“I love you, baby,” he murmurs before his lips brush against mine.
“You okay?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
“These parties can get crazy. It’s a free for all and I just, I love you,” he shrugs.
This isn’t my first Notorious Devil’s party, but apparently it’s going to get crazier than a normal party would be. There are a few other charters here visiting, passing through town on runs with men I’ve never met before.
“You’ll stay with me the whole time?” I ask.
“I’ll be fuckin’ glued to you, baby,” he grunts as his hands travel to my ass and squeeze.
“Then I’ll be fine,” I say brightly. He just shakes his head as he disengages his hands from my ass and wraps one around my waist to walk me into the clubhouse.
“Let’s party, babe,” he grunts.
We walk inside of the clubhouse and the smoke is heavier, the music louder, the smell of sex and booze stronger than I have ever witnessed before.
There are at least twice as many people here as I’ve ever seen, and suddenly I understand exactly why Bates has been a little worried. It’s complete chaos.
We wind and shove our way to the bar. I need a few shots before I can shake the unease of the atmosphere away. It’s a complete crush of people, and it has my anxiety on high.
A prospect slides two shot glasses toward us along with a bottle of tequila. Bates doesn’t hesitate to pour two shots, and I don’t hesitate to down my first one. Together we shoot at least four shots a piece and then ask for beers.
“Who in the fuck is this bitch?” a guy yells.
I turn in Bates’ arms to see a very tall, handsome, longhaired man standing right behind me.
“Snake. This is my Old Lady, Brentlee,” Bates chuckles.
The man looks me up and down, then his eyes stop on my hip and narrow before he breaks out into a big smile.
“Fuck me sideways, you got an Old Lady. Inked and everything,” he chuckles before he pats Bates on the back. “Well, gorgeous, you got stuck with this ugly fucker for life. Sucks to be you,” he laughs. Bates joins him.
“Snake and I go way back,” Bates chuckles. I can’t help but smile.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say holding out my hand. Snake grasps my palm and pulls me in for a quick hug.
“Any woman who can tame this cranky ass motherfucker deserves a fuckin’ medal,” he says. Bates gives him the finger.
We spend another hour talking to Snake. Well, Bates talks to him and I snuggle into his side, happy to just be held by my big mountain of a man.
As the night drags on, I notice that more and more people are losing their clothes. Most of the clubwhores are completely naked, and even a few of the Old Ladies have lost articles of clothing.
I’m sitting on Bates’ lap, my beer on the table in front of me, and he’s talking to somebody.
I’m so drunk, I can’t remember his name. I can’t even focus on him. I have my face turned to the side buried in Bates’ neck, my lips gently grazing my tattoo. I purr when I feel his hand slide between my legs.
“Bates,” I whisper.
“Quiet, feel me tigritsa,” he growls. I spread my legs a little as his finger slide my panties to the side before it enters me.
I’m wet. So fucking wet. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and grind slightly against his hand. I need more, so much more from him.
I can feel his chest vibrating behind me and I know that he’s still talking to whoever is next to him. I can’t seem to give a shit. All I feel is him touching me, filling me—owning me.
I gasp when a second finger fills me and he slowly begins fucking me. It’s so damn slow, I think I might actually explode, or scratch his eyes out, or cry.
“Please,” I whimper. He ignores me.
Bates continues to slowly torture me. He makes even strokes with his fingers, filling me, making that come hither motion I love.
When his thumb presses against my clit, I groan. I can’t stop my hips from meeting his thrusts. I grind my ass against his jean covered cock.
“You don’t stop, and I’m going to take it out and fill you with it right here in front of the whole damn bar,” he grunts.
“Do it,” I dare.
“Fuck,” he hisses. Before I realize what’s happened, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
I hear whoops and hollers, but I can’t take my eyes off of his gorgeous ass as he walks. I can feel his arm around the hem of my skirt, keeping my body from the view of the people surrounding us. He walks us inside of his room and I cry out when my body bounces on the bed.
