Wayward Angel

by K. Renee

  Gunner looks at Charlie for a minute before saying, "Go home, you're done for the night. You ever disrespect a women again, and I’ll let my cousin beat your ass. I'm sure Prez won't like to know someone is talking like that to his little girl."

  Gunner turns to Anslie and says, "Sorry about that, babe. Any time you want to come back, let me know. I'll let you in for free and drinks on the house." Anslie looks between Gunner and me, shocked.

  "Okay," she stutters.

  "Come on doll, let's get you home and naked."

  Her cheeks turn a nice shade of pink, which is a good look on her. Gunner shakes his head and walks back into Black, following Charlie. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her to me. I tuck her body into mine and we walk to my bike.

  Chapter Twelve

  Brantley pulls his bike into the parking lot of my apartment complex and parks close to the front door. As we get off, I hear him whistle before saying, “Damn, this is a nice place you got here.”

  I just roll my eyes.

  “Yeah, I guess. This is part of the 'go to college and forget about you' package.” I slap my hand over my mouth. That wasn't supposed to come out.

  Brantley looks over at me with a knowing look. “Go to college and forget about me package?” His brows furrow in confusion.

  I unlock the door and motion for him to come inside. He walks in, closes the door behind him and looks around. His gaze lands on the three photos on the mantle. One is of me and Casey, the second is of me, my dad and my brothers, and the last one is of me and Brant.

  He stares at the one of us. We are sitting at my Dad's, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, and we're both laughing at something. We look happy, like a real couple. Casey framed it and gave it to me when we first moved into the apartment. I had no idea that she'd even taken it.

  I look down at the ground. “Yeah, he told me to go to college, forget about you, get married and have babies. So here I am.” I lift my arms and motion to everything around us.

  He grabs my chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing my face up to his. His eyes flash with anger that my dad would say that. “Baby, I went to Oregon because my old man said he’d tell Prez and the brothers what he thought was going on between us if I didn't leave you alone.”

  A tear slips down my cheek. Brantley bends his head to mine and kisses it away. I link my fingers together behind his neck and kiss him with all the passion I have in me. I hate that our dads are the reason we never got together.

  He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Breaking the kiss, he pants, “Bedroom?”

  I point to the master bedroom and he swiftly walks to the door and fumbles to open it. Once inside, he slams the door and pushes me up against it.

  My dress is now resting above my hips and my wet pussy is pulsing against his rock hard abs and black shirt. Unzipping my dress and pulling it down my arms, he kisses down my neck and collarbone to my breasts and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. As he swirls his tongue around the now hardened peak, I moan and press my chest into his mouth even more. He pushes me into the door, the hand he was holding my ass with creeping towards my pussy.

  His rough fingertips stroke my opening and he presses a finger into my core and starts pumping in and out in a feverish pace. He bites my nipple and soothes it with his tongue. Moving to my other one, he gives it the same attention. I arch my back and moan as his fingers hit my g-spot. When he bites my other nipple, I instantly scream and come so hard I'm seeing stars.

  He unzips his jeans and lets them fall to his knees. Once his big, hard cock is lined up with my pussy, he begins to rock me against the tip. I moan as he touches my clit with the piercing on the tip of his cock.

  Grabbing on to his shoulders, I pull him to me, trying to get his cock inside of me. He's so big that he has to enter me slowly, rocking into me inch by inch until he comes to the proof that I'm still a virgin. He pauses and rasps, “Doll, you're still a virgin?”

  I can feel my face flush with embarrassment. “Yeah,” I moan.

  “I don't want to hurt you, baby,” he gasps. He holds his body still, waiting for permission to move.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  He pushes in and breaks through my virginity with one quick thrust. I cry out in pain and he holds himself still inside of me.

  “I'm sorry, doll,” he whispers against my hair, kissing my forehead.

  I take a few deep breaths and, when the pain subsides, I tell him to move. He begins to rock into me slowly. The pain disappears and all I can feel is my pleasure increasing as his piercing hits my g-spot at just the right angle. My back arches and I feel like my body is going to explode.

