“Painful?” She asked as she snipped through the material.
I grinned. “No.”
After completely shearing through the left side, she began on the right.
When she finished, she lifted the top portion of denim from me and tossed it aside. Then, she cut off my boxers.
She set the knife and scissors on the floor at her side, stood, and admired her handiwork. “You look better naked than you do with clothes.”
“So do you.”
“I don’t think so.” She took a few steps away from me and squeezed her boobs. “They’re small.”
I watched her squeeze the smooth skin in her delicate hands. Her boobs weren’t small at all. They were perfect.
“They’re perfect.”
“Thank you.” She nodded her head toward my crotch. “Stroke your cock.”
Her remark caught me off guard. “Excuse me?”
“Stroke your cock. It’s not hard anymore. I want to watch you stroke it.”
She didn’t have to ask me again. I gripped it in my hand and started stroking it.
As I did, she began to finger herself and play with her tits.
“Faster,” she said.
Slowly, she worked her middle finger in and out of her pussy.
I stroked myself a little quicker as I anxiously watched her.
“Faster,” she breathed. “Stroke it…stroke it like you want to come. I want to watch you come. I want to see it burst out of the tip.”
“Alexandra, I…”
She began to finger herself feverishly. Her breathing became choppy.
With my eyes fixed on her, I worked my fist up and down my cock, stroking it fully and firmly.
“I want to watch your face when you come,” she said. “And I want you to see mine when I do.”
Facing each other, we worked toward pleasuring ourselves.
With her eyes fixed between my legs, and her hand shoved deep between hers, she drove me insane.
I stroked my cock like an overanxious teen, hoping to come like a porn star, impressing her with every droplet that shot from the tip.
“Fuck yes, Adam.” She fingered herself as she spoke. “Stroke that big dick.”
I continued to stroke my clenched fist up and down the stiff shaft.
“God that’s hot,” she breathed. “Stroke it….oh God, yes.”
Hearing her talk dirty was too much.
While on the verge of giving her exactly what she wanted, she pulled her hand from between her legs and gracefully walked toward me.
“Take the weight off your foot,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I slowed my pace and gave her a confused look. “What are you doing?”
She grinned. “I’m going to ride…I want your cock.”
Her hair was fixed straight. The mixture of brown and blonde strands rained down over her shoulders, stopping halfway to her perfectly perky boobs.
She was a remarkably beautiful woman, and I was coming to realize that her beauty was truly well beyond what I was able to see.
Lost in her gorgeous looks, my gaze went blank. I felt her climbing on top of me, and then…
Her wet pussy enveloped the tip.
Jesus.
Then, she worked her hips back and forth, eventually taking an inch or so inside of her tightness.
Fuck.
My eyes came into focus.
Her face was plastered with a grin. “You’ve got a big dick.”
“You’ve got a tiny pussy.”
She grinned. “Good combination, huh?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
She clenched her jaw, growled, and pushed herself against me. A few more inches disappeared inside of her wetness.
Her muscles tensed and she inhaled a deep breath. Then, she worked her hips back and forth, fucking only what portion of my cock had already penetrated her. After lubricating it with her juices for several seconds, she forced herself against all that remained.
She grunted and growled as she forced it into her folds.
It felt like heaven.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh, hell yes,” she breathed. “That’s a really big dick.”
Penetrating her completely wasn’t easy, but holy shit it felt good.
She rested on top of my lap for a moment. “Painful?”
I shook my head. “No.”
She rested her hands against my thighs, took a deep breath, and then arched her back. Slowly, she lifted her pussy up the shaft until the tip was barely penetrating her lips.
She exhaled, met my gaze, and then grinned. “Ready?”
What in the fuck did I get myself into?
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
Then, for the first time in my life, I actually made love to a woman.
No, strike that comment.
She made love to me.
Chapter One Hundred Twelve
Lex
I woke up, looked around the dark room, and tried to remember when we came to bed. Tired and confused, I rolled onto my back, relaxed, and stared up at the ceiling.
After a moment or two I recalled fucking Adam on the couch, and how the two of us had reached climax at the same time.
I vaguely remembered coming to the bedroom afterward.
I’d cut his pants off with scissors.
Without taking my eyes away from the ceiling, I grinned and reached to the side. After fumbling beneath the covers for a few seconds, I found his flaccid cock.
It was monstrous when hard, and when combined with my narrow hips and tight twat, it was heavenly.
I turned to the side, realized he was still asleep, and wondered how early – or late – it was.
I guessed it didn’t matter, I was wide awake.
I slipped under the covers, using caution not to disturb his foot. On my hands and knees beside him, I guided his limp cock into my mouth.
I took his entire length into my mouth slowly, and then waited. It began to increase in size. The thought of sucking his cock while he slept made me wet, instantly.
With one hand between my legs, and one holding my weight off his thighs, I began to simultaneously rub my clit and suck his big dick.
