by Avelyn Paige
Waking up to Dani straddling me and riding my cock is the best damn wake-up call a man could ever dream of. I have no idea how she managed to get me at attention without stirring me from sleep, but fuck I love it. Feeling her slide herself over me while I’m still groggy made it feel like it was a dream coming to reality. It wasn’t until her fingernails skimmed my stomach, leaving red trails down my flesh, that I realized it wasn’t a fucking dream.
“Ride me, angel,” I say while guiding her by her hips, slamming her down harder. “Use my cock to find your release.”
She pants with each sway of her pelvis, grinding against my hips. Her eyes remain closed as she rides me until she comes apart, throwing her head back in ecstasy while her orgasm shocks her body. She smiles as I continue to rock her hips.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “Good morning.”
“Good morning to you, my sexy vixen. Was someone feeling a bit horned up this morning and couldn’t wait for me to wake up?” I tease her, running my fingers over her pebbled nipples. She squeals from the touch. Damn, she’s sensitive after she gets off. I need to make a mental note of that to use that to my advantage later. I wonder if I could lick her into another orgasm with just her nipples.
“You could say that.” She giggles as she tries to remove herself from my dick. “I thought for sure you’d wake up sooner than that.”
I quickly reverse our positions, rolling her onto her back, never pulling my dick from her still clenching pussy.
“Well, I seem to have this insatiable angel that wakes me up at all hours of the night. It makes it hard for a man to get some sleep.”
“Well, I guess I’ll have to seek attention elsewhere if you can’t keep up. A girl has needs to, you know.”
Seriousness crosses my face. Pinning her arms to the bed above her head, I claim her mouth while thrusting into her.
“I thought you understood, angel. This pussy belongs to me. If you think for one second another man or that vibrator you have hidden in your drawer can fuck you into submission like me, you’ve got another thing coming. If I have to hog tie you to this bed, Dani, I will. I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll be unable to move for days. Not a bad idea now that I think about it.”
The thought of her bound by ropes in my bed turns me the fuck on. Her wanton body lying frozen in the sheets, begging me for more. Jesus, that would be a sight.
“Ever tried a little bondage? Rope would look so fucking sexy against your skin. I’ve never been a fan of it, but the thought of tying you to this bed for my pleasure is making my cock throb.”
Her smile is laced with a mixture of fear and excitement. “I don’t know if I’d like being tied up but if you want to try it, I’d be willing to give it a shot, under some conditions of course.”
“All in good time, angel. I have a few more things higher on my to-do to Dani list that I want to try first,” I say, leaning down and taking her taut nipple into my mouth.
“Like what?” she moans.
“Claiming your perfect ass, for one. I want to see my dick pounding into your ass while you finger your pussy. The thought of claiming it as mine has crossed my mind more than once, but with my girth, it will take some practice and a trip to the local adult toy store. Maybe we’ll take a ride out there soon.”
“My ass?” she asks with trepidation. “I’m not sure if I am a pound me in the ass kind of girl, Hero.”
“I’ll be careful with you, angel. I won’t force you into doing anything that you aren’t comfortable with, but at least give it a thought.”
“Okay, but no promises,” she says, pointing her finger into my chest. “So, are you going to lay here all day with your dick in me, or are you going to fuck me already?”
“My girl is so demanding. I guess you’ll have to wait and see what I have in mind for today.”
I roughly thrust into her, cupping her ass and hoisting it off the bed, increasing the depth of each thrust. She arches her back more while grinding harder against me. My girl has a greedy fucking pussy, and I fucking love it.
“Touch your clit. Rub it for me, angel. Make yourself cum around my dick. I want to feel you lose control.”
She licks two of her fingers and runs them through her wet folds. Spreading her lips apart, she rubs a circle around her clit, flicking it with each thrust I pound into her. Pulling her finger from her wetness, she slides it into my mouth, followed by her own before returning them to her clit. Fuck, that’s hot. Her body spasms around me as another orgasm begins to build. Sliding a finger farther down to her entrance, she touches my cock as it plunges in and out of her, pushing back on the finger on her clit.