  “Doll, your cunt is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing me and I can feel every ripple of pleasure I'm giving you.” His hand reaches down and rubs my clit.

  “Oh God,” I moan. I'm gonna come any second. I can feel him get harder and I squeeze my thighs together to get more friction. He rubs my clit with his thumb and I scream out his name as I come.

  “Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good,” he grunts as he thrusts into me harder and faster. After a few more thrusts, he moans my name and comes inside of me. He's still inside of me when he walks me to the bed. Laying me down, he places kisses down my body as he slowly pulls out. I whimper at the loss of him. We lie on the bed in a mass of tangled limbs. My head is on his chest and he's running his fingers up and down my back as I fall asleep.

  A few hours later, I wake to the sound of a phone beeping. I'm still tucked into Brantley's side and our legs are entwined. Carefully, I extract myself from him and go in search of the beeping phone. When I finally find it, the screen is lit up with a text message.

  Kelsey: B come back, I need your huge cock in me

  I instantly drop his phone. Oh my God, he has a girlfriend. He just slept with me and he has a girlfriend! I'm starting to panic. I pick his phone up off the ground and set it back down where I found it, trying to pretend that I didn't just read that message.

  His voice startles me. “Doll, come back to bed.” He yawns.

  I look over at him. God, he's so hot, with his messy hair and sleepy grey eyes. He reaches his hand out and pulls me onto the bed.

  “Your girlfriend just texted you.” I sneer.

  He looks confused for a second, but then a small grin appears on his sexy face. “I don't have a girlfriend,” he replies casually.

  “Oh no?” I ask. “Then who's Kelsey?”

  God, I sound like a crazy jealous girlfriend. Just because we just had sex doesn't mean I have any claim over him.

  “She's a girl I fuck in Oregon.” He smirks. “You jealous doll?”

  I shake my head no and turn away as tears start to pull in my eyes. I thought that once we hooked up, things would be different. I guess not.

  “You are, doll. It’s kinda hot seeing you all jealous.” He pulls me on top of him. I push against his chest trying to get him to release me. “Stop fighting me, Ans. Listen to what I have to say.”

  I wait for him to continue.

  “Doll, no one will ever compare to you. You will always be the sunshine in this dark life I live. She means nothing to me and you - you mean everything. I have to keep you off my mind or I am liable to come back here and claim you.”

  Hearing he would claim me if he could makes me want to jump for joy. I cuddle back with him on the bed.

  Then I hear his phone go off again, and I instantly tense up.

  “Anslie, don't think about her. Focus on right here, right now.”

  “Okay.” I sigh and close my eyes, but the only thing I can think of is him fucking some big-breasted whore. After a few minutes, I fall back asleep wrapped up in his arms.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I wake up a little after ten, feeling deliciously sore. Brantley's side of the bed is empty and cold.

  He left.

  Fuck him. I finally got him in bed. If that's all I'm meant to get from him, then I'll just have to deal with it
.

  I stretch as I get up and walk into my bathroom. When I'm done, I walk back into my room and see a note on the dresser.

  Doll,

  Don't think I just left this morning because it didn't mean anything, because it did. I have some club stuff to deal with. I'll call you.

  Brant

  There's a smile on my face and I read the note over and over. I'm still sitting in bed, reading about my new boyfriend, when my phone goes off. Looking down, I see Brant's name on the screen and break into a big smile.

  Brantley: doll, I can't wait to feel that sexy pussy of yours on my cock again.

  Me: oh yea?

  Brantley: fuck baby just think about you gets me rock hard. I need to be in you.

  Me: come over then :)

  Brantley: I can't have some club business. I'll be there tomorrow morning. be wet and waiting

  I frown. I thought he was here just visiting his cousin..

  Me: I won't be in town tomorrow. :(

  Brantley: where you going?

