Chapter 2
I’m getting ready for my fight the same way I always do—I do some light cardio and work on the heavy bag for a little while to warm up my muscles.
I have my earbuds in from my phone, so when it buzzes, I hear it immediately. Stopping to check, I glance at the screen thinking it might be Prez about the fight tonight.
Baby: Hey hot stuff. What are you up to?
Me: Hey baby, not much. Just getting ready for my fight.
Baby: Wow, you fight?
Me: Yep. Want to come and watch me?
Baby: Hell yeah, I do! Where and when?
Me: Come by the clubhouse and you can ride with me.
Baby: Okay, what time?
Me: At nine p.m. and the fight is at ten p.m. So, what are you wearing right now?
Baby: Right now, oh, nothing. See you at nine, Cain!
Me: You should send me a picture to keep me going.
Me: Please?
Me: Baby?
Fuck! She probably did that shit on purpose to get me bent. It’s cool. Once she sees me fight, those panties will drop, and I’ll tear that ass up.
“Yo, Twist?” I holler into the main room from the gym door.
Our clubhouse is pretty big. We have our main room with the large TV and couches, the bar with booths and tables, a small gym room with weights and bags, the President and VP offices, our meeting room where we also hold church, a large kitchen, a dining area with a big, ugly picnic table and benches some brothers made that seats twenty, and then our rooms.
The fully-patched members that belong to this charter each have a room and a small bathroom. The compound itself is smack in the middle of about fifty acres, to keep people away. Most of us stay here because the majority of the brothers are still single.
Twist comes into the gym. “What’s up, Cain?”
I’m surprised he didn’t just yell back. He’s a crazy fucker. Likes some real fucked-up shit when it comes to the bedroom and when he’s fucking someone up. That’s how he got the name Twist, because he’s fucking twisted.
I look him over—he seems to be sober at the moment. He likes his drugs when he’s in the mood. He meets my gray eyes with his green ones. I’d say Twist is probably around six foot or so and a hundred and eighty pounds. Not too big but in fairly decent shape for all of the partying and drugs he likes to do.
“Hey, man, I got a bitch riding with me to the fight. When I’m up, will you keep an eye on her? Make sure no one fucks with her?”
“I’ve never known you to claim on some pussy, man.”
“No, man, I’m not claiming shit. I’ve known her for a whole minute and don’t want to have to fuck someone else up for messing with her when I’m in the middle of my fight. You guys would be losing some money if you placed bets for tonight.”
I don’t want any distractions.
I like to get in the fight and get it over with quickly. The faster, the better, as far as I’m concerned. If you take a while then you have too much time to make mistakes. I’m trying not to make a mistake and get my ass handed to me.
“Fuck, man, don’t worry about some bitch. I’ll make sure no one fucks with her. You worry about winning that fight; I’ve got lots of money on it. I know you’ll drag him through the dirt.” Twist snickers as he kicks at the other black heavy bag hanging next to the one I’m working on.
Fucker needs to stop stepping on the mats with his shoes on. It gets old having to clean that shit off all the time.
“All right, cool. Yeah, man, no problem. I’m going to win.”
If anything, I’m going to win because I want London to see me in all my glory. I’ll have a fun night with her in return. Well, most likely a few enjoyable nights with her. I don’t think just one night would be enough for everything I want to do to that sexy ass of hers. I’m going to make sure she remembers me for a very long time.
“It’s getting close to time to ride. Did anyone bring you some shit?” he asks as he walks toward the door to leave the gym.
“Nope, not yet. I was going to wait 'til we get there, so I’m not all hyped up on the drive over.”
That’s all I need, to wreck my bike before we even make it. I don’t know how a few of my brothers function getting that messed up during the day when they really feel like partying.
“Sounds like a plan, brother.” I nod and he walks out. I check my phone and notice it’s 8:30.
Fuck, no more warming up for me.
I need to shower and get dressed before London shows up and my brothers think she’s some club pussy to be tried out.
****
I’m getting out of the shower and drying off when I hear pounding on my door accompanied by yelling.
“Yo, Cain! Some bitch out here said she’s here to see some cats. What the fuck’s this about?”
Shit! That’s 2 Piece, and it sounds like London’s crazy ass is here. Girl’s fucking crazy telling the boys she’s here to see some cats.
I shake my head and shrug my cut on then hurry to the door and open it to see 2 Piece already walking away.
“Yeah, bro, I’m coming.”