“Cum for me, baby. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock for every last ounce.”
She rubs her clit between two of her fingers before finding her release. Her body slams hard into mine as my own orgasms strikes. She swirls her hips as my dick spurts inside of her. We’ve never talked about birth control, so I assume she’s on some sort of contraception. Even if she wasn’t, if an accident happened, deep down I think I’d be okay with it. It’s only been a week, but having a child would mean she would be tied to me for the rest of her life. I may not have wanted forever before, but Dani is making me want more than I have ever wanted.
Sliding out of her, I lean down and kiss her swollen lips. Pulling her out of bed with me, I lead her to the shower and turn on the water. Sliding in together, I wash her luscious body clean, knowing full well in just a few hours it will only be dirty again. I think she half expected another round in the shower like usual, but today I have another surprise in mind. Her pussy needs a break before I set the wheels in motion for tonight.
Exiting the shower, we both quickly dry off and redress. She looks perfect in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a club t-shirt. The shorts hug every single fucking curve on her body and are nearly to the point of being indecent. I’m tempted to tell her to put something with a little more coverage on, but I know it will only start a fight. Today’s not the day for fighting. Seeing my club’s colors on her makes me harden again. Pushing the thought out of mind, I walk to the door and we head down to have breakfast.
Dani hops up on one of the bar stools at the kitchen’s island and watches me rummage through the refrigerator. I can feel her eyes on my ass.
“Are you eye-fucking me, angel?” I ask, not turning around. “I figured you’d be getting tired of my old ass by now.”
“Oh, there’s nothing tiresome or old about your ass, Hero,” she quips.
“Damn straight, angel.” Setting a carton of eggs and a package of bacon on the counter, I pull out a pan from under the stove and flip on the burner.
“What will it be, angel face? Scrambled eggs and bacon or a bacon omelet?”
She smiles before answering, “I’ll take a double order of you on this counter followed by a bacon omelet, please.”
“Fuck, Dani. You can’t say shit like that to me while I’m standing over a hot stove. Christ, woman, are you ever satisfied?”
There’s that fucking smile again. She could bend me to her will by just smiling at me. Her lips form this almost evil and sexy grin when my girl is being playful. God, I fucking love it.
“Never, baby. Have you seen what you look like naked or hell, in those jeans you like to ride in? Hero, you are a fucking sex god. Every word you say or move you make is dripping with this come-over-here-and-fuck-me-Dani call. You’re intoxicating. I thought you’d have figured that out by now.”
“Oh angel, I know what I do to you, but you have no idea what you do to me. Now, quit turning my mind to sex. We’ve got shit to do today.”
She sighs as I turn back around and get to work on our breakfast. Five minutes later, two bacon omelets are steaming on the plates on the island with a glass of orange juice. Sliding onto the bar stool next to her, I hook my arm around her waist and haul her into my lap. Taking my time, I feed Dani her omelet bite by bite before devouring mine. Sitting here eating like a fucking normal couple makes me hap
py. I never expected to like civilian life so much but with Dani, I like the vanilla shit. I don’t need blood and guts to make me happy anymore, just fucking her in my life.
Easing her off my lap, I dump the dirty dishes into the sink, making a mental note to get them cleaned up later. I’m ready to take my girl on our adventure. Spending the day walking Santa Monica pier and riding the Pacific Coast Highway sounds amazing now that she’ll be wrapped around me on the bike. The weather is finally decent enough that she won’t freeze or melt on the back of the bike for that long of a ride.
Grabbing my cut and keys, Dani and I walk out hand in hand to the bike. Positioning myself in the seat, I help Dani get on the back of the bike. She wraps her arms around my waist as I start the engine. Pulling out of the driveway, I head toward the freeway. Just as we pull off to get some gas before heading south, my cell phone starts vibrating in my pocket. Raze’s name pops up on the screen. Just fucking great.
