by M. N. Forgy
“Oh I know, trust me. I fucking know,” he replies wolfishly. He flicks my clit and my whole body heats to a level I’ve never known it was capable of.
“I’m going to have this pussy dripping so wet that you’re not going to care if I put it in your ass, your mouth, or this sweet little pussy. As long as you have my dick inside of you,” he states arrogantly.
My head falls back, my body grinding on its own accord against his hold.
“I thought you didn’t fuck cops?” I moan.
He releases his hand from my clit and grabs me by the throat, his face inches from mine. A rush of something exciting and dark races through me with his hard grip around my throat. It angers me but fuels me. I melt into his hold, granting him claim of my entire being. My world spins, and I clench my eyes shut trying to make sense of my body’s reaction.
“You’re no fucking cop,” he seethes, and I can’t help but look at him with a lost look. He always sneers at me in disgust that I’m a cop, what’s different now?
“Why do you say that?” His eyes flick between both of mine.
“You would have turned us in today if you were.” He tilts his head to the side. “Why didn’t you?”
I swallow, his hold tight on my throat. “I don’t know,” I whisper honestly. I have plenty of excuses as to why I didn’t, but none of them justify why I really did it. I don’t know why I turned around, something inside of me told me to push my feet to turn around and I did. Something dark and dangerous dwelling deep within my soul told me to look away.
Letting go of my throat he grabs me under the thighs, using one hand he clears the counter in reckless abandon of my makeup and toothbrush. All of it flinging around the bathroom.
He plows my ass on the counter, and like a crazed animal, I lose control. Done with the games, done with what is right and wrong. My mouth smashes against his as my hands make work of his belt.
He tastes of weed and whiskey, his lips are hard and demanding. His tongue taking no mercy as it explores my mouth. He pulls a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and rips it open with his teeth. My pussy throbs with what’s to come. Using my feet, I push his jeans and underwear just down his ass and his length springs free. It’s big in girth and long in length. It’s veiny, and the head is massive. My body tingles looking at it. He sheathes his cock in the condom. Setting each of my feet on the edge of the counter I widen my legs for him, giving my pink, wet pussy to him fully. He rests his hand on my collarbone again and stills. His eyes on mine. It’s a moment that neither of us speak but something soft and sentimental passes silently.
My nostrils flare in this moment, my heart drumming against my chest.
Using his free hand, he holds the base of his hard length and slams it into my wetness.
My head falls back against the mirror as a satisfying moan erupts from my lips. He stretches me like no man I’ve been with. His length hits the back of me and fills me fully. It feels so fucking good and hurts just the same. I could fuck him all night.
“Goddamn,” he moans, his hand tightening around my throat. The control he seeks turns me on more than I ever thought I’d enjoy. I want it, I crave it. It makes me feel safe watching his strength and dominance take over. He pumps into me again, and I swear the breath is thrust from my lungs. My mouth gaped open, eyes rolled back he hits me just right.
He plunges into me again and again. A jerk of his hips taking my breath away each time. Our impulsive touches, and harsh breathing the closest feeling to having my soul ripped from my chest as he fucks me into a darker realm. His head falls into the crook of my neck, his breath hot and sticky against my skin. His hand remains on my neck, as he owns my whole body telling me who’s in charge.
My nails scrape at his back for purchase as I ride the wave of this beast of a man. With a sharp jerk of his hips my back thrusts into the mirror so hard it cracks it, the sound of glass splintering beneath me. But we don’t stop or slow down. Nothing can stop us from crossing that forbidden line that both of us have been craving since we met. It’s filled with hate, and lust swirled with infatuation and sin. He fucks me hard, and oh so good. Pressure builds in my core, and my toes curl around his back.
My head falls forward, and in a haze I see a blurry image standing in the room behind Felix. I blink and notice it’s a fuming Gia. Angry eyes watch us, her chest rising and falling. I smile like the fucking Devil as I ride Felix’s cock. Shaking her head, she turns quickly and leaves, making sure to slam the door hard. Felix’s body tenses in my hold, and teeth clamp down on my shoulder so hard it’s the last ingredient to throw me into ecstasy. I come so hard I see stars and lose my breath. My body wound up so tight I feel like I may combust on this counter.
