I slip my finger through her folds and groan at how fucking wet she is, and I’m done. I grab my shaft, lining it up before slamming my cock into her pussy so hard she slides up the sofa. I reach down and grab her hair, wrapping it around my fist and yanking her up, arching her back and pulling her into me. My other hand reaches around, and my fingers rub her clit as I slide my cock out and slam it back into her, again and again and again.
I feel her body tremble and she screams. Her hands grabbing at everything around her but not able to hold onto one thing for too long as she loses all control. I twist her neck and pull her hand back and crash my lips onto hers giving her a bruising kiss. I follow her over that crest a few seconds later, my cum spilling into her pussy and mixing with hers.
As she begins to come down, I pull out and flip her over, and then climb over her.
“Open up.”
She blinks a couple of times but doesn’t question me, just opens her mouth as I force my cock as far as it will go. She gags slightly before adjusting when my cock hits the back of her throat.
“I want you to taste our combined cum. Lick every last drop from my dick.” She’s exhausted and her movements her slow, but she obliges, licking and sucking my dick clean.
I pull out and smile. She swallows and I lean down placing a kiss on her nose and then on her lips before I pull back just a little, my arms resting either side of her face as I watch her eyelids flicker several times before she can no longer keep them open, her body finally gives in to exhaustion and she passes out where she lies.
It’s right then that I know I’m well and truly fucked.
Chapter
Forty
We’ve been sat in the shadows across the street from a scruffy dive bar for the last three hours. We’d got a call from the owner to let us know that six members of the Poisoned Devils were inside. When we got here, we sent in one of the new prospects as a civilian to check it out. Once he confirmed they were in there, Ice made a call for a few more of the brothers to head down. We want to deal with these fuckers as swiftly as possible, and we’d need more than myself, Ice and the newbie to do it. So, Nitro and Gears arrived on their bikes followed by Tongue, Blades, Doc and Priest in one of the club’s vans.
“How’s things with you and Marissa?” Nitro asks, side eyeing me the longer I take to answer.
“Good.” One word, what else am I meant to fucking say? I enjoy being with her, I enjoy fucking her and watching her break. And I love how she lets me test her limits.
But it won’t last. It can’t.
Every time I think about having a future with her, I remember how Chloe betrayed me. I know Marissa isn’t Chloe but most of the women we meet in our world are only after a property patch and I can’t help the niggle in the back of my head that tells me it will never work.
We sit up as we watch two of the members leave the bar and climb onto their bikes. As they ride off Nitro gives the nod to the brothers in the van for them to follow while the rest of us stay behind to make sure the others don’t come out of the bar and catch us.
A few seconds later the van disappears from sight, and we’re focused on the bar door once more. As I settle back onto the seat of my Harley, Nitro lights up a smoke and then turns to me. “You’re getting your dick wet while leading her on. It isn’t fair on her, if you aren’t going to commit…”
“I can’t fucking commit to her,” I hiss out at him, and he glares at my outburst.
He lets out a heavy sigh turning his gaze back to the bar. “If you can’t commit. Don’t be a prick, fucking let her go.” The conversation over, he pulls out his phone, taps the screen a few times and then tucks it back into his pocket.
“The two who left the bar have been secured and are on their way to the clubhouse. Let’s go. Now we know where they drink, we can take the others another night.” Not waiting for any of us to respond he starts his engine and takes off in the direction of the clubhouse.
I stood and watched as Tongue and Ice literally tore apart one of the Devils in the hopes that we would get more information out of them but to their credit they both remained tight lipped. Tipping my head against the wall I watch as Tongue slices parts of skin from the remaining member. Knowing he won’t talk, it’s no longer about getting information; this is simply a form of enjoyment for Tongue, the rest of us are just here to watch.
Dropping the knife, he steps back from his torture.
“Brother?” Ice questions him.
We all watch him waiting for some sort of response from him, but he just shrugs his shoulders and walks over to the sink and washes his hands without a word.
“Guess he’s done,” Ice quips and the rest of us chuckle.
We turn to the Devil strung up from the ceiling, naked, beaten and missing half of his skin as well as some fingers and toes, bones broken, eyes swollen shut and blood dripping from almost every part of him.
Nitro, Ice and I follow Tongue up from the basement, and along the corridor toward the main room. The closer we get, the louder the din of music and chatter becomes. Nobody bats an eye as we walk through the door. Tongue as usual heads for the stairs, he isn’t social so will avoid crowds unless he’s made to stay.
As I make my way over to the bar I stop when I realise the others aren’t following me. I turn to see Nitro watching Ice as he heads over to Georgia-Rae. A quick glance tells me she’s watching Nitro though and I shake my head turning back and slapping my President on the arm.
“What the fuck?” I ask when I realise he's watching her and not Ice. I see him swallow as he looks at me and then storms off toward the bar.
Taking a seat on the stool I give the prospect a chin lift and then turn to face the room, leaning back and placing my elbows on the counter.