“Hero,” I bark into the phone.
“Hey, brother, sorry to bug you but I need you to come by the clubhouse. There’s some shit you may want to see. Bring Dani with you,” Raze orders.
“Sure thing, anything I need to worry about? It’s not like you to request Dani’s presence any other time,” I hesitantly question.
“We’ll talk about it when you get here,” he says before hanging up. Putting my phone back into my pocket, I let Dani know we’ve been ordered to appear at the clubhouse and that we have to postpone our plans at least for a few hours. Making a U-Turn, I head back north toward the clubhouse.
Pulling into the drive at the clubhouse, I see an unmarked police car parked outside the main entrance. Raze and a couple of the guys are standing outside next to the car. As soon as I kill the engine, Dani hops off and waits for me to follow. Raze meets us halfway between the clubhouse and my bike.
“What the fuck, Raze? Why are the cops here?” I question.
“They want to talk to Dani, Hero. They all but ordered me to have you bring her here under threat of being locked up for drug and women trafficking charges.”
“Oh, that’s bullshit, Raze. We haven’t done any of that shit. What the fuck do they want with Dani?”
“You might want to ask her,” says Raze, turning to look her. Dani goes pale and instantly silent.
“Angel, what the fuck do the police want with you?”
She remains silent and refuses to answer me.
“I’m not asking again, Dani. Why the fuck is the police department here to talk to you?”
“I—,” she stammers, just as two uniformed officers exit the clubhouse, spotting Dani standing with me. Walking up to Dani, one of the officers removes his cuffs while the other officer directs his gun on her. Shoving me aside, the officer with the cuffs grabs Dani just as she tries to run away.
“What the hell are you doing to my girl?” I scream at the officer, charging toward him. “Don’t fucking touch her.”
“Get the fuck back,” yells the armed officer, pointing his handgun at me. “You take one step toward her or us, and I’ll pump your ass full of lead.”
The other officer slaps the cuffs on Dani, shoving her against the squad car. Her head slams against the metal of the roof roughly, breaking open her skin and letting blood flow over her face.
“Danae Espinoza, you are under arrest for the murders of Bob and Diana Williams.”
Holy shit, my girl is a fucking murderer.
Pulling up to the clubhouse and seeing that squad car parked in the drive, I knew my reprieve from the horrors of my past were over. I always knew my past would catch up to me someday, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon. How the fuck did they find me? The thought crosses my mind that maybe I’m just paranoid. Maybe, just maybe, this is about the club’s hit on Twisted Tribe or some kind of drug raid. I haven’t seen drugs around so maybe it’s just a check to make sure they’re still running a clean club. I know deep down I am just lying to myself, and that’s proven when the officers stop in their tracks as soon as they lay eyes on me. Before I even have a chance to run, the officers throw me head first into the squad and cuff me at gun point. Hero watches in stunned silence as the officer arrests me for the murder of my mom and step-dad.
“You fucking killed your parents, Dani?” he screams at me. “I fucking trusted you with everything about my past and you had blood on your hands! I lost my fucking family, and you killed yours. I felt sorry for you that yours were taken away just like mine, but it was by your own hand. You’re just another fucking monster, Dani. ”
“Hero, I didn’t fucking do it” I scream as the officer shoves me into the back of the car. “Please, you have to believe me! I’m innocent, god dammit! I didn’t kill them! Please, Tyler! You know me!”
“You don’t have the right to call me that now. You lied to me to make me feel sorry for you and to keep a roof over your head. You couldn’t even tell me your real name, Danae. You’re fucking dead to me, you murderous bitch.”