“Want all of you tonight, baby,” he murmurs as he strips his clothes.
I nod as my mouth waters. He can have me, all of me. I’m so turned on, he can do what he pleases. As long as I come, I don’t give a shit.
“I want your ass, Brentlee. I want to slide my cock in your gorgeous, tight ass. Will you give that to me?” he asks.
I take a gulp of air before I look up to him. His hand slides into my hair and his eyes are focused on me, solely focused on me. Suddenly, I don’t feel drunk.
“Erase all the bad memories I have, Bates. Replace them with you,” I murmur.
He bends down, his lips crashing against mine, his tongue forcing its way inside of my mouth. I’m filled with his tongue and his moans. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and thread my fingers through his hair, slightly tugging.
“Gonna make you feel good, baby. Never gonna hurt you,” he mumbles as one of his hands slides up my side and cups my breast.
“Make it good, Bates,” I whisper against his lips. He nods once before he steps away from me.
“On your stomach, baby,” he commands. I shiver before I roll to my stomach.
Bates grabs my skirt and yanks it down my body before I hear it hit the floor somewhere behind me. He orders me to remove my shirt, and then he unclasps my bra before he yanks my panties down my legs.
I’m completely bare for him, with the exception of my black high heeled shoes. I hear a thump behind me before Bates’ mouth sucks my clit between his teeth. I moan when his tongue flicks me, and push myself closer to him. I’m on my hands and knees, and his glorious mouth is between my thighs.
“I’m gonna bring you close to the edge, baby,” he warns before his tongue slices through my core and enters my pussy. I moan shamelessly loud as I grind on his face.
Fuck, this man and his beard are going to be the end of me. Thank god he’s branded me and is keeping me, because I have a feeling no other man could ever make me feel this way again.
I feel myself climbing toward my release when he pulls away from me. I whimper and slide my hand between my legs, but he slaps me on my pussy.
I cry out, but the bastard just laughs. Luckily, he only lightly slapped me so it doesn’t hurt—but it’s throbbing and aching and I need to come.
“Sshhh, tigritsa,” he murmurs.
I hear him fumble around and then a cool liquid slides through the crack of my ass. I gasp when I feel his finger enter me.
It doesn’t hurt.
I feel as though it should, but it doesn’t. When Scotty took my ass, he just shoved himself inside of me and did as he pleased. Bates isn’t doing that, he’s taking his time and he’s being gentle.
“Bates,” I moan, meeting his thrusting finger, enjoying the feeling of him in that forbidden part of me.
I groan when a second finger fills me. Bates wraps his other hand around my hip and begins to play with my clit. He’s all around me, inside of me, filling me and it’s so much, yet not enough.
“You feel so good, baby,” he murmurs as two fingers slide inside of my dripping pussy.
“I need more,” I demand. I’m drunk and I need him, I want him, I want all of him.
“Yeah, baby, you got it,” he says, keeping his fingers in my ass.
Then I feel the head of his cock position against my pussy and he slowly pushes inside of me. I whimper before his
lips touch my lower back and his fingers continue to play with my clit.
“Relax, my tigritsa, don’t be scared, baby. Take me inside of you, push back now and accept me,” he coos.
I should be fucking terrified, but I’m not. I’m glad it’s only his fingers, I don’t know if I would survive his cock. I close my eyes and will my body to relax. I focus on his fingers strumming my clit, the smell of him surrounding me.
“Just feel me filling you. Feel my fingers on that gorgeous pussy, my dick deep in that tight cunt. My gorgeous girl, my tigritsa,” he murmurs against the back of my neck as he places sweet kisses. I sigh and begin to slowly rock against him.
“I want more, Bates,” I whisper.
He returns my whisper with a groan and starts to slowly fuck my ass with his fingers. I never thought I could enjoy this act, even just this little part of it.
