by Miss Merikan
Candy let out a moan, and the way she bucked her hips against him was all the confirmation he needed that what he was doing was just right. He loved the way she spread her legs for him. It made Sam feel so ultimately invited to feast on her body. Underneath her skin, there was a pink tint of arousal, darkening as Sam moved his ministrations all over her body. He caressed her stomach, flipping his tongue into her navel, and kissed her just above her fragrant pussy, only to omit it and trail down her thigh.
He couldn’t help a smirk when he noticed a darker color on her panties from the wetness.
“No one does it the way you do,” she whispered as Sam gave her skin a long lick. Now this was something every man wanted to hear. Though he did learn a lot through the years about always focusing on the satisfaction of his partner, it was still nice to hear. On most occasions, he couldn’t just drop his pants and have the girl suck him off, but being able to make them writhe and tremble gave him so much satisfaction, he could do with just masturbation apart from that. Sam couldn’t help a grin spreading on his face, and he leaned up, lapping at the drenched fabric. Her tangy, somewhat sweet taste made his cock stir.
“Or maybe you just like me more?”
She bit her lip, with a playful sparkle in her eyes. “Maybe … I’m not sure.”
“I am,” chuckled Sam, pulling on her panties to reveal her damp pussy, sweet and ready for him.
As soon as he had her panties on the floor, Candy’s fingers traced his short mohawk, as yet another way to coax him closer. She didn’t have to though. Sam couldn’t wait to taste each smooth inch of her plump labia. He leaned closer, first just savoring her heat, and then stroking her folds up and down with the tip of his nose. He loved doing this, but going straight for the clit rarely amounted for good oral sex. He would take his time, ease her into it, and let her arousal mount until she could barely stand it.
His tongue traced the delicate flesh on the outskirts of her pussy, lazily lapping at it before teasingly slapping her clit with his tongue. Once.
Candy let out a moan and tried to grip onto his hair, but it was too short and slipped out of her grasp. She stirred her hips in front of him and even spread her thighs farther, giving him a perfect view of that tight, slick opening, just begging to be fucked. Sam went for it with a groan, teasing its edges with his tongue, as if it were a lovely, sloppy kiss. He grabbed onto her hips, keeping Candy in control, so he could indulge the way he wanted to. His tongue traced along the labia, but he didn’t want all the slick wetness gone for what he was about to do.
“You ready for my cock, babe?” he whispered against the wet lips of Candy’s pussy.
She nodded, raising herself up on her elbows. “I missed it. I wanna feel you all over.”
Sam grinned at her and climbed up her body for a hard kiss. “You just wait. Don’t come while I’m gone,” he uttered, rolling off the bed.
He sped to the bathroom where he yanked off all his clothes before opening the cabinet where he kept his dildo. Rushed by the ravaging need, he gave it a quick wash and strapped it to his hips. Before he even came out to see Candy, he couldn’t stop the urge to give the length a few pumps, and the base, built especially for that purpose, grazed his real cock, making him shiver. But there was no time to waste, and he opened the door.
Candy’s eyebrows went up, but her gaze focused on the strap-on, and she wasn’t complaining. “That’s … big.” Her chest was going up and down quickly, the movement from her breathing becoming hypnotizing.
Sam grinned as he approached the bed, taking in the beauty of her naked body. “It’ll fit. You had it in you already.”
“I love the way you grab me,” she whispered into his lips. “Like you mean to never let go.” Candy came closer on her knees.
“That’s what you want? For me to grab you?” rasped Sam, pushing her on her back and caging her with his lips. His dick swung in the air until it met resistance somewhere between Candy’s legs.
She moaned into his lips. “Yeah, I want you to hold me hard as you fuck me.”
Sam reached down, grabbing the base of his cock without ever looking away from her half-lidded eyes. He found her opening and pushed, climbing further on top of her as the cock filled her pussy. The pressure on Sam’s own crotch felt so amazing as he looked down at his beautiful girl, all spread out before him.
