Her eyes were wide as she scanned the room.
I shut the door and moved down a few, testing one I was sure was unused. The light was on inside and I saw Tequila, Big Pizza's wife, sucking the cock of Gripper. She looked at us, licking her lips.
Gripper waved. "Room's taken." He chuckled.
I shut the door. I gave Donna a surprised look and shrugged. I moved to the next and opened it. It was dark. I flipped on the light and moved to the simple bed. The wool blanket looked like military surplus and was dusty. I gave Donna an eyebrow and began removing my pants.
She blushed and removed hers.
It is always so special to see a woman unclothe. She was undressing for me. I pushed her back down onto the bed and eyeballed her pussy. She had a big, beautiful pussy with puffy, hanging lips. She was trimmed, her hair down there that same light brown as her hair up top.
I pushed her back and stuck my face in between her legs.
She gasped in surprise and tensed, but when I pressed my tongue against her clit, she flopped back limp. I ran my tongue up and down her hardening nub, her taste much like as if I had licked the back of her hand. I jabbed two fingers inter her hole and began sawing.
She was almost breathless. "I didn't know you were going to do that... Ungh..."
"I wasn't planning on it. But I kinda wanted to once I saw you strip out of your jeans."
She sighed with tension. "Oh you dirty, dirty man. Don't stop." Her head was thrown back; she wasn't even looking down at me. I licked more, moving her folds on her puffy pussy. She had a big one. Kristy's was tiny compared to Donna's. I ran my tongue up and down until she was moaning and writhing on the bed. My dick was hard and I considered getting up and just jamming it into her hole; it looked like she needed a good, hard cock.
But I hadn't asked her and I didn't think that would be such a good move.
When she bucked against my face and cried out, I was surprised that she had finished so fast. I had only licked her for maybe ten minutes.
She twisted away from me, shuddering and panting heavily. With her jeans off, she looked better. She had wide hips and thick thighs made for riding a Harley. Or a cock. She said, "Lay down. I'll do the same for you. You don't have anything contagious, do you?"
"Nope."
"Me, neither." She leaned over and took my hardness into her mouth. The envelopment of warm, wet sensation slid down my shaft and massaged it. Her tongue and mouth and lips were so soft they felt like hot pudding. I groaned heavily and then sighed with relief. I closed my eyes as her mouth became the focus of everything. Her tongue moved around the helmet of my cock sending me twirling with her tongue.
Or the Scotch. Whatever, I enjoyed it.
She jacked my shaft, sucking on the head and then pulled her mouth off. "Whew, I forgot how hard this was."
"Hard?"
"Keeping my jaws open so I don't drag my teeth. I stopped sucking my husband long ago." She went back to it and I sighed again. She sucked more insistently, stroking faster.
It felt great, and I relaxed to allow that tickle in my feet to develop into something greater. I panted faster, my hips unable to keep still.
She hummed a laugh around my cock and kept going.
Out of respect for her, I gasped out, "I'm going to cum."
She sucked harder.
That blew my mind and my dick. I groaned out as my shaft began jerking and shooting cum into her mouth. She kept her head still and just sucked. Wow, you go, Donna. Do it.
She pulled off, licking her lips and smiling. She moved up and planted her lips down onto mine.
Oh you naughty woman. I kissed her and tasted myself. Fortunately, I didn't taste much, so I guess my stuff wasn't gross.
She giggled and got up. "My husband could never do it."
"Do it?"
"Kiss me after." She picked up her jeans. "Thank you, that was fun."
I chuckled. "Yeah, kind of a surprise."
"All around."
I nodded. "Let's go have some more Scotch."
"Where's the new patch, anyway? Demon Rider?"
I pointed a finger at her and whispered, "Never to be seen again."
"Something happened?"
"Just between you and me? He was working for the government. Paid snitch or whatever. He won't be back but I wouldn't ask around about it."
She frowned. "Okay. I didn't like him anyway."
I laughed. "Me neither."
EPILOGUE
I sat drinking my third Scotch after playing around with Donna.
Kristy had come out a half hour before and was sitting on the arm of my chair. Donna gave her a few uncertain looks and me some secretive smiles.
Dealer had been in and out, grabbing a slice of that ridiculous monstrosity of a pizza. After he finished, he went back to his office.
He wasn't in there more than a few minutes. He came back out, drink in hand and something rolled up under his arm. "Jimmy!" His shout silenced the clubhouse.
I blinked, wondering what I had done.
He said, "What the fuck are you doing running around in denim? You trying to look like a biker?"
I was at a loss. "My windbreaker wasn't cutting it."
"Windbreaker?" He laughed derisively. "So now you're trying to look all bad-ass? Growing out your beard and wearing a black denim jacket?"
What the fuck? I spread my hands, my left fingers curled around my glass. "Should I be wearing a bikini?"
The clubhouse erupted in laughter.
But Dealer wasn't smiling. He advanced on me, staggering a bit. "You come in here, drink our booze and eat our food. And now you're wearing denim?"
"I didn't know it was a—"
He tossed what he had under his arm down onto my lap.
I froze and the club went silent.
For the life of me, I can't say I would ever want to be a man and cry. Not in front of so many tough men and tough women. No, not ever. Please, God, don't let these tears slide down my cheeks.
But it was too fucking late. Cheeks wet and my outspread arms trembling, I looked down at what he had thrown.
In my lap was a vest. A single bottom rocker was affixed that said, "PROSPECT."
Thank you for reading Book 2 of the Iron Crows MC. The adventures of Jim and Kristy Butcher will continue in Book 3.
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