by E. C. Land
He was the only one that I wanted. I can admit that’s why I could never be with anyone else. I kiss him with such force that when he lifts his head once more, we’re both panting for breath.
I whisper his name out, breathless. "Scotty.” I will never view him as Horse. He is so much more delicate than that to me. He’ll never be my Horse, but he’ll always be my Scotty.
"I like that, sweet girl. Like the way you say my name when we're in here. Want you using my name like that when I finally sink my dick in that hot little pussy of yours. My pussy. My body. My sweet girl. Mine! Want to hear you scream my name when I make you come with my mouth first though." He runs his hands over my body, stripping me of my shirt and panties. He takes in the way that my body has changed over the last few years. I’m smaller than I used to be, granted I still have some curves but not as much. “We're going to have to work on getting your curves back sweet girl. I love your body like this, but I absolutely love your curves. I want to be able to fuck you as hard as I want without thinking about how small you are now.”
His mouth comes back to mine in a smoldering kiss. One that has me feeling it all the way down to my center, leaving me absolutely drenched at the thought of what I know is to come. Moving from my mouth Scotty makes his way down my body, stopping at one nipple then the next. He gives each one their own attention, nibbling them before swirling his tongue around the tips and sucking one into his mouth as he pinches and pulls at the other. With each pinch and pull he sends bolts of lightning down to my core. Shit, he’s going to make me cum just by messing with my nipples.
Looking up at me with lust in his eyes, he lifts his head before giving my nipples one last nip each. "Sweet girl, you have no clue how fucking beautiful you look right now. I love these tits of yours. I could spend all day worshipping them, but I need to taste that pussy. I’ve been craving your taste for far too damn long." The rasp in his voice is seductive, showing me just how much he wants me. He kisses a trail down my body, causing me to moan in anticipation.
"Yeah sweet girl, you like that idea don’t you? I know you do. Put your hands above your head and keep them there. Keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me devour you. I want to watch those magnificent eyes of yours every second. You understand me?
Speech seems to have completely evaded me at the intense pleasure that Scotty has coursing through my body. Giving him a nod will have to do it.
"Good girl."
He settles his large frame between my legs, keeping his eyes on mine as he slides his tongue over my clit before latching to it. It sends sharp electrical shocks up my spine. Oh my god I’ve missed the feeling of him down there. Rotating back and forth between my pussy and clit, his tongue feels so damn good. When he starts to fuck me with his tongue, I know that I won’t be able to last much longer. Not with the way he’s working at my core.
Within minutes he has me screaming out his name as he wanted. To my horror, I feel myself do something I’ve never done before. I squirt, right in his face. Fuck me! I can’t believe I just did that… I’ve read about it in books but didn’t know I could actually do it. Oh my god... please don’t let him think I meant to do that.
"Damn sweet girl, that was the best thing I’ve ever seen. You are truly magnificent when you come. I love the way you squirted right on my lips. Tastes so fucking good having your sweet nectar on my tongue. I’ll have to make sure you do that more." Smiling up at me as he makes his way back up my body, he says “You ready to feel my dick inside that tight little cunt of yours, sweet girl?”
Needing him inside me now I do something I’ve never done before. I beg. “Please Scotty! I can’t wait anymore. I need you inside me. I need that big cock of yours to fuck me. Ple-" is all I get out before he’s slamming his dick inside of me, making me scream out as he sinks fully inside with one thrust. Then he just stops, letting my body adjust to his thickness.
“Damn you're so fucking tight. And all mine sweet girl. I fucking love how tight you are around my dick,” he grits out as he waits for me to adjust to the size of him. From the look in his eyes I know he’s straining to keep hold of his precious control.
Rotating my hips, I show him that I’m ready. Growling against my lips, he begins to thrust slowly but forcefully, hitting me in all the right spots. The way he continues with the thrusts feels so damn good. I love the way he makes me feel. But I need him to fuck me harder, deeper. I need to feel him take me like he used to. Not like some china doll that could break at the simplest touch. As if reading my mind, he slams into me before starting a brutal speed that has me coming quickly all over him, screaming his name for the second time.
"Sweet girl, you’re gonna cum more than once with me inside you. Go ahead and cum again, I want to feel you grip my dick in that vice you have for a pussy. Fucking clench my dick again." He picks up speed again, fucking me with such force I come instantly, seeing stars. I’m screaming out incoherently as my orgasm takes me higher than I’ve ever been. When he pinches my clit, he sends me spiraling right into bliss where I don’t just see stars, I feel like I’m floating through them. "That’s it come all over my dick." His thrusts become sporadic as he continues to fuck me. Finally, he stills as he shouts out my name, coming deep inside of me.
"Scotty." I sigh right before passing out in his arms.
13
Horse
Damn, Kenny’s pussy was just as tight as it had been the first time I took her. I didn’t want to leave her after this morning. Last thing I wanted to do was go to church after finally having been inside her again. The way she clenched my dick, I fucking know she hasn’t been with another man. Hell, I don’t want to think about her being with anyone other than me. The way I was able to tell what she needed when I fucked her was intense. It was as if our minds connected on a completely different level. I’ve always been able to keep ahold of my control, but something about Kenny has me throwing my control out the window. Especially when she’s begging for my dick. The sound of her voice had caused me to snap. The way her eyes dilated with lust filled emotions that tugged at my heart with something I haven't felt in years. Not since the last time I laid my eyes on her. She better get used to having me between her legs, buried deep in that pussy of hers. I'm not going to let her get away from me again. Not fucking happening.