Candy moaned in that sweet high pitch Sam wanted to hear all night, and she grabbed onto his shoulders. Sam loved fucking girls. He just loved it. See their lips part and have their tits press against his chest. The best feeling. Candy’s thighs tensed against his hips, and Sam was more than ready to plow her tight pussy until she screamed his name.
“You feel fucking great,” he uttered, making a circle with his hips, drilling Candy with a wicked grin on his face. The attachment at the base applied just the right pressure to his cock, too. It was pure bliss.
Her legs wrapped around him, and she panted, moaning louder every time he slammed into her. “Oh, fuck, Sam! So good.” Candy gently bit his shoulder, holding onto him like he was a boat in the middle of a stormy sea.
Sam gasped, driving his cock home again and again, without looking away from her flushed face. He wanted to know when to slow down and when to speed up, how hard she wanted it, how good he was making her feel. The pressure on his own genitals was becoming too much, and soon enough, he came, shuddering over Candy, but that didn’t stop him from fucking her in earnest.
Her hips moved along with his, always trying to follow his rhythm, that hot pussy no doubt clenching around his dick. Sam took a glance between their bodies, at her lovely tits shaking up and down as he fucked her. He never felt more masculine than when he made a girl come.
He pushed her thighs higher for a different angle and straightened his back, delving into her sweet hole repeatedly. He could see all the lines in her body stretch, her beautiful breasts moving with the rhythm he set, and her hair in disarray on the comforter, as his cock disappeared in her body time and time again.
And there it was. He must have hit the right spot. Candy’s thighs trembled, her nails bit into his forearms, and she was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “Oh yeah! Fuck my pussy like that, Sam!” The dirty words were so delicious on her sweet lips. Sam just had to kiss them.
Swallowing her screams, he sucked on her mouth, still thrusting into her tight body until she gently pushed on his hips. That was his cue to slowly pull out. His hope was this would be enough to chase away at least some of her anxieties. They could deal with all that trouble.
Candy slumped to the bed with her eyes closed. Sam could take a photo of her like this, just to look at it every day. But then again, he could make her come every day and watch her in real life.
“So amazing …” Candy whispered, running her hand over her breasts.
Sam chuckled and slipped his arm under her head, lying down by her side. His cock was swaying at full attention, but he didn’t have to put it into its place yet. He loved the lazy, careless moments with Candy, without worrying what would happen if someone actually saw him naked.
“Stress levels down?”
“Yeah, you make me feel like everything will be all right.” Candy hugged him and opened those big blue eyes of hers.
Sam pulled on the edge of the comforter to cover her with it. “It is. We always land on our feet.”
“Please, tell Borg I’m sorry for the trouble. He’s a bit scary.” She nuzzled his neck.
Sam rolled his eyes. “No shit. Just don’t try to be around him right now. He’s pissed at you.”
“I love you,” Candy said with a grin. “I couldn’t wait to say it.” She giggled, cuddling up to him like a happy kitten. “You know what else I love?”
Sam squinted. “My big, never-ever-softening cock?” He gave the dildo a pat.
“Yes!” Candy grinned and touched the tip. “And no mess with cum.”
Sam pulled her closer with a groan of hunger. “It’s yours to serve.”
Chapter
20
Sam rolled from under the car he was working on when he heard footsteps inside the garage. It was way past rush hour, and most of the mechanics were already gone, but the vehicle belonged to a single mother of three, so he decided to stay a bit longer and fix it for her. He told her to come in the morning, so why would she be here?
But it wasn’t a woman coming his way. It was Red Jack. Expression grim, hands in his tight jeans pockets.
“Hey, Samson,” he muttered.
Sam frowned and sat up, pulling off his work gloves. “What’s up?”
“Candy’s staying at your place?” Red Jack leaned against the car.
The first thing that came to Sam’s mind was that maybe Red was getting evicted. Obviously, he would not be welcome on Sam’s couch with Candy in the apartment. “Yeah. Why?”
“So, you wanna make her your old lady, or something?” Red crossed his arms on his chest.
Sam slumped. “Red, she’s taken. Back off.”
