by Amy Davies
“Just thinking,” I reply, looking back at the TV.
His fingers trace my lion tattoo on my arm. Over the lion face, then the flower side to it. My skin pebbles, and my body heats up. He knows how to flick the switch inside of me; his touch ignites me.
“Tell me about your tattoos.” The tone of his voice is soft, and it tells me he’s genuinely interested.
“I had my elephant one on my eighteenth birthday. It was a spur of the moment and I thought it looked cute,” I explain, sounding breathless from his touch.
“Go on.” His fingers leave a trail of fire on my skin. Sucking in a deep breath, I explain the rest.
“Lani and me had matching anklets, and I added the feather. Lani had a dream catcher. The feather symbolizes trust, honor, strength, wisdom, power, and freedom. Everything I believe in; what the club believes in. The club is my life as much as it is yours, Joey.” Nodding, he smiles down at me, then leans in and kisses my lips. The touch zips right to my clit, making it pulse with an electric surge that is enough to power my whole P-Town for fucking hours.
I move, straddling his thighs. He hisses when my pussy rubs against his bionic cock, the material of his shorts doing nothing to contain his shaft.
“You feel good against me, babe. But are you sure? I don’t want you to hurt more,” he groans.
God, this man.
“I’m okay. I wouldn’t lie about my health, Joey,” I tell him, and he nods, leaning in to kiss me. Our tongues duel and dance. His hands slide over my thigh and around to grip my butt. He rubs me against him, moving me over his shaft.
“That feels good,” I moan, closing my eyes.
“I can feel the heat from your pussy, baby. But I need to feel skin.”
One thing I know about Magnum, he loves skin to skin touches. Pulling my shirt over my head, I’m bare before him. His eyes darken with lust, and that look makes me hotter.
Licking his lips, his eyes rake over me. My nipples pucker and I arch my back, offering them to him. I am not ashamed of my body; I’m in decent shape. I’m lucky that I can eat whatever I want and not put weight on—good metabolism my auntie always told me, but I think it’s genetics, because my mom was a small lady too.
“Magnum,” I cry out when his hot mouth latches onto one of my nipples and sucks hard. He devours my breasts, moving from one to the other. Licking, sucking and biting me. My pussy is dripping for this man.
“Stand up,” he commands, and I do, using one of his shoulders as support, as I can only use one hand, thanks to my injury. Gliding his hands up my legs, he kisses each thigh before pulling my panties down and throwing them across the room.
While I’m standing naked as the day I was born, Magnum looks up at me with lust-filled eyes, darker than I have seen before. He lifts his hips off the bed and slides his shorts off, the material joining my panties on the floor.
Bending my knees, I sit back down, resting my naked ass on his bare thighs; his gigantic cock resting between us. I lower my gaze, seeing the bubble of pre-cum that has formed there.
Biting the inside of my bottom lip, I slide my index finger over the tip, collecting the clear liquid and bringing it to his mouth—and paint his lips with his essence. His eyes focus on mine. We’re locked in a desired fog. Joey and Kara.
I expect him to grimace or flip, but he shocks me by gripping the back of my neck and slamming my mouth onto his. Sticking my tongue out, I lick his lips, letting his flavor hit my taste buds, and I moan, loudly. My pussy clenches.
“Fucking hell, baby. Only you can get away with doing that to me. My cum has never tasted so good,” he moans against my lips.
“You’ve tasted your own cum?” I ask, and he nods, smirking at me. “I thought men hated that shit.”
“Some do—I do. But with you… Fuck, you make everything better.”
Oh, the sexy motherfucking bastard.
I slam my mouth back onto his and we kiss, long, deep. Soul finding.
His fingers deftly find my clit and rub. Slow circles to start, but the more I moan and grind, the harder he pushes and faster he goes.
“More,” I plead, the tone of my voice higher than normal.
He gives me more; adding two fingers into me, forcing me to cry out. My pussy clenches around his digits. The sound of my arousal fills the room, along with my breathy pants.