  Me: out of town with Casey. Its girls night :)

  He doesn't text me back right away. Maybe he's busy or maybe he's with Kelsey. Thinking about her right now leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

  A few hours later, he finally texts me back, right when I'm in the middle of doing laundry and cleaning the apartment. I run through the living room and straight to my bedroom to get my phone and open the message with a huge smile on my face.

  Brantley: where you girls going tomorrow

  Me: the next town over. Her friend manages a club there

  Brantley: when you coming home? I want that sweet cunt of yours

  My body is instantly hot, and I want him so badly my clit is throbbing. I need relief and fast.

  Me: we don't want to drink and drive so some time tomorrow. Unless we find some sexy guys to take us home ;)

  Brantley: Fuck that shit. Your mine. No one else will touch your pussy if they want to live.

  Oh my God! Hearing him call me his is probably the hottest thing I have ever heard.

  Brantley: you better not be out trolling for douche bags

  Me: well if I happen to run into a sexy biker with colorful sleeves and a WS cut, I won't be able to stop myself from going home with him.

  Brantley: sometimes I just want to spank your ass doll. You did that on purpose.

  Me: ;)

  We text a little longer before I have to start getting ready. Giddy at the thought of seeing him again, I focus more on my appearance. I shower and curl my hair into big, voluminous curls that flow down my back. After applying light makeup and bright red lipstick, I find my slate grey bandage dress – my favorite because it's tight in all the right places - and slip it on. I put my black pumps and add some red jewelry to finish off the look.

  Walking into the living room, I find Casey wearing a similar outfit, but in a dark blue color and with black sling-backs.

  "Great minds think alike!" she says while waggling her eyebrows up and down.

  "Hell yeah! We look hot!" I say before grabbing my bag.

  "Oh my God, bitch! I heard B punched Charlie! What the fuck was that about?" She stares at me with a knowing look and a smirk on her face.

  "Charlie pretty much called me a biker whore and said he should have fucked me when I first showed up with you. You know how Brant is..." I say and wave off the conversation.

  "Is he here for good? I couldn't believe that was him!"

  I shake my head and sigh. "No, he's only here for a couple of days.."

  "Then why aren't you fucking that sexy-as-fuck biker right now?" she screeches.

  "Chill! He has club business tonight. He wanted to come over tomorrow morning, but I said we would be out for girls night anyway."

  She looks at me like I'm crazy. "Please tell me you're not going to let him leave without getting off at least a dozen more times!"

  I swear, all she thinks about is sex. Even though the thought of fucking Brantley multiple times gets me so fucking turned on, I also want it to mean more than just fucking.

  We spend the evening at the club Saraphine, dancing and drinking the night away. Halfway through the night, I feel a set of arms slip around my waist, but I don't get the tingly feeling I get with Brant, so I know it's not him. I turn and come face-to-face with a good-looking guy, who is probably about ten years older than me.

  He pulls my body closer to him and tries to grind against me. I don't want his hands on me. I want to get out of his grip, but he just presses his body closer to me and flexes his fingers into my skin. I can feel the bruises starting as I swing my elbow into his stomach. With a loud grunt, he finally loosens his grip on my arms. I extract myself from him and walk away as fast as I can.

  He grabs me again and pulls me to him. "Bitch, you do that again and you won't make it home."

  My blood runs cold. I'm trying to figure out what to do when I hear a commotion in the background. When the douche bag looks up, a fist comes down on his face and he drops to the ground, pulling me down with him. I hear Casey scream my name and I see Brantley and Gunner run up to me. Brantley picks me up off the ground while Gunner kicks the guy in the stomach a few times.

  "Doll, you okay?" he whispers in my ear. I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. "Baby, it's okay, I got you now." His hand strokes down my back and he kisses my head.

  The crowd is staring at us like we are crazy, but I don't care. I'm just glad he came and kept that asshole from hurting me.

  The bouncers make their way to us and tell us we all need to go. "That's all right," Brant says with a chuckle. "I already got what I came here for." He smirks at the bouncer as he leads me and Casey out the front door.