Scotty used it to defile me, demean me at one time, but now—it feels beautiful. I sigh as I meet his fingers’ thrust with my ass—offering myself willingly to him.
I cry out when his hips thrust harder, slamming his cock inside of me, filling my pussy. I scream when I come and my whole body goes stiff before it starts to shake. Then the most beautiful guttural sound of my man’s release fills the air and he comes inside of me, filling me with his climax.
After a quick shower down the hall, we hurry back to his room and lock ourselves inside. I can hear the bass from the music at the party, but it seems far away. Curled up and in the arms of my lover, my man, my Old Man, we’re in our own cocoon.
“Thank you for that, Brentlee,” he whispers into the dark.
“No, Bates, thank you. I wish I could give it all to you,” I say.
“You will; one day you’ll be ready. I knew you weren’t,” he murmurs before he places a kiss to the top of my head.
“Well, anyway, thank you,” I sigh.
“Sleep, my tigritsa,” he grunts. Without further prompting, I close my eyes and I fall into a blissful sleep.
SNIPER
I see the explosion and it is as if it is in slow motion. All around me, there is fire and mayhem. Men are screaming and crying out, and I’m frozen in my tracks.
This shouldn’t be happening.
We’ve done this a dozen times, and this shouldn’t be happening. I grab my gun and shake myself out of the daze. I need to save my friends, my brothers.
I look down and fall to my knees when I see a kid, Morgan, screaming and holding his stomach.
I take a closer look at his stomach and notice that his insides are completely missing; there’s nothing but a big hole there.
“Daddy,” he calls out in his southern accent.
“Morgan,” I grunt.
“Are you proud of me now, daddy?” he asks.
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck. I meet his eyes with mine and I smile.
“So fuckin’ proud, son,” I say. He smiles before his whole body goes limp. He dies, right there in my arms, he fucking dies.
“Bates” a woman screams. I stand up, running across the bloody sand. It’s Brentlee. She’s kneeling and there’s a man in front of her. He turns around and it’s Scotty.
“Say goodbye to your whore, Bates Lukin,” he hisses before he pulls the trigger.
I sit straight up, sweat dripping off of my face and my chest. The dark room is too much, I search for Brentlee and sigh when I find her warm body curled next to mine.
I need her.
I need her to chase my dreams away. I don’t bother waking her up. I roll her onto her stomach and wet my dick before I push myself inside of her pussy. She’s not as wet as she usually is, but I don’t care. I just need to feel.
I know the moment she wakes because her body stiffens before she lets out a moan and then relaxes again. I kiss her neck as I continue to fuck her.
I yank her hips back a little higher and slowly slide in and out of her heat. She’s getting wetter and wetter with each slide of my cock, and I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips.
“Harder,” she grunts. I don’t hesitate.
I slide to my knees and roughly grab her hips before I pull her onto my cock, hard. I hold her still and I fuck her with all of my strength. I can’t say anything, except grunt and moan at the way she feels around my cock. The room is filled with the sound of slapping skin, grunts, and Brentlee’s cries.
“Make yourself come,” I order. I’m pleased when her hand dives between her thighs.
I’m so fucking close. I’m two seconds from tipping over the edge, and when I feel her pussy squeeze my cock as she screams my name, I finally let loose. I come so hard, shooting my release deep inside of her.
“Baby,” she whispers when I pull out of her.
She tries to roll away, to clean herself up, but I can’t let her leave my side. I never want her to leave me. Ever. I wrap my arms around her and pull her back into my front, spooning her.
“Just let me clean up,” she murmurs. I grunt before I dive my hand between her legs and shove two fingers into her wet cunt.
“No, I want my cum inside of you when I sleep,” I say.
“Did you have a nightmare,” she whispers when I finger her. I almost sigh at how wet and warm she is, our mixed release helping guide my fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Yeah,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder. She begins to move her hips with the rhythm of my hand.