The tip of my finger circled my swollen nub at a rapid pace while I slowly sucked his cock, using caution not to wake him.
Tension built within me, and I realized I was on the verge of climax. With my mouth buried on his shaft, I paused and rubbed myself with three fingers violently.
Refraining from waking him up while his cock was in my throat was an incredible sensation. Reaching climax without waking him was even better.
My muscles tensed. I shoved two fingers deep inside and grinded my palm against my clit.
The orgasm seemed to last forever. Keeping it hidden from him wasn’t easy at all. When it finally subsided, I slid my fingers out of my wet pussy and rubbed my tender clit until no more aftershocks came.
Satisfied for the time being, I began to suck him slowly and completely. Feeling him deep in my throat was satisfying in itself. A difficult sensation to explain, having him in my mouth made me feel as if I was in control, gave me a tremendous sense of accomplishment, and somehow allowed me to feel slightly vulnerable at the same time.
He twisted back and forth “What…”
Lost in the satisfaction of having his big dick in my mouth, I didn’t realize what I was doing was waking him.
I stopped and held still.
Eventually, he went back to sleep.
So, I started sucking again.
I slid my mouth up and down his thick shaft, pressing the tip into my throat with each full stroke. With his entire cock and balls covered in my saliva, I found it fascinating that he continued to sleep.
In no time, I was aroused beyond compare.
I pushed my fingertip past my wet lips, and continued until it was as deep as I could force it.
Then, I added another.
I was soaked. In and out I worked my fingers whi
le I slowly sucked his throbbing dick.
I added another finger.
My fingers were small, but the third drove me wild. I couldn’t take it any longer. I carefully lifted my mouth from his shaft.
I fumbled to straddle him, hoping I could somehow fuck him as he slept. Before I lowered myself onto the tip, he coughed.
“What…what are…Alexandra?”
I steadied myself. “Uh huh?”
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice coarse and dry.
“Loving you,” I said.
“I’m loving you, too. What. What uhhm. What time is it?”
I reached for his cock. “Does it matter?”
“Guess not.”
I guided the tip in, gasping as it penetrated me. After working my hips back and forth for a few seconds, I had enough of him inside of me to pause for a moment.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
He inhaled a deep breath, grasped my shoulders firmly in his hands, and in one swift motion, rolled me onto my back.
“Adam,” I gasped. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“You worry about you,” he said. “And let me worry about me.”
“Okay.”
I felt pressure from him slightly penetrating me, and then it stopped.
“The question you need to ask yourself is this, my dear,” he said. “Are you ready?”
On my back, and gazing up at his shadowy silhouette, I responded. “I think so.”
Upon receiving my verbal nod of approval, he slowly forced himself into me.
Entirely.
I gulped a breath. Before I could mentally – or physically – prepare for anything more, he withdrew his hips, extracting himself from me completely.
I exhaled and then took another quick breath.
Without warning, he shoved himself into me fully, causing all the air to shoot from my lungs.
With his cock buried deep inside of me, he swept my hair away from my face and then kissed me. The kiss was sensual and aggressive, lasting for several satisfying minutes.
When our lips eventually parted, I was a mess of sexual emotion.
“Okay, now I’m ready,” he said. “And, I’m going to show you what fucking is all about.”
I didn’t realize we were in a fuck contest, but it sure sounded fun. Just to make sure he gave me his all, I offered a little nudge.
I reached to the side, grabbed a pillow in each hand, and squeezed them tight in preparation of what was sure to come.
“Bring it, you crippled old man,” I said, trying not to laugh.
It was like I’d released a rodeo bull from the gate.
The tips of his fingers dug deep into the flesh of my ass, and he began to fuck me without reservation, or much mercy.
It was wonderful.
With each stroke, I huffed a breath, trying my best to stay in rhythm with his forceful thrusts.
“Too much cock for you?” he asked.
My response came past my lips like a shot. “Excuse me?”
He pulled his hips back, paused, and then slammed it in balls-deep. “Is my cock too big?”
I exhaled. “No.”
He withdrew himself until the tip was tickling my throbbing clit.
“Are you sure?”
I gripped the pillows firmly. “Positive.”
He thrust his hips forward with so much force that it drove the air from my lungs.
“Sure?” he asked.
“Actually,” I said. “I wish it was a little bigger. But I’ll see if you can make up for it in form and stamina.”
Adam had a temper – and a competitive side – and on that morning, I found out how to push his buttons. He fucked me like he needed to prove a point, and prove a point he did.
When he finally decided I’d had enough, he allowed himself to reach climax. At the time, I was flat on my back, exhausted, and giving no more verbal resistance.
“I’m going to come all over you,” he said.
I’d already had more orgasms than I could count. “Do it,” I breathed. “Cover me.”
He pulled himself from inside of me and began to stroke his cock over my stomach. With the early morning sun seeping in through the windows, I watched eagerly.
His back arched, his muscular torso tightened, and he bellowed out into the room.