Red Jack waved his hand. “Nah, I mean … you’re not gonna go party with us anymore or what? You’ve pulled back since you met her.”
Oh. Sam crooked his head and got to his feet, approaching Red Jack. He didn’t know what to make of it. “It’s been a bit of a wild time with her, yeah. But I am gonna be over as I always was.”
“It just kinda sucks. Who am I gonna go pick up chicks with, you know? Monster? We didn’t even know he uses his dick for something else than peeing, ‘til yesterday.” Red Jack ran his fingers through his bushy ginger beard.
Sam frowned but couldn’t help a smile forming on his lips. Poor Red Jack was feeling lonely. He never thought the guy held him in such high esteem. Sam gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder. “You kidding? All the more pussy for you.”
“There’s no challenge though.” Red Jack gave Sam a silly smirk and pointed to his own body. “You could at least aspire to compete with my hotness.”
Sam exhaled, amused. “That sounds pretty gay.”
Red Jack pushed on Sam’s shoulder. “Fuck you, man! I was trying to communicate some shit to you!”
Sam chuckled and grabbed his forearm. Despite all the bickering he and Red Jack had, they would do a lot for each other. “I get it. We are buddies.”
Red Jack took a deep breath. “So … Candy got a sister?”
Sam picked up his diet Coke and took a long swig. “Not that I know. And she’s from Kansas. If she has some pretty cousins, they’re far away. Why, you wanna be family?”
Red Jack snorted. “Nope, I wanted some hot blonde pussy. You ready for the transport today? We’ll need to be on call if something goes sideways.”
Sam nodded. “The cake’s all ready to go,” he said with a smirk.
Borg, Viper, and Glock framed a group of Cambodian gangsters for the death of the two thugs who bothered Candy. Apparently, they were part of a small gang, and so it resulted in a very gory end to the Cambodians.
Sam didn’t feel particularly sorry for them. If you live the life, shit happens.
They exchanged a few more words with Red Jack, and Sam headed off to get his stuff from the locker and change out of his work clothes. It was already getting dark, and he wanted to talk to Candy before the transport.
Unlike most of the crew, he kept his things in a room used only by patched members, and so he didn’t even bother closing the locker most of the time. Candy was keeping up with her payments thanks to the money she was getting from the club, but that wasn’t a long-term solution. Over the past two weeks, Sam kept thinking about the letters, and today he decided to pick them up from the locker. Do something about this. He took them from the office two days ago, and nobody missed them anyway.
When he opened his locker to get the letters he didn’t even want to read, they were nowhere to be found. He reached farther into the top shelf, but all he scavenged was an empty plastic bottle.
He stepped back, looking at the open locker. No way. He couldn’t believe anyone would take something of his. Who to talk to about this though? It wasn’t valuables, just letters he claimed he knew nothing about.
As his mind raced, he missed the moment someone entered the room, and only realized it was St. Nick when the man spoke. “Looking for these?”
Sam turned to face him. His stomach turned to cold goo when he spotted the letters in Nick’s fat fingers. Fighting back the urge to grab the fucker and slam his ugly nose in, he squeezed his hands into fists and looked straight into Nick’s eyes. “You looked through my things.”
Nick’s lips curled into an ugly smirk. “You got any secrets, Sam? I was just wondering who this chick was. You know, as a good citizen, I wanted to forward them to her, so she can get her inheritance …”
Sam kept his face level, but fury and anxiety were rapidly rising in his chest. “So did I. I think I knew her some time ago.”
St. Nick bared his teeth. “Let’s cut the bullshit, Samantha. I know you’re in on the drug transport. It seems like some members are better than others, since Borg became prez. You fucking him, or something that he lets you eat the crumbs off his table?”
Sam stood his ground, even though his face was flushing pretty badly. His teeth itched for St. Nick’s throat, and at the same time, it was like a stab in the gut to have a brother talk to him like this.
“Do I look like a Samantha to you? Where did you leave your brain?”