His words echo off the buildings as the door is slammed shut. His mistrust twists the knife of betrayal in further. Why doesn’t he believe me? He knows who I am. I told him everything I could without outing myself. He knows I’m not capable of this. The officers walk back to Raze and Hero and speak to them for several minutes before returning to the car and sliding into the front seat. I kick and scream the entire time, hoping Hero will fucking come back to reality and realize that this is wrong. The officer starts the car and backs out. I watch Hero through the window as we pull away. His face is expressionless and cold as he follows Raze into the clubhouse, shutting the door and shutting me out without the hope of being saved. He’s signed my death order.
“Please, Hero. You know I didn’t do this!” I bellow, pressing my face against the glass while attempting one last shot at rousing the man who I was with this morning. The clubhouse remains closed as we pull onto the street, and the clubhouse shrinks in the distance.
“Shut the fuck up back there,” screams the officer in the passenger seat. “None of these fuckers are going to help you, Danae. You’re a fucking cop killer. They don’t want anything to do with someone who has the law chasing them down, even if you’re a fine piece of ass.”
“My name is Dani, shit-for-brains, and I didn’t fucking kill my mom or Bob.”
“Well, sweetheart, sure as fuck looks like you did. The FBI has been trying to track you down for months since you bolted from Cleveland.”
How did the FBI get involved? Sure, Bob was a cop, but he was far from the officer-of-the-year caliber that would be recognized. He and my mom were just normal people, nothing extraordinary. My head aches from being slammed against the car. Blood drips down the front of my face, impeding my vision. With each throb of my head, my vision clouds and I grow weak. Suddenly, the memories of that last night in Cleveland flood into my brain and take over my mind.
Coming home from my kickboxing class, I walk through the door. “Anyone home?” I yell upstairs. The house is completely pitch black and silent. It’s unlike my mom and step-dad to be out so late during the week. Maybe Bob was working late and mom went on to bed, I think to myself. She usually takes an Ambien at night when Bob’s on the night shift to help her relax and sleep. Since Dad was killed in the line of duty, she never slept well until Bob came home in the morning. She was too afraid of a repeat of Dad’s murder. Wait. Both of their cars were in the drive. What the hell is going on?
“Mom? Bob? Is anyone here?” Still nothing in response. Shrugging my shoulders, I start toward the kitchen.
Flicking on the light, I toss down my car keys onto the counter and head to the fridge for a bottle of water. Groans from the dining room echo into the kitchen. What the hell was that? I walk toward the noise only to find my mom and Bob strapped into two of the dining chairs. Bob is completely disemboweled with his mangled internal organs spilling from his stomach down onto his lap and legs. Blood pools around him as he convulses before going still. Who the fuck did this? I’m motionless with fear. Who
would do this? I don’t even recognize my own mother’s scream for me to run, but I can’t leave her. I won’t leave her to the same fate as her husband. Running to her side, I tear at the duct tape binding her hands and feet.
“Run, baby. Don’t try to save me. Save yourself. You’ve got to run, baby. He wants you,” my mother pleads.
I free her hands as something comes down hard against my head, sending me crashing to the floor. A maniacal laugh echoes through my brain as an evil and familiar face comes into view leaning over me. “You’re mine now,” he says as blackness washes over me, pulling me down into hell.
Screams rip me back to reality. My mother’s words resonate with enough force to know I need to find a way to escape. Maybe if I play the innocent and stupid card, they’ll be dumb enough to leave me with a chance to escape just like Enrico did. I need to try something to break free.
“I don’t understand,” I cry. “Why would anyone think I killed them? I loved them!” Good girl, play innocent. Maybe they’ll show me enough mercy to make my move.
A sick smile forms on the officer’s face. “You sure have a funny way about showing your love by hacking your mother and step-father to death. Your blood and fingerprints were found all over the crime scene and on the murder weapons. That doesn’t exactly scream innocent little girl to me, does it?” he says, directing the question at the officer behind the wheel.
“I didn’t fucking do it, you cocksucker! I’m fucking innocent!” I yell, kicking the seat with my legs. Well, there goes that plan. My goddamn stupid mouth.