The come shot from the tip of his dick in spurts, covering my stomach, tits, and neck in its wet warmth.
Seeing him come so violently was a huge turn-on, and a great finale for our sex-filled night.
After the last drop escaped him, he let out a breath.
I gazed at the cum, and then at him. “That was hot.”
He flexed his bicep. “Not bad for a crippled old man, huh?”
“Not bad at all,” I said with a smile.
Chapter One Hundred Thirteen
Cholo
I pulled into the shop and parked the bike about twenty feet from the bench where they were gathered. After I pulled on my hat, Crip gave me a nod.
“You look like the cat that ate the fucking canary,” he said. “What gives?”
I got off the bike, steadied myself, and shrugged. “Just in a good mood.”
He glanced at Pee Bee and Smokey, and eventually looked at me again, grinning as he did so. “Well, maybe here in a minute you’ll be in a better one.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Had a meeting last night.”
“Who had a meeting last night?”
“The club.”
I shot him a confused look. “Didn’t hear about no fucking meeting.”
He chuckled. “Hope not. You weren’t invited.”
I wondered what in the fuck the club needed to meet about that didn’t involve me, and grew so angry I had to turn away. After walking half the distance to my bike, I turned around.
“What? I don’t give enough? I got strapped to a table and burned with a fucking blow torch, motherfucker,” I said through my teeth. “And, I didn’t say one fucking word. Not one. Cock sucker took a pair of pliers and ripped my teeth out until I damned near bled to death. Did he get anything out of me?”
He didn’t respond.
“Fuck no, he didn’t,” I growled.
He turned around and walked toward the work bench.
“Don’t walk away from me when I’m fucking mad, Crip. What was the fucking meeting about?”
He turned around, and tossed a black duffel bag at my feet. It landed with a heavy thud.
“It was about that,” he said, motioning toward the duffel bag.
I looked at it, and then at him. “What is it?”
“It’s a couple Calle 18 heads. We killed a few more of ‘em last night. I put their heads in that bag. Open it up.”
Reluctantly I reached for the bag’s zipper. After taking a deep breath, I pulled it open. Stacks of banded money filled the bag to the top. My eyes slowly widened.
“Holy shit,” I said. “How much is it?”
“That? That’s part of it. After what I got from Lefty’s and what Tree Top got from the other place, we had quite a bit.”
I took another look, and then zipped the bag. After checking over each shoulder I attempted to kick the bag toward him, but failed miserably, almost falling on my ass in the process.
“So, what was the meeting about?” I asked, feeling like I got an incomplete answer the first time.
“Trying to decide what to do with the money,” he said.
I nodded. “And why wasn’t I here?”
“I needed to get answers without you mean-mugging the fellas into submission.”
I envisioned a new shop with lifts, a paint booth, and a soda machine that was filled with beer.
“What did they say?”
“Hell, I would have settled for 51%,” he said. “But the club voted, and it was unanimous.”
“What’d they decide?”
“Decided that bag in front of you is yours, Brother.”
My heart raced, but I
knew it was a joke. There had to be well over a hundred grand in the bag. That amount of money would get me so close to buying a house I could taste it.
“What’d they really decide?” I asked.
Pee Bee cleared his throat. “Club voted, Cholo. Decided the men who took the risks get the reward. Men who risked it in this was the eleven that went and got those girls out, and then me and Crip coming to get you, and then all of us going to Lefty’s shop. That’s what they decided. That’s your cut.”
I looked at Crip. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “It’s yours, Brother. Can’t argue with a unanimous vote.”
He was right. The bylaws were clear.
But, I had to know.
“How. How uhhm. How much is it?”
“Your cut?” he asked.
I nodded.
“That’s $980,000, give or take. We were here half the fucking night counting it.”
It didn’t make sense. I looked at the bag, and then at each of them.
“Was about $1,200,000 total. Man who risked the most got paid the most. Each of us got $20,000. There’s eleven of us.” He walked toward me. When he reached me, he patted me on the shoulder. “And Brother, there’s only one of you. Appreciate ya, Cholo. You’re one tough son-of-a-filthy-fucking-bitch.”
My heart was in my throat. I swallowed hard, looked down at the bag, and held my gaze. I couldn’t look up. I’d been through way too much, and the emotion was getting to me.
“It’s…It’s uhhm. That’s mine? No shit?”
He patted me on the shoulder again. “Sure is. Keep it somewhere safe and spend it wisely.”
I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and nodded. “I’ll do it, Brother.”
“I’ll help you get it loaded up,” he said.
I followed him to my bike, and finally overcame my emotions enough to speak.
“I uhhm. I’d like to. I’d like to give some of it to those fellas that came and saved me, Brother? The other guys.”
He barked out a laugh. “My brothers from another mother?”
I nodded. I owed my life to them, that much was sure.
He shook his head. “They don’t do it for money, or for fame,” he said. “They do it for the same reason we do. For the brotherhood.”
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