Damn, I wish I could miss church, but that’s not an option. I should wake her up and have her come with me but as I look down at her, I realize that I can’t. She’s damned beautiful when freshly fucked into oblivion. My thoughts spiral back to the previous night, and now that I know the reason for her leaving me, I have a primal need. The need to have eyes on her constantly is running strong.
Fucking hell, those Dragons Fire bastards tried to hurt my woman. I need to know that she’s safe. Pulling out my phone, I shoot a text to Badger, one of the prospects. It’s short and sweet, telling him to get his ass over here before I gotta head out. If she goes anywhere, I want him following in case something were to happen. Leaning over, I kiss her forehead before reluctantly getting out of bed to get dressed. Walking into the kitchen, I find a notepad to write a quick message letting her know that I will be back in just a little while. If she needed me to just call. I feel like some domestic motherfucker right now. Placing the note on the pillow next to her I head out the door as I hear the prospect pulling up.
“You don’t need to go in. Keep an eye out for anything and if she goes anywhere follow her. I don’t want her going anywhere alone. You got me?” At his nod, I start my bike up. Roaring off, wishing I was still in bed with my woman instead of heading to the clubhouse. We need to make this one quick so I can get back to being balls deep in that hot ass pussy waiting for me. That’s for sure.
Getting to the clubhouse, I walk in and head straight to the room where we hold church. All the guys are already here taking their places at the table. Even the guys that came in with Stoney are in here lined up against the wall while my dad and Twister sit side by side at the head of the table.
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nbsp; “Glad you could join us this morning.” Twister smirks as he raises his hand to me, “Don’t start talking about any of the shit I don’t want to know. That’s my damn sister.” As he speaks I watch as his face contorts, giving me the evil eye on the last part.
Laughing at his remark, “Yeah you’re lucky I made it here. The last thing I wanted to do was leave her alone in that warm bed of hers. I put a prospect on the house until I can get back to her. We need to make this quick as fucking possible.”
“I wish it was that easy, brother. Last night was just the start from what I gather. Stoney gave me some details… it seems everything is connected. We may be here for a while. Might as well get comfortable,”
“Fuck! Are you serious, Prez?” I can’t help the fury storming through my veins at his nod. I know Twister and Pops talked about some of what’s going on with why he came down here. I knew they would fill me in when I had my head in a better place. God knows I couldn’t have handled anything else last night. Not with everything Kenny confessed. This is gonna be fucked up I can feel it.
Turning his attention to the table Twister addresses everyone as he brings church into session. “Okay, some of you guys are probably wondering why we’re meeting this morning as well as why Stoney and his guys are down. There are several reasons. We’re all brothers here and we have shit brewing. It’s been brewing for a long ass time now. I don’t like this shit one bit and we need to sort it fast. Before Stoney starts there’s something you all need to hear first. Then we need to come up with a plan as to how to handle whole situation," Twister states, knowing what he’s about to start with. I can’t blame him for the vibes he’s giving off. The tension can be felt throughout the entire room.
"Last night Stoney, Horse and I had dinner at Kenny’s house. When Horse and I arrived she was in the middle of a full blown panic attack. I knew she was hiding some shit from me and last night she finally came clean with what it was. Turns out that the sounds of our bikes triggered a panic attack. Fuck! She thought the sound of our bikes were those Dragon Fire bitches,”
Every brother tenses at the mention of the Dragon’s Fire MC. We all know what sick bastards they are. After taking a breath Twister continues.
"Four years ago, Flame and several others from the Dragon’s Fire MC attacked Kenny in her home as retaliation to us intercepting the girls they were taking to auction. That bastard Flame told her they were either going to make her one of their club whores or sell her off to the highest bidder. Those fuckers touched my sister! Thank fuck she was able to escape before they could do more... Last night you could just see the turmoil running through that mind of hers," Twister slams his fist on the table, seething.
"Fuck! They will fucking pay for what they did to my sister! Am I right, brothers?!"
Everyone at the table is silent for a moment giving our Prez time to regain the control we can see is slipping. I glance around, seeing the rage inside everyone’s eyes as they take in what he says.
"Fuck Prez! How was she able to get away from them if they were waiting for her at her place?" Rage speaks up, breaking the silence in the room. His eyes flare with anger at Twister’s words.
Rage has never been one to put up with abuse to a woman. None of my brothers can stand men that abuse women. Rage though takes it to another level altogether. Something happened to his sister when they were younger, and she ultimately ended up taking her life. No one really knows the exact details of it except for Stoney and myself.
Giving Twister the reprieve he needs, I take over starting where he left off. "When Kenny saw the opportunity to escape the man holding her, she bolted for the bathroom. She used to leave the bathroom window unlocked and was able to climb out of it before they were able to grab her again. Pure fucking luck she was able to get out of there."
