrapping my hand around his throat, I lift him completely off the ground. Thrusting him forward, I beat his skull into the wall. His head emits a loud smack sound each time it crashes against the rough brick, totaling three times.
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