“Oh shit. Yes, there. Oh, Joey,” I moan as my climax takes over, rushing through my body. Every inch of me is pulsing. Leaning forward, I rest my head on his shoulder, sucking air into my lungs.
The man has skills when it comes to making me come; his mouth, fingers and his cock, they always pull the most intense orgasm out of me, leaving me weak but wanting more.
Seventeen
Magnum
Not to be a cocky cunt, but I have made plenty of women come, and fuck me, none, and I mean none, have ever looked or sounded as sexy as Kara just did.
I can smell her climax. It fills the space around us, making my cock harder than it has ever been before. With my arms wrapped around her, she breathes in deeply, before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.
No words are spoken as we stare at each other, Kara trying to calm her breathing. The moment is ours, as cheesy as that sounds. For years I stayed clear of her for her own good, but now… now she is mine.
There is no way I can let her go. Not with the way she makes me feel, the way she has my cock dripping for her at every chance. Dirty fucker.
“That was crazy,” she says softly, giving me a smile. She licks her lips and the need to feel them against mine again takes over. Cupping the back of her neck, I pull her toward me.
The kiss is deep and intense, her mouth sensually moving with mine in that slow, calculated way. We stay like that for fuck knows how long, then I let out a loud hiss as I feel her hand wrap around my cock, squeezing.
“Fuck!”
“I may need to use my mouth, because this will be shit, what with me having only one useful hand,” she says in a low, husky tone. Fuck me, that’s sexy.
“As much I would never turn down a blowjob from you, baby. Are you sure you’re okay to do it?” I ask, brushing the hair away from her cheek.
Usually I don’t give a fuck how they feel. As long as a woman got me off, that was all that mattered. But Kara has me feeling and wanting things I never thought I would want. Being with her makes it all a million times better.
“Yep,” she replies, popping the ‘p’. Then she’s moving down between my legs, leaning on her elbow, making sure her injured hand is safe. With the other hand, she grips my cock, then sticks her tongue out, licking me from root to tip. My balls draw up, my body shivering from her touch.
“Open up, baby,” I tell her, taking my cock in hand and helping her out. He’s a big fucker and needs two hands or more in some cases to control him. Feeding him to her, she swallows me like a fucking champ. Gag reflex be damned.
“Fuck yeah, Risky. Take it, baby,” I grunt.
Her mouth is pure silk; warm, wet silk. I close my eyes, letting the feeling wash over me. This is my woman sucking my cock right now; the woman I’m falling in love with, the one who will wear my patch, my ring, and carry my children.
Holy shit, the vision of Kara round with my baby has my climax hitting the roof. My cum shoots out of the tip of my dick and straight down her throat, and in true Kara style, she swallows every drop, lapping at the tip.
“Yum,” she says sweetly, sitting back on her heels. She licks her lips, keeping her gaze locked on mine. I stare at her, taking in her flawless skin, which is a shade of pink from her climax.
The blush goes down her neck and onto her chest, almost touching her sweet tits. They fit perfectly in my hands, with a little spilling over. She always wears a bra that shapes them and gives her out of this world cleavage; it taunts me when she wears low-cut tops.
She yawns and then smiles.
“Come here, baby. You need to rest,” I say, laughing at her. She is one tough woman.
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p; “We can watch another movie or show, and talk,” she states, and moves up the bed, sitting next to me and snuggling in close. Reaching for the sheet, I pull it over us and reach for the TV remote, before flicking through, looking for something to watch.
I land on the movie, The Punisher. The show on Netflix is good, but the movie is far fucking better. We sit in silence and watch. It feels good; right.
Trailing my hand up and down her arm, every now and then she shivers, and I smile to myself at her reaction to my touches. Makes my ego grow every time. Fuck, it makes my dick grow too.
Looking down at her arm across my stomach, I remember she never told me about her lion tattoo. I take her wrist and turn her arm over to get a better look.
“Tell me about this?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over the design. The lion looks fierce on one side, on the other it’s made up of intricate, detailed flowers. The lion’s eye is the center of one of the flowers; the two eyes carry the only color in the tattoo. They are a bright blue, standing out against the black and grey shading.