Walking into the bar, I do a double take. London’s lying on the bar top in some ass-hugging, tiny, short-shorts and a tight tank top. She’s all legs and tits. Fucking Smiles is about to do a body shot off her tummy, and it appears as if all of the brothers are around her waiting for their turn. She’s up there wearing a huge smile, too, like she’s the Queen of Egypt or some shit.
“Back the fuck up! Smiles, I will knock your fucking teeth in, brother, if you touch her fucking stomach,” I declare, yelling across the bar, and everyone turns toward me.
The brothers all wear grins, and like it happens in slow motion, Smiles cackles loudly. He runs his fingers lightly over her smooth tummy from the top of her shorts to just under her plump tits where her tank top is pushed up.
I see red and charge. Fuck, this is going to hurt.
Luckily, Smiles is only five foot eleven and sitting around two hundred pounds. His name, “Smiles,” is due to his habit of knocking people’s teeth out with his brass knuckles. I still have my smile because clearly I’ve been smart enough to stay out of his way, until now. I don’t make it to him; I’m hauled back by a muscular giant.
I bet it’s Ares. I take a few deep breaths—in, out, in, out—and make the blackness recede so I’m able to see again and glance behind me.
Yup, it’s Ares, and he doesn’t seem too amused.
Turning toward the bar, I see London wearing that cocky ass smile of hers. My whole body is drawn to her; it’s like an invisible magnet, pulling me to take her. Man, this bitch here says I’m trouble. She’s going to get my fucking teeth knocked out if I don’t calm the fuck down
“Calm, brother. Save it for your fight. You on the coka already?” Ares squints and looks me over. He’s always been good at being able to read me and my moods.
“No, man, just told Twist earlier to keep an eye on the bitch when I’m not there. And where the fuck is he? Letting all the brothers try to sample what I’m having tonight.” It comes out low, and I glower, searching for Twist.
“All right, well, get your chick so we can take off in five. You’ll be able to burn off that anger in the ring.”
I nod and take another deep breath.
Ares lets me go, and I make my way toward London. The brothers smile, chuckle, and smack my back as I pass each of them. Fuckers are worse than women—they love drama. They’re lucky I didn’t decide to be a dick and sucker punch a few.
I get to a smiling London as she holds out a shot for me. “Hey, cowboy, told you I like playing with kittens.” She holds the shot toward me. I don’t reach out; I just stand still and make her hold the glass.
“Kittens now, huh? This for me?” I smirk and nod at the shot.
I know it’s mine; I just want her to admit it. I want her fully aware that I’m in control of this situation--not her—and the little dramatic bar scene she created. She had the brothers swarming around her like she was a piece of meat dangled for some gators.
“Of course it’s yours; I wasn’t really giving it away to all the other hotties.”
I growl. It’s like she’s implying that she’s talking about her pussy being given away and not the shot. I’ll be damned if any of my brothers get her before me. I’ve wanted this bitch since I was fourteen fucking years old—a brother can wait. No, scratch that. My brothers can fuck off and just not touch her.
“Thanks, sweet cheeks. Lean back,” I order and push her gently to lay all the way onto the bar.
Bending over, I lick her neck and then sprinkle some salt on it. I blow on the salted area a little afterward, and she shivers. Next, I take the tequila and pour it slowly in her sexy little belly button. It overflows onto her tummy surrounding her belly piercing, and she tries to hold still.
“Don’t move and spill it or I’ll have to lick you all over,” I mutter huskily.
I’m getting turned on being close to her stomach, staring at the swell of her tits and wondering if the pink of her nipples will match the pink of her pussy. She sucks in a breath, and I go for it.
Leaning down, I suck up all the tequila from her belly button. I lick inside it, then lick and suck it off the remaining area of her tummy. I pull back then bend down toward her face.
Her eyes widen a little as if she’s wondering what I’m doing. I then suck all the salt off her neck and draw a little harder to leave my mark there by nibbling just enough. She reaches up, and I feel her grab onto my hair and pull it.
Fuck yeah, baby, pull it.
I bite down on her throat a little harder and feel her body jerk. I skim down her body to get the lemon wedge out of her cleavage, then lick around it and suck over the lemon onto part of her tit. Picking the lemon up with my teeth, I rub it gently on the swell of her breasts.
I swipe my tongue in a few long licks so I get it all up, then lean back and look down at her chest. Her tits are flushed a rosy hue; I follow the redness up her throat to see her cheeks have a light red tint.