“Tell me about it?” she asks, her voice breathy and her hips thrusting harder, searching for more.
“No, I just want to fuck you into exhaustion. That sound good?”
“Yeah, baby, that sounds good,” she sighs.
I don’t fuck her from behind this time. Instead I instruct her to climb on top of me. I let her ride me. I tell her to take her time, torture me with a slow as fuck pace. I want her to get herself off, but in no hurry.
I want her to build herself to a point where she explodes. I want to watch every little detail, every little expression on her face. I want to make sure she’s real, she’s here, and she’s mine.
When she comes, she screams. I know she must be heard throughout the entire club, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed in my entire fucking life.
Her whole body is shaking, her pussy squeezing the life out of my cock. I thrust up inside of her a few times before I tip over the edge and fall, more of my cum filling her body.
I’m finally exhausted.
I leave her in a pile of bones and flesh in my bed as I go over to the bathrooms and get a cloth to clean her up. She’s asleep by the time I make it back, but I don’t care. I clean the remnants of our evening from her pussy and I crawl in behind her. I wrap her in my arms and I finally drift off to sleep.
Peacefully.
My beautiful woman in my arms.
My tigritsa.
Chapter Twenty
BRENTLEE
My head is pounding, and so is my pussy. Jesus, it feels like we screwed all night long—mainly because we did. I groan and roll over, but Bates’ strong arm tightens around my stomach and pulls me closer to his chest.
I feel him bury his face in my hair, and then he inhales. I’m sure I smell like sex, sweat, and tequila, a combination that cannot be in the least bit sexy.
“Stop, I’m gross,” I grumble. He doesn’t stop. Instead, he kisses my shoulder.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs his voice deep and husky, gruff and sexy.
“Sore, but yeah, I’m okay,” I admit.
“I’m sorry I hurt you. Knew I would soon enough,” he grunts before he releases me and rolls onto his back. I turn to face him and throw my arm over his stomach, resting my chin on his chest.
“You didn’t hurt me. We just had a lot of sex last night and I’m a little sore. I never told you to stop, I liked all of it,” I admit.
“You remember it all?” he asks as his hand comes up and tucks a few strands of hair behind my ear.
“What, you mean when you fucked my ass with your
fingers? Or when you started fucking me from behind when I was asleep? Or how about when you commanded me to ride you for what felt like hours?” I ask, arching a brow.
“Yeah, you remember,” he grunts, his voice lower, gravellier—sexier.
“I loved it all, baby. Every time you touch me, I love it, Bates. Don’t ever think I don’t,” I admit. His eyes darken, and they look so black.
“Now I’m hard again and your pussy needs to recoup,” he murmurs, making me laugh.
“I could ride you slow again,” I whisper, placing a soft kiss on his nipple before gentle nipping it.
“Not gonna turn my woman down when she offers to take my dick. But I don’t want you hurting,” he groans as I wrap my hand around his already hard cock.
“Then you better make me nice and wet Bates, so you slide right in.” I feel him shudder and then his hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me up to my knees.
“Ride my face before you ride my cock, baby. I wanna taste that pussy. My pussy,” he hums.
“I haven’t showered,” I warn. He chuckles as I spread my thighs over his face.
“Think I know that, baby. Now get that pussy up here and ride my face,” he commands.
I gently lower myself onto his lips and cringe at how gross I must taste to him. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Though, I would do just about anything for this man.
When his tongue slides between my swollen lips, I moan. When his teeth graze my aching, sensitive clit before he sucks on it, I throw back my head and cry out his name.
All thoughts of how I taste go completely out the window as his hands grab onto my thighs and he pulls me down hard against his face. His beard tickles and scratches and feels so damn good, I can’t breathe.
I’m close, so fucking close.
Then, he stops.
I growl, but he only laughs as he pushes me down his body. I want more of his mouth, but when I reach his dick, I shiver.
Never mind. I want that instead.
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