Sighing, she adjusts her position, still against me but sitting more upright.
“When I turned twenty, did you hear that Lani and I were attacked? Lani got hurt more than me because I fought back against the bitches. Six girls attacked us because they were too pussy to fight one on one.”
“That’s how you got this, right?” I bring my hand up to her face, touching the small scar that cuts through her eyebrow.
“Yeah. I got hit with a fucking shoe of all things. We fought them off until the police arrived. Anyway, I was in the ER and a nurse made a comment that I might look like a delicate flower, but I’m fierce like a lioness. The next morning, I saw this tattoo and got it. It’s a reminder that I can be soft and gentle when needed, but also strong and fierce when I need to as well.”
“Fucking love that, babe. You are strong as fuck. I see it every day. But you also have the feminine touch of care for everyone,” I tell her, meaning every fucking word. She’s one of the strongest women I know.
“Thanks, beau,” she says, making me laugh. She smirks up at me and I shake my head before kissing the shit out of her.
“No way in hell are you calling me ‘beau’. Not happening, baby.”
Laughing, she nestles in closer, focusing on the movie once again, but that focus doesn’t last long. I feel her take a deep breath, her tits pushing against my side.
“Okay, maybe ‘stud muffin’ or ‘sweetie pie’.” I glare down at her and she laughs. “I take that as a no, then,” she pants out between laughs.
Fucking minx.
“You are fucking lucky you’re injured, or I would spank that ass of yours,” I tell her, only making her laugh harder.
I sit and watch her laugh, her smile big, brightening up her face. Her eyes are full of mischief, tears running down her cheeks.
“Fuck, I love that laugh. It always caught my attention when you were younger. Always brought a smile to every face that was around you.”
Something must trigger a memory, because her laughter stops, and her face looks somber all of a sudden. Drying her eyes, she brings her gaze to meet mine, and I see curiosity shining back at me.
“Why now, Joey? For years you kept your distance, pissing me off, hurting me, knowing that I had a stupid crush on you. All you had to do was be my friend back then, but you decided to be king asshole instead.”
Her words are true. I was a fucking dick back then. Hell, I am now. But I love the ‘King Asshole’ title. Knowing I will regret this move, I pick her up and sit her on my lap; her pussy sits right against my dick, waking him up again.
“Love the title, baby. You can call me that from now on, yeah?” I wink at her. She cracks a little smile and waits for me to say something.
“Okay, back then, yes, I was a prick to you. When I noticed the crush you had on me, I was already prospecting and I honestly thought you would grow out of it, but as the years went on, I noticed that your crush grew stronger. By the time you were fifteen, your body was changing—fuck, baby, I took note. This,” I gripped her ass and gave it a squeeze, “was shaping, and these…” I cup each tit, massaging them, using my thumb and index finger to tweak her nipples.
“Fuck, these grew overnight. You knew the younger boys around the club noticed, so your whole wardrobe changed. The tight jeans and tees, short shorts. Baby, you were fucking jailbait to all of us, and I saw how you would look at me, so I did stupid shit to push you away.”
“It fucking hurt, even though I knew you couldn’t touch me,” she declares. Nodding, I cup her face and lean in to kiss her softly.
“I know, baby. But I was a young buck who thought he knew everything, who was right in everything he did. As for why now, simple and honest: you were put in front of me, the perfect, shiny new Kara. If you were put in front of me a year ago, I think I would have called ‘dibs’ on you then, but the club has kept me so fucking busy over the years, and it’s only been the last few years that the Reg’s have been getting a tad old, ya know,” I say, shrugging.
“So, we could have already had a whole year of fucking and loving, if you had just pulled your head out of your ass and stopped fucking the skanky Regs and came to visit your parents once in a while?” she snipes back, making me laugh at her.
“Yeah, baby. What can I say, I’m a man and we fuck up. A lot.” I lean in to kiss her, when a knock comes on the door.
“Sorry, Pres. We need you. Some shit’s gone down at the studio,” Opal says through the door. Fucking hell, what now?
