The fucker thought he could pull a gun on me? One that wasn't even loaded? Patrick's eyes gave everything away. I could see the doubt, the terror, and the hesitation all there. He knew this plan wasn't going to work. So why even try?
I slapped the gun straight out of his hands. The shocked look on his face was priceless. My anger was bubbling to the surface. Patrick deserved to be slapped around—taught a lesson that you never pull a gun on a Devil's Hellions unless you intend to use it.
He had no idea his defiance was making me so hard.
When Patrick was all tied up on my bed, all I could think about what fucking him relentlessly as he screamed. My throbbing cock wouldn't be satisfied until it tasted his ass.
I pushed Patrick to the creaky bed and jumped on top of him, forcing my lips on him. He resisted at first, trying to squirm away but the passion enveloped us.
His hair smelled like rain in the summer, his lips a fiery heat against mine. Patrick moaned against me. I craned his neck to the side. The nape of his neck was soft and delicious as I took my first bite.
Patrick's heavy breathing echoed in my ears. He tugged at my leather cut, trying to figure out a way to get it off. My kisses ran up his neck and behind her ear. Nothing could stop me from having him now.
I slipped my arms out of my cut and threw it on the floor. Patrick slowly lifted my white wife-beater, smiling deviously as he looked up at me. I tossed it to the side and Patrick ran his fingers across my inked chest.
“Why a devil?” he asked, circling the Devil's Hellions tattoo across my pecs.
I shrugged. “Blaze thought it sounded badass. He wanted to strike fear in our enemies.”
“Are big bikers even scared of the devil?” Patrick seemed to have already moved on to taking off my jeans. I tried to find a response but his fingers deftly unzipped my pants, stealing my attention. I swatted his hands away before he could expose my large shaft. He shouldn't get everything he wants.
I unbuttoned Patrick's shirt until his chest cut from stone was exposed. My cock hammered in my boxer briefs, begging to be released. It wasn't time yet.
I pulled down his pants until his black boxers saw the light of day. Patrick closed his eyes and moaned as I pressed against his boner. I could see his underwear already stained with his pre-come.
My finger ran on the inside of his underwear, lightly grazing his tip and collecting all his juices. I sucked on my wet finger, savoring the sweet flavor. “Do you know how good you taste, Patrick?”
He shook her head, panting. I flipped him over until he was face down on my bed. I admired his strong back and firm ass. I littered kisses all down his spine, Patrick shivering with goosebumps everywhere. I pulled up on his hips until Patrick was on all fours. I slowly peeled his boxers down until the rested around his knees.
“I've been thinking about fucking this ass the moment I met you,” I told him, rubbing his cheek with my open palm. I raised my hand back and let it loose, crashing it against his ass.
Patrick screamed and begged for more. I slapped his ass repeatedly, watching as he snapped his head back, taking in all the pleasure. His ass became red and raw.
“I can't wait any longer, Phoenix. Fuck me in the ass now!”
“I don't take orders from anybody.”
Patrick turned back to me with a face of desperation. “Please, Phoenix...before I burst.”
This man was going to scream my name a thousand times before the day was over.
I grasped Patrick's hips and pulled his ass against my raging hard-on. My balls were heavy and needed to be emptied.
“No more teasing,” I murmured, forcing all of me into Patrick's tight hole. He rocked his head back and howled. His ass stretched as I filled every inch of him. I pushed deeper and deeper, my teeth clenched as I thrust in and out.
His soft ass jiggled with every pounding. His breathing quickened. Patrick moaned at the top of his lungs. He was close. “Phoenix...”
“Come for me, baby,” I commanded, allowing him to finally succumb to his desires.
Patrick shattered right in front of me, spasming over and over, bucking against me. I slapped his ass hard as he came around my cock. His hands and legs could barely hold himself up. This man was mine for the night and he wasn't going to stop getting fucked until I had no cum left.
“Harder...harder,” Patrick begged me. I collided with him hard, sending him lurching forward on the bed. His ass was going to take my cock as deep as it could go.
The pleasure coursed through my veins like a raging river. Every thrust got me closer and closer to that peak.
“Come with me,” Patrick yelled.
“Not yet.” I could come at any moment but I wasn't done with him. He yelped every time I crashed into him. My balls were full of hot magma and my volcano needed to explode.
“I'm close, Patrick,” I warned him.
“Come inside me, Phoenix. I need to feel you.”
Patrick saying my name was my undoing. I let go and finally released. He climaxed again with me, struggling against my hold on him. I fucked Patrick hard until every last drop of cum was unloaded into his ass.
I pulled out and watched as he collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty mess, his back expanding and contracting with every breath. My seed leaked out of him and dried on the flannel comforter.
“How was that?” Patrick asked in a daze, his hair all disheveled.
I lay down next to him, feeling his naked body against me. “We're not done yet,” I said and Patrick's eyes shot open.
“I don't know if I can take anymore, Phoenix.” His voice faltered.
“Once I get a taste of you, you're mine for the entire night.”
Patrick smiled and almost passed out. “I'll give you a breather,” I said. I took his hand and led it down below where se felt my cock already hard again. “But only for a moment. I'm ready to fuck your brains out.”
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A knock at the door woke me up in the middle of the night. I checked the clock next to the bed and it was only one in the morning. I looked next to me and Patrick was sound asleep. He had kicked the covers off and his naked body was aglow in the moonlight.
I got out of bed and didn't even bother getting dressed. Whoever was interrupting me at this hour deserved an eyeful. I opened the door a sliver so they couldn't see the mess I had made with Patrick. Tank stood in the hallway all big and buff. He used to wrestle back in high school and he looked like he could still play.
“Prez needs to see you right away, Phoenix.” Tank scratched at his broom mustache.
“Be down in a moment.” I closed the door and looked back at Patrick. His perfect ass was nice and round, begging to be fucked again. My cock almost came to attention but I willed it away. I had more important things to think about.
Why was Blaze wanting to meet so late at night? It could only have to do with Patrick. If Blaze wanted me to do away with him, he'd have a fight on his hands. I wasn't done with the man yet. Not by a long shot.
I got dressed and made sure my Remington was loaded before putting it behind my back in my waistband. Blaze was sitting alone in the meeting room when I walked in and Tank closed the door, standing guard outside.
My hand instinctively went to the butt of my gun. If Blaze wanted a shootout, he'd get one.
“Take a seat, Phoenix,” Blaze said, half his face covered in shadow.
My heart was punching the inside of my chest. I sat down in my normal seat at the opposite end of the table, my hand still behind my back on the gun. “What did you wake me up for, Prez?”
“It's about the guy,” he replied with his hands folded in front of him. He looked like a Bond villain, ready to push a button and send me flying down a chute to be eaten by crocodiles. “We got word from Byron—he wants to make a trade.”
My hand relaxed off the gun. “He's ready to give up his territory for his brother?”
Blaze leaned back in his chair. “He didn't agree to anything yet. He wants to see his brother in person first.”
Giving back Patrick was the last thing I wanted to do. My cock wasn't even close to done with him yet. But the MC came first. There'd be plenty of other pieces of ass to stick my dick into. “Okay, so where's the meet?”
“Near the edge of town, under the overpass.”
“Think it might be a trap?” I asked.
Blaze chuckled to himself. “With Byron...always.”