"Making it to her car, she took off without turning back. She thought that by leaving she could protect Prez. What none of you guys knew back then… not even Twister here… was that four years ago right before Kenny left,” I take in a deep breath before I tell my brothers, “Her and I had started seeing each other. I was planning on making her my ol’ lady but she disappeared on me. I didn’t know she was Twister’s sister until we moved here.” Shaking my head, I look at my brothers “I had spent that day with her and planned on going to her house that night after leaving the party. I hadn’t told her about the club yet. I should have but I was waiting for some unknown reason at the time. It’s my fucking fault she was attacked. If I had just told her about the club she would have been with me that night. Instead she went home to find those fuckers waiting to take her away from me.” I look directly at Twister as I finish what I need to say, "I’m sorry Prez. This shit is all on me."
"You are not the one responsible for any of the shit that’s happened to her. You hear, Horse? You are not fucking responsible!" Twister grinds out, looking directly in my eyes. He might not think so but… fuck if I don’t feel responsible.
"So, here’s what I propose we do. I want to find out who these potential buyers were, and I want to know anything and everything about the Dragons Fire MC. They fucked with the wrong club this time. It’s past time they learn their lesson. Gadget, I want you to find out all the dirt you can on these assholes. I want to know every damn thing including when they fucking take a piss. Does anyone have a problem with this?" The sound of each one of my brothers agreeing with our Prez fills me with pride to call these men my brothers.
“Good. Now onto the rest of the shit that we need to go over. Shut the hell up,! Stoney has some shit to share with the table.”
After giving the brothers a moment to calm their shit, Stoney finally speaks up. “With the shit Kenny told us last night, things have been brewing for longer than I want to think about. Shits about to go south brothers more than any of us know. It seems the Dragons Fire MC have reached out to our friends overseas. Our Russian contact called me yesterday morning informing me that they received word those fuckers are trying to gain entrance into our territory with the firearms trade. They want us out of the way so that they can take over all the firepower we deal in along, with the skin trade they peddle in. They want to expand from the east coast. What they want is our pipeline. Our contact believes the Dragons Fire MC have something up their sleeve, making them think they can get us out of the way. The Russians have asked that we find out what that is and take them out as we see fit. They don’t care how we do this, just that we get it done. Seems that our friends don’t take too kindly to men who are in the skin trade, let alone men who take little girls like the Dragon Fire MC are known to.”
"Well damn, if this couldn’t get any worse," Thorn whistles as he leans back. "So, what do we do? We're already gonna be looking into these ass -wipes. I agree with getting rid of all those bastards would be for the best."
"Agreed. We're gonna have to do something soon before they have a chance to hit any of our clubs. I’ve heard about their Prez. He’s a complete whack job.” Dragon pipes in.
"We need a game plan first. We can’t let them get in on our territory. Taking them out is definitely the best plan, but how is the key. By doing this not only does it help our club, it saves thousands of women from the fate they have in store for them," Burner goes to say as all the brothers in the room start putting in their opinions. “Honestly I say we blow their fucking clubhouse up with them all in it. Watch those fuckers burn. Hearing their screams would be one gratifying thing, knowing they all burn their way straight to hell.”
"Fuck yeah, Burner! That’s a damn promising idea. Takin’ the Dragons Fire MC out would be the best solution to all our problems with them. We just need to find a way of getting it done without any blowback." I state my input to the problem. “Twister, what do you think of putting in a call to their national Prez? Set up a meet between you and him. Getting a feel of where he’s at with all this. Last I heard Flame wasn’t his favorite man. In fact, Ratchet had given Flame and his club a warning to toe the line or he planned to take their colors. Maybe
he will have some insight into the situation.”
“I’ll give him a call. Let’s break for now. I want everyone on this one. They're going down. Not just for fucking with my sister but for fucking with the club. Gadget get on your computers and do your thing. If you need help with anything get one of the brothers to help you out. We need as much info as you can get ASAP. We’ll meet here tonight around nine to see what you have found. In the meantime I’ll try and get ahold of Ratchet to see what he has to say about Flame." Twister dismisses everyone.
I stay in my seat waiting for everyone to leave the room except for Pops and Twister. "So, is my sister okay after last night, or do I need to kick your ass?" Twister says as soon as the door closes.
"Yeah she’s good, Prez. I think we worked a lot of things out this morning. She was asleep when I left. Hopefully she’s still asleep when I get back." I grin to myself, knowing that I took every ounce of energy out of her, enough for her to pass out and get some good sleep. Fuck! I need more of that tight body of hers. She’s consuming my every thought, remembering the way her pussy felt wrapped around my dick earlier.
“Fucker! That’s my sister you’re talking about. Don't even think that shit around me. I don't need to ever know about the details.” Growling, he hisses at me with a disgusted look on his face like he’s about to be sick.
“No problem Prez. Not like you assholes need to know what we do in the bedroom,” I comment, chuckling as I try to get a rise out of him.
“You got that right dickhead!”
"Glad you put a prospect on the house. Especially with this intel." Pops interrupts our banter looking at me with an expression I’m not quite sure how to describe. Wonder what that’s about.