“Yeah, okay. I’ll be done in a sec.” I move Kara off me and set her gently on the bed, then climb out, pulling on my clothes as she snuggles back down into the blankets.
“Go. I’m going to get more sleep. Someone decided to play instead of letting me rest,” she says smugly. Chuckling, I sit on the bed and pull on my boots, before leaning over and kissing the shit out of her.
“Later, baby.”
“Love you, Joey.” Her voice is soft and slurred with sleep, but I heard her. I don’t think she even knows she said it. Stepping away, I look down at the sleeping angel in my bed and smile. Mine.
Before I pull the door open, her light snores fill the room. Suki runs into the room and jumps up onto the bed, nudging her mommy to give her attention, which she does, even in sleep.
Walking down to the main room, I see Opal and Rookie waiting for me. Rookie looks fucking livid, and that’s saying something.
“What was so fucking important that I was dragged away my old lady? My naked old lady at that?” I ask, resting my hands on my hips, looking between my brothers.
“One of the girls’ boyfriends decided to pay a fucking visit without her knowing. He kicked off, managed to beat the shit out of her and hurt the security guard, Donny,” Opal tells me.
“Smashed the feck out of some of the equipment as well, the little shite. We have him locked in one of the back rooms at the studio. Carmen is asking for you, Pres, says she will only deal with you.”
Fucking cunt. Carmen is a fucking whore to say the least. She came with me from Phoenix and started selling herself on the street as soon as we got here, got hooked on drugs too, but I soon put a stop to that shit. Then Rookie joined us, and we started Rugged Online Entertainment, and she became our main attraction.
The one issue with her is she thinks she has rights to me, always scaring the Regs away. Well, the weak ones anyway. I need to keep Kara away from her and her shit.
“Fuck, let’s get this shit over with so I can crawl back into bed with my girl.” I storm out of the club, muttering, “She was all warm and ready for another round. Fucking bitches and their problems.”
The boys laugh behind me, so I flip them the bird and head toward the back of the property, where the building is situated. The quicker this is done, the quicker I can come back to Kara and get me more of her delicious pussy.
Eighteen
Kara
My eyes flutter open, and I groan. Oh, I ache. Stupid fuck
ing Marvin for running me off the road. He always was a spoilt brat, wanting in on the family business even though his father’s men didn’t like him. Looking over, I see Magnum’s side of the bed is empty. Running my hand along the sheets, I feel the material is cold. He never came back.
Picking my phone up, I check the time. I’ve been sleeping for five hours, but it feels longer. I feel fresh and awake. Climbing out of bed, I go to the bathroom, do my business and get dressed. It’s later at night, so Magnum surely must be downstairs with the boys, letting me rest.
Dressed in jeans and a skull camisole, I slip on flip flops and head down the stairs. The bar is pretty empty. Slade, Jase and Ida are there, chatting with Sarge and a woman with blonde hair. I wave at them and walk over to get a drink.
Abe, the prospect, is behind the bar. He’s a fine-looking man; tall, tanned with sun-bleached hair, like a surfer. Tattoos cover both arms, and I see one peeking out from the neckline of his t-shirt.
“Beer, please. Where is everyone?” I ask, sitting on the stool. Looking down at my phone, I send Magnum a text.
K- Where are you? I’m in the bar.
M- Busy.
Busy! That was it. Huffing, I drink down the whole bottle before tapping the bar top with the bottle, indicating that I want another one. Abe brings one over without question.
“Do you know where Magnum is?” I ask again, since he didn’t answer me the first time.
“Over at the studio, I think. Some shit went down with one of the girls and her boyfriend,” he says, before walking off to do something at the other end of the bar.
Drinking down more of the beer, I twist on my stool, looking around the room over the top of my bottle. I know the club owns Rugged Online Entertainment; hell, I help pimp them out by wearing their merchandise. Money is money, right? A job is a job as long as you aren’t hurting anyone.
Finishing off the second beer, I slide off the stool and walk out of the main room, into the courtyard. The warm air hits me in the face and I suck in a little breath as it catches me off guard. Looking around, I see no one out here. Everyone’s bikes are still lined up perfectly.