Her breathing’s a little shallow, and her eyes are dilated. She looks so damn turned on, like she wants to fuck me right here on the bar. Normally, I’d be down for that in front of everybody, but tonight I have to fight first, fuck later.
She seems like she didn’t quite know what she was getting into when she gave me that shot. It was probably the most erotic thing I’ve done with a shot of tequila. We’ll have to see what I can come up with later when we celebrate. I may have to pour some whiskey in her cunt and suck it out. I bet she’d squirm and squirt like crazy on that one.
That’s right, baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard later, your ass won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.
We all head out to our bikes, and London jumps right on the back of mine.
Her eagerness makes me smirk. “You ride before, sugar tits?” I question loudly over my shoulder as everyone begins to load up and start their bikes.
“Yes, a few times; I should be okay.” She scoots close to me and wraps her arms tightly around my torso.
I reach behind me and grab her ass in both my hands and scoot her so her pussy is resting right up against my ass. I can feel her tits molded to my back, and it’s got me rock hard. It looks like this is going to be a fast fight tonight. I want to get her lying down on her back, then bent over, and then bouncing as soon as possible.
After such a hot day, it’s still about seventy-eight degrees out and probably won’t cool down much the rest of the night. It’s a normal temperature for Texas. Our nights here are perfect for partying, riding, and the occasional swim.
We arrive at the shitty old warehouse, and I feel great. The breeze made the ride the perfect temperature. London kept squeezing her thighs around mine, and I would bet money her pussy was dripping from the bike’s vibrations. I kept thinking of her soaking wet, and it’s amazing we didn’t wreck.
“Hop off, baby, but be careful you don’t touch here and here. I don’t want you to burn those sexy legs.” I point out the pipes and engine and then reach both of my hands around her waist and help her get off the bike. Damn, she rode good on the back. She didn’t bitch once about her hair or anything else, either.
We begin our trek to the warehouse, and I wrap my arm around her to pull her close. “Hey, baby, listen. My brother, Twist, is going to stay with you while I brawl. There are some real fucked-up motherfuckers up in here, and I want to make sure you’re safe. As soon as I beat old boy’s ass, I’ll come to you, okay?” I stare into her eyes, so she knows that I’m completely serious about this. I don’t want to hear any arguing about it.
“I can handle myself no problem, but I don’t want you worrying about anything while you’re in the middle of a fight, so I’ll stick to Twizzler.” She smiles and squeezes my ass.
This bitch, I swear she’s fuckin’ perfect. I come to a stop in the middle of the parking lot and stop her with me. She wasn’t expecting it and lets out a little “Yip,” and it’s fucking adorable.
I grab each of her ass cheeks in my palms and pull her into my body so she can feel my hard on. I rub it against her while she’s pressed up to me. “You grab my ass one more fuckin’ time, and I’m dropping those panties right here and fucking you in front of everybody,” I growl out.
She starts giggling and beams up at me playfully. “Ha, yeah right. In the middle of a parking lot in front of all your brothers?” She gives me a little smirk that says, “I dare you.”
She doesn’t think I will.
I smirk back and slide my hand down the outside of her shorts. I go to the bottom; they’re so short, I’ll easily get my hand in them.
I slide my hand in where her thighs touch then wiggle it up and push a finger between her swollen lips, right inside her sopping wet pussy. She sucks in a deep breath, and her eyes go wide.
“Yeah, I knew this pussy was soaked and needy. Don’t push me, baby. I’d love to fuck you here in front of every single brother. I just have to fight first.”
I pull my finger out and bring it to my mouth, sucking all her juices off right in front of her then lick my lips. I stick my finger inside her again, and she moans into my chest. She pants a few times as I suck her sweetness off my finger again and smirk. She bites her plump bottom lip, making me groan.
“Such a tasty pussy, baby. I can’t wait to eat you out later. You’re gonna’ moan over and over, while I pound into you and make you feel good.” I lick my lips to get any taste of her that’s left. With that, I grab her hand and start walking again.
I have to hurry up and fight or my dick is going to break off. I hear a few of my brother’s chuckle. I know those fuckers are hoping I’ll give them a good show and fuck her in front of them, but I’m keeping this fine ass to myself. None of my brothers are going to see her body but me.
We get into the warehouse, and I introduce her to Twist. Thankfully, he’s still sober and appears to be staying that way. He’s not some crazy druggie, but he gets pretty crazy when he does partake in them.