He pumps his hips one more time, as he stills in my hold. Both of us gasping for air as we come down from our high.
He pulls from the crook of my neck, and eyes me warily. Our bodies are sweaty, and my limbs ache. His chest is flushed, and I can’t help but run my nails down his chest like a feral cat. I didn’t want this to end, I want more.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asks, his tender tone doing things to me.
I shake my head. “No, just the opposite,” I smile. I’ve never had it that rough before, and I loved it. Of course I don’t go into detail in telling him that, I don’t want to come off like a clinger.
Pulling the condom off his cock, cum drips on the counter. He dabs his finger in it and runs it across my chest like a barbarian. I eye him like a crazy person.
“You don’t fuck any of my men, do you understand?” his tone sharp, grabbing his jeans he pulls them up and steps back. That moment of softness gone, and control and dominance back in its place.
“Why? Because you want me for yourself?” I prod. He stops, looking over his shoulder but not quite all the way. The look in his eyes tells me he’s battling with what he’s about to say.
“I don’t fuck cops,” he sneers.
My mouth drops, rage fueling my chest so hard I feel my heart tear apart.
“If you think I’m just one of those girls you can control and walk over, then you have another thing coming, asshole!”
That grabs his attention because he turns around and grabs me under the thighs lifting me from the counter. He tosses me on the bed and hovers over me. His fists pressed into the mattress with execution.
“I’m always up for a challenge, Black Bird.” I tilt my head at his nickname. He used to call me Blue Bird. “If I see you so much as look at one of my brothers in a manner that pisses me off, I will strip you where you stand and fuck you in front of them all.” My thighs clench imagining that scene play out.
“You wouldn’t,” I dare. He raises a brow, his hair that escaped his man bun falling in his face.
“You seem to think I give a shit, I don’t. I’m not a gentleman, don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise,” he counters. I furrow my brows at what he thinks of himself.
“Why do you think you’re such a bad guy?”
Lowering his head, I instantly feel him cool beneath my hand, his body tensing. He pulls away from me, his hand running through his messy hair.
“Since I was a kid I’ve lived in the shadows of a motorcycle club. Being the child of A Sin City Outlaws, you’re immediately judged as the city’s vile underside before you’re even allowed to decide your worth. After so many years, you become the thing people say you are,” he states so huskily my hearts pangs for him. His eyes meeting mine with darkness and longing. I see then and there not what this man is capable of, but of the beast inside of him, that makes that possible.
“Don’t give me that fucking look,” he orders, and I pull the sheet over my bare body.
“What look?”
“Like you feel bad for me or something. You and I aren’t so different, you’re a wolf in a sheep’s disguise,” he states so calmly, so deeply, and raw it makes me think he knows me more than I know myself for a second. He’s implying I’m more savage than I let on. Am I?
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nbsp; Maybe he’s talking about what I did today when I turned away from the bloody scene I stepped upon. My eyes shoot to his, what if he found something out about my dad that I don’t know about?
“Did you find something out I need to know?” I whisper, my brows furrowing. My heart drumming with hope that he has the piece to this missing puzzle that escapes my soul.
His jaw ticks, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks away from me. That hardness that he bestows so beautifully but fearfully masking his softer side.
“No, nothing,” he replies, pushing off the bed. Grabbing the door handle, he stops where he stands.
“Don’t fucking leave this room!” he snaps angrily before shutting the door with force.
I feel vulnerable and I don’t like it. Guilt pangs at my chest at what just happened in that bathroom, how I became so weak to his advance. Hell, I didn’t even play hard to get.
Biting my lip his words echoes in my head.
“We’re not so different.” The way he said it, it had meaning behind it.
My senses tell me he’s lying about something. I’m trained to know when someone is lying to me and he just hit every check mark.
