Chapter 5

Beau

 

I love the feel of my bike between my legs. All sleek curves, heavy steel and gleaming chrome. The sweet sound she makes when I start her up, her rumbles and purrs.

Just like pussy. All sleek, shiny and smooth. When you start it up it purrs and whines.

Leaving Emilia was hard. Harder than it should have been considering she’s just pussy walking on two legs. Just like all the others. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Just thinking about pussy had me pushing a little harder on the throttle. I needed to get my dick in some pussy now. The club wasn’t far from here and at the rate I was going it wouldn’t take me more than five minutes to get there and park this bike and find some whore.

I’m a man on a mission. The pussy mission. All the warm feeling I got from my time with Emilia evaporated when I pulled into the clubhouse and parked my ride.

My long legs eat up the distance between myself and the doors. Not even pausing my stride, I make my way into the room. Music is pounding as well as other things. The party was in full swing.

Hyde had some whore flat on her back. Legs spread wide and high on the pool table. He pounded her pussy so hard it slides a little on the floor.

Jackal had some whore face first on the bar ass in the air as he slammed into her with enough force the whole thing shook and banged. Bang, bang, bang. The screams of ecstasy coming from the whores were heard well over the music.

That’s what I needed right there. A whore with a warm hole. I take about three more steps and my wants become reality as Jocelyn one of the club whores wraps her arms around my neck and leans in for a kiss.

Kissing her isn’t what I want. Leaning my head back, I look down at her “Knees” is all I say. She pouts prettily, but slowly slides down my body and to her knees.

Her hands already have my button undone and was readily working on my zipper. She needs no direction. Unlike Emilia. She would need all the directions. From how to undo my pants to where to place her tongue.

The things I would show her to do with that tongue. I close my eyes and let my mind wander. Emilia would slip her tongue from her beautiful mouth and slide just the tip up my dick. Once she reached the top she would slip her mouth over the tip and suck a little.

Swirling her tongue around the top of my dick as she suckles gently. Her hands would come up and wrap themselves around my throbbing cock.

It doesn’t take much before I’m shooting my load down Jocelyn throat. Groaning as rope after rope pours out of my balls and down her swallowing throat.

After the last drop is out. I pull my softening dick from between her lips.

She looks up at me and smiles. “I missed you Devil. Let's go to your room. I need you.”

I feel nothing. Fucking nothing. My cock doesn’t even stir at the thought of coming into contact with her pussy. If anything, it seems to get softer. There’s no appeal in fucking her.

Emilia. My cock jumps a little. Giggles “I see someone missed me.” Jocelyn? She still here? I focus on her. “Come on Devil I haven’t had you today. I need you,” she whines.

The sound grates on my nerves. With no emotion in my voice I get out a “not tonight,” she makes a grab for me as I step around her. I shut that shit down with a look.

Shaking my head, I walk over to the bar. Thank fuck Jackal was finished. By the time, I reached the bar, he was putting his dick back in his pants.

Skillet slid me a beer as my ass hit the stool. Jackal looks at me and laughs. I glare at him.

“What the fuck do you find so funny” I demand “What happened over there? You were more of an asshole than normal.” he responds. Anger swamps me “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“She sucked you off and you gave her nothing man.” he takes a swig of his beer and raises one eyebrow waiting.

“Yeah, that was a dick move.” Was I going to correct that shit? Fuck no. I didn’t want to fuck her, lick her or finger her.

“Whatever man. She’ll get that shit somewhere else.” shaking my head, I take a swig of beer.

Laughing as he nods his head. “Yeah man. That shit was cold. But I get it.”

But he didn’t get it. He hadn’t met her. He hadn’t met Emilia. How could I do that when I knew what I could be doing is so much fucking better.

It's like being told here’s a filet mignon. Smell it, touch it, okay now eat this tofu steak here. You just can't do it. My dick needed her, and no other would do. Sure, a mouth is fine, but other than that no. Not fucking happening.