  Once outside, he checks me over and then kisses me hard on the lips. I hear Casey giggle and say, “About damn time.” Brantley grins against my lips and leads me to Casey's car.

  "We'll follow you girls home. When we get there, Anslie, you and I are going to be up all night in your room." He winks before shutting the car door on me.

  Watching him straddle his bike, I get turned on. I can't help what watching his body move does to me - his muscles ripple in the most delicious way.

  "Damn, Ans. If he wasn't yours, I would totally fuck him right now. He is so fucking sexy,” Casey says.

  I smile and thank God I get to go home with that tonight.

  We pull up outside of our apartment and I watch Gunner open Casey's car door for her. She smiles her "I want to fuck you" smile and grabs his hand, leading him inside. I hear Brantley start to laugh and I shake my head. That girl fucks everyone.

  Brantley pulls me to him and leads me inside. Once the front door is open, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his hips. I feel his erection stiffen under my needy core, and I can't wait for to pull his jeans down a few inches, so I can impale myself on his huge cock. He kisses down my neck and sucks my nipple through my dress.

  When he finally lays me on my bed, I release my hold on him. He runs his hands up my body and then slips them under my dress, yanking my panties off and kissing up my thigh. I take a deep breath and hold it as his tongue sweeps up my thigh to my needy core. God, I want him to take me in his mouth now. When I put my hands on his head and tug his face to my clit, I hear a rumble as he laughs at my attempt to move him where I want him.

  "Mm doll, you smell amazing. I can't wait to feast on your fucking beautiful pussy.”

  I feel shivers down my back as he gently blows on my clit before spearing his tongue into my aching sex. His teeth gently pull on my clit and he sucks it into his warm, wet mouth. I can feel the tingle beginning in my spine and I arch my back off the bed, shamelessly grinding my pussy in his face. I want to come so bad. I can feel him smirk against my sex and he rubs his week's worth of beard growth along my arching center. "Oh fuck," I shout out. Just the feeling of his beard on my sensitive flesh causes my body to convulse. I whimper and grip his hair harder in my hands.

  "Come for me, doll," he groans against my dripping wet sex.
I come so hard that I can't feel my limbs. He licks up my come and helps me come down from my orgasm.

  "Holy shit," I gasp as I'm trying to catch my breath.

  "Fuck doll, you are a fucking sight when you come. I could do that to you all fucking day." He grins that sexy smile at me.

  I reach down and pull him up my body. He kisses me hard and I can taste my juices on his lips.

  "I wanna fuck you baby," he growls, and I feel his erection on my thigh. I smile at him with a challenge.

  He smirks and quickly flips me over. "You ever had any one here?" He asks as his finger circles my rosebud.

  I shake my head no and moan at the sensation.

  "You want my dick here, Ans?"

  I nod my head yes.

  "I really want to take you here too." He smacks my ass and says, "I need to words, babe."

  "Please, Brant," I whimper. "I want to feel you everywhere."

  I look behind me and he has a grin on his face as he gets up off the bed and walk towards the door. "Stay right where you are doll. Don't move."

  Waiting for him to return, I hear laughing down the hall. He must be talking to Gunner and Casey.

  He walks in and shuts the door behind him. "Sorry babe, had to borrow something from your girl."

  I throw him a dirty look and he starts to laugh before adding, "Don't worry, she was getting her brains fucked out by Gunner. She didn't even notice me when I snatched the bottle off her bed."

  My mouth drops open. "What in the hell did you need from her room?" I shriek and jump off the bed.

  He smiles and shakes a bottle of lube in my face. “I told you I wanted to fuck your ass, so I needed this to help you loosen up. Lay back down, now!" he barks.

  When I comply, he winks at me, squeezes the lube on his fingers and starts to massage it in my ass. I feel the tip of his finger probing the rosebud as it slowly enters in and out of my tight hole. The sensation is fucking amazing. When he pushes the tip in more I tense up.