Felix
Stepping outside of the bedroom I rub at my neck anxiously. This feeling running through me unnerves me. I lost control and fucked her, and I felt so close to her, so raw and real that it has me confused and fucking angry. I fucked a goddamn cop. Being inside of Alessandra was like fucking for the very first time. She was soft, smelled good, tight around my cock. I hate her and want her all in one emotion. Running my hands down my face, I exhale a ragged breath. What the fuck did I just do? I betrayed my blood, my fucking code of life. I lose control and I knew I would eventually. Every time I’m near her, it’s as if my body is drawn to her regardless of the shiny fucking badge she wears. I want to rip it off and slam my dick into her until she screams every time I see her ass in that cruiser.
“You smell like her.”
Looking to my left, Gia is leaning against the wall just outside my door, her arms crossed. Her left brow is raised, her eyes looking at me with judgment. She knows, and I have no doubt will make a fucking mess of things.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, ignoring her accusation. Slipping off the wall like a black widow, she sashays toward me.
“I came to find you, and maybe play a little.” She tilts her head to the side as she rubs her hand over my dick. I raise a brow at her and find her tacky rather than sexy for the first time. What is happening to me?
I run my palm down my face, not sure what this fucking means. I fucked a cop, even if she is dirty and has a black past, I’m no good for her. I’ll take her into the throes of hell, and won’t let her escape. That is why I can’t tell her about her past because then our demons really will bond and there will be no turning back. She needs to find out if she wants to play on the dark side or twirl in the light all on her own, and I’m not going to make it easy for her to pick a side. This life is not for little girls.
“Give me five minutes,” I growl, shoving past Gia. She giggles annoyingly, and I head into the main area for a shot of whiskey. Needing something to calm my racing thoughts and unfamiliar feelings drumming through my cold veins.
Going behind the bar I grab the whiskey bottle, tossing the cap on the bar I decide to just take three large gulps and say fuck the shot glass.
It burns so good all the way down, instantly warming my blood. My fingers so close to my face I can smell Alessandra’s sweet pussy on my fingers. I can’t help but inhale a deeper breath, and it pisses me off I want more.
I broke a code being with her, and I liked it. I fucking liked it!
Lowering the bottle, I watch Gia enter a random room down the hall. I need her. I need Gia to ground me, remind me of what I am and this is as good as it gets for me.
Trashy women, breaking the law, and reigning repercussions on the citizens of Vegas. I’m biker trash, and always will be.
Slamming the bottle down, I push past the crowd and right into the room with Gia. She’s standing in the middle of the room shirtless, her mouth parted sexily. She turns where she stands, and one stride at a time she makes her way to me.
She reaches out to touch me and I strike my hand out and fist her hair before she can make contact.
I bring her mouth a hair’s length away from mine and really look at her. She whimpers in my hold, and I notice how dry her hair feels in my hand compared to Alessandra’s silky brown locks. How her red lipstick looks cheap against Alessandra’s pink lip gloss. I shove Gia away and growl at where my head is. I’m always horny, and love to fuck multiple times in a night. What the hell is wrong with me?
Heading to the chair, I lean back and close my eyes. Yeah, if I don’t see Gia I won’t compare the difference between her and Alessandra. I need to get my head straight, and having Gia’s familiar touch will bring my head back to where it needs to be.
I feel her slide between my legs, and fumble with my jeans. My dick is still flaccid, not even slightly excited. What the fuck? Blowing out a ragged breath I look over and find a rolled blunt on the table. Don’t mind if I do, I need it more than whoever left it.
I grab it and open the drawer in hopes of finding a lighter. I find a small blue one and giant purple dildo right next to it. Grabbing the lighter, I light the end of the blunt and take a deep breath. The green remedy fills my lungs, and relaxes my mind.
“You okay, baby?” Gia coos, her eyes fluttering with concern. I’m sure she cares about me on some fucked up level, but you can never be sure here. Girls want the alpha, the man wearing the cut so they can feel like they’re special. If I told Gia to take a hike I wouldn’t be surprised if she jumped on another brother’s dick in a heartbeat. I can’t trust her.