I hope to fuck she doesn’t call him Twizzler. I’m pretty sure he will flip the fuck out and probably try to give her to some idiot to sell in the sex trade market that’s so popular right now.
Twist hooked me up with some good shit to get me spun out tonight. I turn and walk behind the cage where it’s darker and pour out a nice sized rail on the top of my wrist. I take my rolled twenty dollar bill and snort half the rail up my right nostril. Exhaling, I snort up the other half a rail with my left nostril.
I take a deep breath through my nose and then pinch my nostrils together. I lick my finger and wipe it over my wrist to make sure I got everything, and then rub my finger over my gums. I sprinkle on a little extra to put on my gums for the fight. It’ll numb my mouth up nice in case I get hit.
I inhale a deep breath and feel the cool, tingly sensation of the cocaine making its way down my nose and throat. Fuck, that’s some good shit.
I make my way to the cage and take off my shirt. I blink a few times, and suddenly it’s like everything is clearer. I can hear people talking, yelling, and laughing all around me. I see the lights shining down onto the cage’s mat, and I see the old blood splatter still there.
Moe, the half-ass referee, comes and wraps up my hands. He’s an ugly little dude.
“Cain, how’s it, man?” he asks as he wraps my left hand in my red “Caution” tape wraps. Moe secures each hand so no fucks cheat with razors or brass knuckles.
“Just ready to fuck some shit up. You?” I peer down at the smaller man.
I guess he can tell from my tone he better lift his head and show me some fucking respect when he speaks to me. Moe is one person who has seen me mess up countless fools, up close and personal. This more than likely won’t be the last fight at which he wraps my hands, either.
“Fine, have a good fight.” He looks me in the eyes as he answers then nods and walks to my opponent.
He gains a miniscule amount of my respect by looking me in my eyes when he answered. There are quite a few men who won’t even look at my face when they talk to me here. It makes me want to punch them. I hate weak men.
A few minutes later, there’s a loud, shrill whistle. Looks like it’s show time.
“Tonight our brawlers are Cain and Smoke. Bikers, fuck some shit up so we can win some motherfucking money!”
The crowd starts screaming, and I gauge my opponent. He’s about my size, same height but blown up. I bet he’s juiced up on some steroids. He reminds me of a fucking gorilla, big ol’ arms. His head’s shaved, and he has a scar running down the side of it. I bet he’s a scary fuck to some, but he’s just another meathead to me.
He makes his way toward me, and I see his hits before they even happen. I do this shit all the time, so I can read most people’s moves before they make them just by watching how different body parts rest. I learn quickly what they favor, what’s weak, and what may be injured.
Bingo, his knee, old injury. I notice he also likes to wind up his arm instead of throwing clean, quick jabs.
I stare him in the face. He’s breathing heavily and glaring like that’s going to intimidate me. I side kick down onto his knee, and he drops, letting out a loud scream. I probably just crushed his kneecap with my motorcycle boot.
Douche is smart on his way down, though. He jabs out and clips me on the side of my jaw. When he makes it to the ground, I reach out and quickly grab his ears, smashing his face into my knee. Blood sprays from his nose and goes everywhere.
I step back to let him get to his feet; I prefer a more fair fight.
“Agh!” he roars and charges at me like a bull. He gets an uppercut to my ribs.
Fuck! All right, I’m done playing.
I yell back and slam my head into his bloody nose. I hear everyone in the crowd scream, and it fuels my adrenaline. He stumbles back, and I come at him with consecutive jabs—two, two, and one.
My last jab does it, and he falls to the ground.
“TKO, motherfucker! Next time, don’t touch my ribs.” I turn and nod at Moe. Mark it, another one for Cain.
The coke is thrumming through my blood with the adrenaline. All I can think of is getting a cold beer and fucking London. I check around for Twist and pick out London right next to him.
Good girl. I’m surprised she listened.
She notices me walking toward her, and her smile lights up. I did that…I put that smile there. I beam back at her.
“Hey, sweet cheeks, you good?” I place my arm around her back as soon as I’m next to her.
Every biker in here has been checking her sexy ass out, and they all need to know she’s here with me and she’s leaving with me. I’m all sweaty, but that’s good—my scent will be all over her.
“I’m great. That was so fucking awesome! God, Cain, you were like a machine.” She’s so excited, she’s jumping up and down while she talks.
“I was just telling Twizzler here that you looked so hot.” Twist grins over at her like she’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.