“I did my research, ladyman. I found prison records for this … person.” He scowled and waved the letters. Sam wanted to just put his hands around the fucker’s neck and watch him die, die, die. “If you don’t want the other Nails to see them, you better tell me all there is to know.”
Sam’s heart was slowing down as he stared at the old, sly bastard, who didn’t want him out of the Nails for his secret. No, he was using that secret for blackmail. St. Nick did not care for the integrity of the club. It stung much worse than being called by his original name.
“You’re the rat.”
St. Nick sneered at him. “You know who’s a rat? Borg! Leaving my son to rot in prison. Doc is gonna be inside for years, because Borg can’t plan for shit. So yeah, I’m not gonna be loyal to a prez like him!”
Sam bared his teeth and hit the wall with his fist. “Don’t put it on Doc. If he knew, he’d fucking kill you, father or not!”
St. Nick laughed in his face. “What’s it gonna be, baby girl?”
Sam snarled, and it was as if steam was about to shoot out his ears. “Come here, and I’ll show you the pussy.”
“You really want the Nails to know? You think they’ll be okay with this?”
Sam stared at the fat loser in front of him. He never thought someone who’d been with the club for so long could betray them, but now that it had happened, he’d be loyal. He’d take care of this.
“How about a rat?” rasped Sam, stepping closer with his eyes transfixed on the permanently reddened face.
“Borg will get what’s coming to him, I fucking retire in peace, and you … can keep your secret.” The old man’s gaze streamed his distaste.
Sam briefly scanned St. Nick. He didn’t seem to have a gun on him, or at least not in the usual place, under the armpit. And if he had a weapon, Sam was much quicker. The narrow room didn’t give much space for fighting, but at the same time, it could be the perfect trap, with the door behind St. Nick as bait, keeping him in the illusion of safety. If Sam smelled it right, there was a scent of liquor about St. Nick, and on top of that, he seemed to be so certain of the blackmailing that he didn’t have anything to defend himself.
“Why don’t I take care of you, you fat, old pig?”
St. Nick squinted at him, with his hand tightening over the letters. “You kill me, and all the details go out to Borg within twenty-four hours.”
It had chills running down Sam’s spine, but he still forced himself to smile as he approached. “An old fuckup like you can set e-mails to be sent on a particular date?”
“The fuck I can, you fucking bitch!” Nick pushed S
am’s chest with both hands. That crossed the fine line of Sam’s patience.
He grabbed Nick’s head and smashed it against the wall with all his strength. Seeing a spot of blood where the skin tore on the plaster gave him a high to rival that after Candy’s hash brownies. He laughed.
“What did you call me?”
“I called you a fucking, lying bitch!” Nick screamed, and charged at Sam, grabbing his midsection. Despite his age, St. Nick had some power in those arms, enough to squash all air out of Sam’s lungs.
Sam had the briefest idea of grabbing the problem by the balls, but a man would not do that to another. Instead, he delivered the fiercest head-butt ever and topped it with a fist to the temple.
St. Nick dropped to his knees with so much impact Sam winced at the sound they made. “You hear what I said, moron? Borg will know if you piss me off any more!”
Sam stomped on that huge, red palm, gritting his teeth at the crack of fine bones. His lungs were burning, but there was not much left to say. He turned on his heel and kicked St. Nick’s face so hard the old man rolled to the lockers.
“More?”
“Always fucking said women aren’t logical!” Nick growled and grabbed Sam’s foot to pull it, but with the pain from his hand, he didn’t have enough strength.
“Shut up,” growled Sam, rushing back to his locker. He fumbled through his stuff until he found the familiar metal shape. It was high time, because St. Nick was already getting himself up. Sam grabbed his good hand from underneath him, gripping hard not to slip on the sweat.
“What you wanna do, huh? You think you’ll tell Borg I’m a rat, and he’ll believe a lying woman over me?”
Sam pushed his knee against St. Nick’s back and yanked his injured hand back, cuffing them together.
“You die today,” he muttered with a shake to his breath. He might as well lose everything, too. But he wasn’t a coward, and he wouldn’t just shoot St. Nick like a dog to cover for himself.
