“G.T.!” She screams over and over watching my face, sweat beginning to trickle off my nose and down her body. I’m not going to last, she’s too perfect and I’ve waited too long for this moment.
“Come on Babe. Come for me. Let me hear you.” Grabbing her knees, I pull her body down the car, her pussy now in line with my cock as I stand. Over and over and over I thrust in and out of her. Casey’s eyes are magnets to mine and I’m relieved for it. I need to know she’s here with me at this moment. She screams my name profusely and falls back in a heap on the car as her orgasm hits losing the eye contact I craved.
“Damn Casey. Damn.” My cum shoots out hot, fast and my whole body convulses feeling Casey down to my toes. After the shocks let up, I collapse down over her body crushing her to the car. Her arms come around my sweaty back; her lips kiss the side of my face.
“Yeah… Damn.” She whispers in my ear breathing in and out quickly. We lay there for quite some time, neither one of us willing to make the first move. My cock begins to soften inside of her and I feel my cum begin to trickle down our joined bodies. My body goes stiff as a terrible realization hits me.
“Fuck Casey. I didn’t wear a condom. Fuck!” I bark loudly as I slowly pull out of her. I’m always fucking covered, what the fuck is wrong with me.
“Are you clean?” She asks me nervously as I stand there watching my cum seep out of her pussy and drip down the crack of her ass. My dick instantly going hard all over again.
“Yeah. I’m always covered. Always.”
“Not always.” She sighs. “I have the injection so we’re covered on the pregnancy end.” Casey began to move off the car as I stand there just staring at her pussy. “You can stop staring now.” She smiles, hopping down.
“Babe. Watching my cum fall out of you, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” I lick my lips contemplating if I should just throw her back up on the trunk of the car and lick her clean.
Shaking her head, she walks past me to the garage bathroom. I snap out of my cum dripping haze and throw my leathers back on not bothering to button them. Fuck, I want her again. I need her again. As she strolls out naked, I take in every inch of her fantastic body. The way her tits stand to attention on their own, the curves of her hips, the way her hair flows freely down her back.
As she approaches me, her smile deepens as if she’s reading my mind. “That was a long time coming, biker boy.” She stands on her tip toes and kisses the tip of my nose. No way. This is not goodbye. I’m not done. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I crash my lips to hers so hard I taste blood for a moment, but don’t fucking care.
From that moment the next two weeks were the best of my fucking life, Casey stayed in my bed and I fucked her every goddamned way I could come up with. I didn’t touch another pussy, didn’t even fucking look at one. I had the only fucking one I wanted. When she started talking about school and not wanting to move away from me, I knew I couldn’t keep her. She had every intention of giving up school just to stay by me and I couldn’t let that happen. She deserved so much fucking better than an asshole like me. But I couldn’t give her up. Better yet, I didn’t fucking want to give her up.
It crushed me to give Casey the final blow, but knew it had to be done. No matter how much I wanted her, I couldn’t have her.
“Hey DeDe. You about done?” I ask the woman straightening up the bed in my room. I’ve had DeDe cleaning my room now for the past few months. She’s a club momma and I’ve gotten my fill from her, but a lot of flirting goes a long way in getting shit done. And I need this pigsty cleaned up and I’m not doing it.
“Hey, almost done.” She looks up and smiles at me, batting those long eyelashes, the ones that used to have my dick getting hard instantly, but now, nothing. Not with my Angel in my bed. It’s about damn time, I’ve waited too fucking long to have her.
But I can’t get the words out of my head that I overheard earlier today. The words that have been killing me inside. The words that will make me give up the one thing that I desperately want. What a fucking pussy. But for her I’ll do anything.
“You need me to stick around?” She asks seductively walking up to me standing at the door.
“Nah babe. I’m good.” I step outside the door allowing her through. She stands up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss on my lips in a simple peck that I don’t really reciprocate.
A gasp comes from the end of the hall and Casey’s eyes are penetrating me. If they were daggers, I’d be fucking dead in a puddle of my own blood. Her eyes shatter before me, the light drifting to dark and as much as it kills me those fucking words travel back in my head and I seize the moment.
“Sorry babe. I need more than one pussy. Variety always works best for me.” I shrug my shoulder as if it’s no big deal, but inside I’m crumbling to the ground. She doesn’t say a word, just turns and walks away. It takes everything in my power to not run to her and tell her that it was a fucking lie, but I can’t because this is the only way.
It’s been weeks since I had her last and I can’t fucking stand to be in another pussy. I’ve tried, but it doesn’t happen. I always end up having the bitch suck me off and it’s just for the physical release.
I haven’t talked to Princess about this shit. I don’t even know what to say. I just stay the fuck away from her. If she tries to talk to me, I brush her off or leave. Even with the big blow out, when we fought in the ring, I didn’t talk. The only reason I even fought her was because she challenged me. I couldn’t back down from that shit and I knew she could take it. Each blow I landed didn’t make me feel any better at all and the only thing the fight accomplished was getting bloody and bruised. It did help give me some release though, even if I still missed my Angel.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, Buzz is at the main gates to move the steel fence letting us in. We are not on lockdown, but Diamond insists we keep the place pretty secure which means a Prospect at the main gates at all times, determining who can come in and who can fuck off. Personally, I think it’s a good move.
I know Dagger and Rhys will want to sit and hash out what just went down before bringing it to the table. After parking and entering the club, we side up around one of the tables, chin lifting everyone we see, but keeping to ourselves for a moment. Breaker brings us three bottles of beer, a bottle of Jim and glasses. He knows us well.
“So, what the fuck?” Dagger starts and I have the same thing on my mind.
“Shit. I don’t know. It’d be a shit ton of money, but fuck… That’s some serious shit. We’d be fucked if we got caught. There’d be no way to get out of that shit.” Rhys voices before downing a shot of Jim. He is totally right. I nod.
“Something doesn’t feel right guys. I don’t know what it is, but something’s off.” My gut is screaming at me. I’ve always trusted it. As good as the money is, it’ll be hard to turn down, but money is not everything. Freedom is.
“Agree. We’ll take it to the table.” Rhys says slamming his hand to the table.
“Agreed. So, boys… I’m thinking I need to get laid.” Dagger looks over at the couch where the two club momma’s are laying staring at the television in front of them. “My dick’s hard thinking about all that money.”