I have to do a double take. Twist, the crazy motherfucker, is wrapped around London’s little finger. I bet she doesn’t have any clue how good she has it with him. Twist would skin some fuckers alive if she asked him to.
I’ve never seen him be so gentle and nice to anyone before. I smirk at him; I’m so giving him shit for this later.
“Good fight, brother. Your little troublemaker was yelling at the top of her lungs, cheering you on the whole fight. I thought she’d puke. You didn’t tell me she was such a cool bitch.” He and London smile at each other, and she squeezes his arm. He hands me a small towel and a beer.
“Thanks, man.” I wipe the blood off my face and chug half of the beer.
I’m still hyped up and ready to get London by herself. I need to get us out of here. I know someone here will stir up shit if I hang around for too long.
“You about ready to take off?” I ask and look down at her.
She knows exactly what this means. She’s been teasing me since the grocery store. It’s all been foreplay leading to this. It’s time I quench my thirst, and London’s just the right one to fulfill it.
“Actually, can we have a few beers first? I was so busy watching you, I didn’t even have one.”
Ah, so she’s a little nervous. It’s cool. I’ll give her a chance to get her confidence back.
She needs to relax some, and I need to have a little downtime anyway. I may end up hurting her unintentionally if I take her right now. I am a little numb to some feelings, and I would hate myself if I gripped her too hard or was too rough. I love a good, hard fuck. But I want her to enjoy all of it, not get scared.
“We usually head to the clubhouse and drink there, so we don’t have to spend money where we just won it.” I tug her to me and rub the tip of my nose down the side of her throat, making her shiver. I stick my tongue out just a little to make it cool when I pull away and the air hits it.
“Okay, that sounds like fun,” she easily agrees.
Good, it won’t be long.
We all load up and ride to the club. We drive back faster because we all have extra energy from the adrenaline. After a fight, the brothers are in a good mood, wound up, and ready to party.
We get back to the compound and head out back to a big bonfire the prospect got started for us. I sit beside the fire in one of our wooden Adirondack chairs and pull London on my lap.
I shift my knees so she can get comfortable. Her tiny shorts seem to shrink even more when she sits down.
“Prospect, get us some beers!” I holler over the music. Guns N’ Roses’ “Patience” is blaring into the black night.
A few seconds later, London and I are handed a cold beer. I pull London back against my chest and wrap one of my arms across her waist. It’s warm still, but after such a hot day you can get a chill sometimes at night. Plus, it gives me a good excuse to have her molded to my body. I see some of my bros checking her out, and I want her all over me.
“You comfy, sugar?” I whisper into her ear. I feel her shiver again, and it makes me smile.
She must be sensitive on her neck. I lightly nip at her earlobe. She turns toward me and our noses touch.
“I’m more than comfy, Cain.” She leans in and starts to kiss me. Her lips are soft and her mouth is cold from the beer she just took a drink of. I suck her tongue into my mouth and then draw on her bottom lip.
After her lip pops out of my mouth, I dive back in to kiss her. Her tongue follows mine as I try to get as much of her taste as possible. I pull away slowly and look into her eyes.
She’s so fuckin’ gorgeous. She’s always made my heart beat fast. I tuck her closer to me and begin to kiss and suck on her neck; she tastes clean and a little salty from the humidity in the air. Her hair is surrounding my face, and all I can smell is her flowery shampoo. She smells so good and girly. It’s such a huge turn on that she’s so girly, so different from me.
I’m hard around the edges, and she’s curvy, soft, and feminine. I love her hips and tits, gives me something to hold onto. I stand up and pull her with me.
“Come on, baby, it’s time.” I swear if we wait any longer my dick might shoot off like a rocket out of my pants.
She nods and follows me back to the clubhouse. On the way, I snatch up two new beers for us.
We make our way down the dark hallway to my room. I’m glad I cleaned it up today so it’s not a total pigsty. I lock my door and set the beers down on the side table next to my bed. London is looking lost as she stands in the middle of my room, her arms crossed in front of her body.
“Come here, baby.” I hold my hand out to her, and she walks straight to me.
When she gets in front of me I reach behind me over my head and pull off my shirt. Her eyes watch, glancing all over my chest and arms as my muscles flex with my movements.
I see her take stock of each tattoo covering my body, and there are a lot. I’m covered: hands, fingers, arms, shoulders, pecs, neck, and my back. I also have a large tattoo that takes up most of the front of my left thigh that’s the same as my cut. It has the Oath Keepers top rocker and the Texas bottom rocker framing the insignia.