“Shut up,” I hiss, taking a drag off the blunt.
She stands, and turns, pulling her skirt over her ass. Tan lines mark her round ass that reminds me of two globes. I love a big ass. Reaching out, I rub at one cheek roughly before slapping the skin as hard as I can. She winces as her hand slides down between her legs. She acts like she likes it rough, but I’m not so sure she does.
“You want to stick your dick in my ass?” she moans, her hair falling down her back. My dick jumps at that thought, but it’s still not enough. Not close.
“Get Dolly,” I order her. Maybe if I get two girls in here my dick will be pleased. She stands and looks at me with pouty lips. Gia’s jealousy isn’t cute on her. “Get her, or get the fuck out,” I bark, not in the mood for her shit.
Gia steps to the door and hollers for Dolly, not bothering to push her skirt back down.
Seconds later Dolly walks in half drunk. Not surprising, ever since Zeek fell for Jillian, Dolly has been lost as to what to do next. Staggering in, I notice the top of her red dress is so loose her tits are flopping everywhere, her pink panties are showing from the bottom of the dress riding up. The bridge of her nose is broke, and her makeup is thick trying to cover the black eye Alessandra gave her. Dragging my bottom lip in-between my teeth I try to keep from smiling.
“Hey, baby,” Dolly coos at me.
Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I can’t find an ounce of horniness in me. Alessandra fucking broke me. The girls giggle, reminding me they’re there. Being with Black Bird made me feel like I crossed a line I didn’t belong on, but I can’t for the life of me drag my ass to that bed and fuck these two girls. My dick just isn’t into it. It had something much sweeter and finer, and refuses to go back to something old and worn.
Opening the drawer, I fist the giant dildo. “Fuck her in the ass,” I instruct Dolly, before tossing her the fake dick. Gia’s eyes light up excitedly, and Dolly rubs her hands along the rubber silicone like she just hit the fucking lottery.
It’s hard to have respect for these women when they don’t respect themselves.
Dolly kisses Gia playfully, and Gia kisses her back. Both of them keeping their eyes on me as they make out together. Gia’s hands slide over Dolly�
�s bare breast slowly her nipples budding from the touch. They fall onto the bed together, and Gia sticks her ass into the air ready for the purple eggplant to slam in her ass.
“Spit on this?” Dolly outstretches her hand, the dildo in it. I lift a brow, I’m not spitting on that thing.
Getting the hint, she shrugs and spits on it herself before turning back to Gia and shoving it in her ass slowly. Her ass opens up for it easily, and she moans like a porn star. Dolly pinches her own nipple as she slips the dick in as far as it will go. The sound of the rubber dick slamming into Gia’s ass makes a slurping sound just before she moans out with pleasure.
Sitting back in my chair I blow a cloud of smoke as I watch the two. Tanned legs, fake tits, and tacky hair tangle in the bed before me. As I watch them, I’m trying to make sense of the woman in the other room.
Why her damaged past makes me want her more, to see past the fact she’s a cop and I’m a traitor to my blood.
“Fuck me harder!” Gia moans, and Dolly’s arm works faster as she pumps it into her.
Tilting my head to the side I inhale the earthy tones and think maybe I’m thinking too hard.
If I want Alessandra, why not just fucking take her. My president claimed a sheriff, so am I really betraying my bloodline or are we evolving into a smarter breed.
Shaking my head, I’m not sure. The only thing that is standing in my way is her badge, and by the looks of Alessandra, she’s no fucking cop.
I just need her to see that.
The girls climax together, moaning and howling sexily.
Stubbing the joint out in the palm of my hand, I stand. The girls falling on the bed out of breath, and the dildo in Dolly’s hand. If Alessandra has taught me anything, it’s that there is a difference between being a freak and a ho. These girls are the latter, and their act is getting stale.
“Where are you going?” Dolly asks out of breath, working her tired arm.
“Thanks for the show ladies,” I mutter. I mean, I’m not a complete asshole, I’m going to thank them for their company. Even if I wasn’t the one getting off.