“Now, tell me.”
I couldn’t have kept up my brush off any longer, not if I wanted to stay in the good graces of the club Prez.
“It’s nothing—” I stopped talking, and even though I didn’t want to, I looked at it again. The giant baseball bat between his legs was still being stroked as he grinned at me. The singular dimple on his face wound me tighter than an eight-day clock, and I knew if I didn’t leave soon, my pussy juices were going to start to run down my legs. I was that turned on.
Using his thumb, still giving me that grin, which showed he was rough, beautiful, and naughty as hell, he swirled the pre-come on the head of his monster cock and pinched the head between his fingers. Shhhiiitttt, it was sexy.
“Want me to take care of that, baby?” another club whore singsonged, coming to stand beside me, and my stomach rolled. I wanted to puke. This one was naked and chubby, unlike the other who was also naked but skinny as hell. I hated that I was in the middle of this. I’d spent my adult years trying to avoid situations that included club whores.
The expression on Big Dick’s face was one of pure aggression and lust, as his lips curled over his teeth, and he not only growled at her, he nearly ate her alive with just a look. A look of pure evil, wrapped with sinister thoughts of slow, agonizing murder.
The chubby brunette didn’t even stand there a moment longer before she broke into a sob and ran full speed, away from him.
“Two, Big Dick, two fuckin’ whores tonight are gone. How much more ass am I gonna lose tonight before you cool the fuck off, man?” a member I recognized as Runner said, standing against the wall a few feet away, two bitches on their knees playing with his less than impressive cock.
“Out!” Big Dick snapped, pointing his free hand toward the front doors of the clubhouse.
Runner shook his head, exasperated, “Fine,” his words were clipped, eyes narrowed into tiny slits as he took the women by the arms and escorted them, along with himself, out the door. Both of the girls giggling like teenagers the whole way. Shit, who was I kidding, they probably were teenagers. I just didn’t care to notice or ask. Wasn’t my problem.
“Alright, now that that’s done.” Big Dick sighed, leaning back in his leather armchair. He was half-naked, his head reclined against the top.
“I didn’t want to laugh, but when you said the word cute, it doesn’t suit you,” I spit out fast, using all my air and quickly sucking a nervous breath.
“Cute?”
There it went again, a deep, gravelly voice like his and that word. I covered my mouth.
“Cute?”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried desperately to hold back my impending laughter.
“Cute?”
A giggle snuck out, and he growled, again, like a beastly animal. I opened my eyes to see him ferociously fucking his own fist, his own eyes locked on me. His dick jerked. I saw it fucking jerk, and I couldn’t help but stare as my breathing kicked up. I nearly exploded on the spot.
Nine inches of thick man meat was being stroked directly in front of me, and I just stood there in a room full of bikers and watched. In awe, I might add. The first jet that shot from his dick arced high and landed on the floor by my feet. Each spurt shot, one right after the other, six in total, and they all were beautiful. Yep, I said beautiful. I’ve never, to this day, seen a man come that hard, that completely…that deliciously. I’ve slept with men, lots, and lots of men. Not once have they come so purely. That’s the perfect word to describe that night, that first and only night he came in front of me. Beautifully pure.
Swiping off the last bead of come from his dripping head with his T-shirt, he sighed, stood up, towering well over a foot above me and slid his leathers up his legs, buttoning and zipping them. Running his thumb across my chin, he winked at me, and I melted at his touch. Twenty years older than me, still gorgeous and utterly untouchable, not like I’ve ever wanted to touch. Well, nothing other than maybe his cock. Which I’ve dreamt about ever since that night. The night that Pretzel became my dog.
Big Dick stepped past me. I was frozen in shock, and ready to come on a moment’s notice, trying desperately to reel in what had just taken place. He’d jerked off in front of me. Looking at me. It didn’t compute.
“Yo, Bink, dog, yeah?”
I nodded and turned to see him staring casually at me like nothing happened. His normal half smirk, half smile, played on his handsomely rugged face.
“Yeah.” I anxiously swallowed and followed him out the front doors of the clubhouse and to the back of the property in the middle of the night, where they housed the high-class kennels. Not only does my father’s club deal in the shit most clubs do, but they also deal in purebred pits, rotties, and dobies. They don’t fight themselves, but I know that has to be part of what these expensive dogs are used for. They train them to be guard dogs and sell them at high prices. Thousands of dollars, to be exact.
“Here.” He pointed into a dimly lit kennel, where a lonesome dog lay curled into himself. His head lifted just slightly once he noticed people standing outside of his door, and as soon as those adorable eyes of his, one blue and one brown, gazed up into mine, I was a goner.
“I’ll take him,” I whispered. And two weeks later, Pretzel, the only male I’ve ever loved other than my daddy and the brothers, came home to live with me.
Glancing down at the corner of my computer screen I check the time…it’s shower time. Then I’m off to work.
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