I lean down and start kissing her neck. It got her hot the last time, so I figure it’s a good place to start. She steps closer toward me after a minute. I run my hands down her shoulders, her arms, her sides, and lightly run my fingers under the hem of her tank top. I slide my hands upward, taking her top as I go and find her tits are bare.
Baby wasn’t even wearing a bra.
Her rosy nipples are puckered. I can’t help myself as I lean down and take one of the buds into my mouth. She lets out a little moan as I suck deeply on her flushed nipple.
I reach down to undo the button on my jeans; I can push them down when I’m ready. I run my hands over her sexy little stomach until I get to her shorts, and her stomach muscles tighten when she realizes I’m about to take them off. I let the nipple fall from my mouth and switch to her other tit, showing it some attention, sucking and playing with the peak with my tongue and lips. My tongue is pierced, so I run the barbell back and forth over her nipple.
I push her shorts down and feel she’s wearing a tiny G-string. There’s barely any material there, making my dick feel like it’s about to explode. If I’d known she was hardly dressed when she was pressed up against me on my bike earlier, we’d have not made it back here before stopping off on the side of the road somewhere.
I walk her backward toward my bed until the backside of her knees hit, and then I gently push her down onto the bed. My nostrils flare as I breathe her in. She’s absolutely stunning; her creamy skin highlighted by the long, black hair spread out around her. Her tits and cheeks are flushed again, and it turns me on to know I got her like this and have barely done a thing to her yet. That’s how I know she’s turned on; she has that little tell.
I snap the strings on her panties and shove them into my back pocket. Leaning down, I rest one knee on the bed between her thighs and just take her in. Her pussy is bare and her little plump lips glisten with her wetness.
I bend down and suck her lips into my mouth, licking up all her sweetness that’s leaked out then stick my tongue into her core. I put two fingers deep inside her and she moans.
“Oh God, Cain.”
Yes, baby, call me God.
“Baby, this cunt tastes so good; I could eat you for hours.” I coat my tongue in her wetness and then lick over her clit quickly. I feel her cum soak my fingers that are pumping in and out of her deeply, slowly.
“Fuck, Cain, I want you. Please stick your cock in me, please.”
I push my pants and boxer briefs down, then reach over and grab a condom. London takes the condom and rolls it down my dick while pumping it and squeezing it a few times. I pull her to stand up, and she looks at me, confused.
Oh, she thought this was going to be good ol’ missionary. I don’t think so.
I walk her backward again and push her against my bedroom wall. I put my fingers deep inside her for just a second. I want to feel her tight cunt squeeze around my fingers again.
Her pussy juice runs down my hand, confirming she’s ready to take me. I’m fairly large and don’t want to hurt her too much. I grab a thigh in each hand to wrap around my hips and pin her to the wall. I slide into her wet pussy in one smooth thrust.
“Oh fuck,” she moans out huskily.
“Yeah, London? I thought you were ready? I thought you wanted this cock deep inside your tight pussy?”
“Yes, oh I did. I mean, I do. Yes, just do that, whatever that is.”
“What, baby? You want me deep inside, pounding this pussy? I’m going to pound it, baby, don’t worry. I’m going to fuck this little pussy so hard you’ll have trouble sitting down tomorrow.”
“Fuck, Cain, please, give it to me.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds on.
I bend my knees so I can sink in at a different angle and drive my dick up into her, hard and deep. I pound into her a couple hard times, and I feel her pussy start to spasm.
“Milk my cock, baby, take that cum deep. Good girl.” I shoot off, and my cum goes into the condom.
I kiss her tenderly and slowly for a few beats. Then I slide her down my body so her tits rub against my chest and set her down on her feet.
“You good, sweet cheeks?” I ask quietly and hold her upright so she can get her bearings.
“Yes, thanks, that was umm…that was just—wow! Do you want to lie down? My legs feel kind of like Jell-O.” Her voice is a little shaky, and it makes me smirk.
“London? Did I say we were done?”
“Oh, no?” She peers up at me, asking like it’s a question.
“Get on all fours on the bed. I’m going to spank that ripe ass and make you come some more. I’m not going to be done taking that pussy for a while,” I demand.
What kind of lazy ass has she been with before me? Once? She’s fuckin’ crazy if she thinks I’m giving this chance up. Never mind, I don’t want to picture her with anyone else.