"Hey there, sexy." The redhead purrs, pushing her tits out as she speaks. A bit too boney for me. I hate stick thin girls, that I can only imagine eat fucking salad for every meal.
"Hi Chalk, you having fun?" Blondie looks more my type, though. Toned muscles, not too thin. Just a little something to grab onto when I thrust into her.
Fuck me. I need to get laid. "Mmm, I'm thinking that the fun is about to start, don't you think so?" I stand up looking at the little blonde thing, giving her hair a light tug, I pull her to sit down astride my lap.
The redhead pouts a little until I lean forward and nod for her to sit behind me. Her face lights up, and she jumps for the chance, and she doesn't even know what yet.
Before leaning back against her, I pull off my shirt and unfasten my jeans to let them fall open around my hips. Just one less thing to do later. The little blonde's eyes go straight to my dick straining at my boxers. She seductively licks her cherry red lips as she reaches for the waistband.
She slowly pulls it down, freeing me. She bats her eyes up at me before she wraps her hand around my cock, licking her lips again. She leans forward to lick the pre-come from the tip, then shocks the hell out of me when she takes me in as far as she can. She gives a little moan, and sets a nice rhythm, bobbing her head and letting me hit the back of her throat.
Watching myself disappearing in and out of her mouth is such a fucking turn-on. My control snaps, and I put my hand on her head to force her to take me deeper. She moans, and the vibration almost sets me off, causing me to fall back against the redhead. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the girl going down on me. Fuck she's been around a minute or two. Feels fucking amazing.
Off to the side I hear faint grumbles of a couple of guys. "Fucker being greedy. Taking two at a time."
"Hey Chalk, ain't enough pussy to go around tonight. Quit hogging the good shit."
Time to pick who stays, and with the way the blonde is working my cock, the answer is clearly her. I lean away from the redhead. "Okay sweetcake, off you go. Go over to Brax, he's waiting for you. Hurry up."
She pouts, looks down at her friend. The blonde tries to pull off me, but I thrust hard into her throat. Tears form in her eyes, but they are sparkling with mischief. Tells me she likes it just a little rough, though I don't give a fuck what she likes.
She moves faster, sucking, while she slides her hand up and down my shaft, as I continue to thrust with her. The sight of her head bobbing has me right on the edge. I reach and take a fist full of her blonde hair and pull her off me. Time to take things private.
She lets go of my dick with a resounding pop, then smiles up at me, licking her lips. "Mmm. Why'd you stop me?"
Bitch did not just question me. I shove her off, tucking myself in the best I can and zip up.
"You're new, so I'm going to explain this once, and only once. You question any of us, you're out. You don't do as we say, or want, you're out. The choice is yours. You in or out?" Every new bitch that comes to party gets the same little introduction at one point or another. It kept things from getting out of hand with bitches making demands.
Her eyes flash with an emotion I don't have the patience to care to understand. "In."
"That's what I like to hear, sweetcake. Now stop fucking around." I bend down and pick her up, toss her over my shoulder and head toward my room. I give her ass a slap, making her squeal loudly.
I kick open the door, kicking off my shoes and drop her on the bed, then get right down to business. "Undress for me, sweetcake. I want to see those tits of yours."
She unbuttons slowly, revealing a black lace bra barely covering her perfect tits. Grabbing a condom off the dresser, I head to the bed, ready to get to the main event. I push her back, more than a little rough, but she just moans and giggles.
"Oh god, Chalk. Touch me." Her breathy voice is starting to irritate the fuck out of me.
"Hush it. You'll get what you get." I haven’t even touched her and she’s already moaning like she’s about to come. I hate fake bitches, but as long as I get what I want from this one, I don’t give a shit how much she fakes it. I don't have to hold a conversation with her.
Grabbing her waist roughly, I push her higher up on the bed, and tug off her skin tight jeans and lace panties in one shot.
Enough of this, I can't wait any longer. Tearing open the condom, I push it over my dick before I climb between her legs. "Spread your legs and lift them up on my shoulders."
She does what I say, with no hesitation. I slide one finger into her pussy, not bothering to be particularly gentle. She moans and pushes her head back into my pillow, like she's right on the edge already.
Drenched and ready. Good, no need to waste more time. I pull back and slam into her in one hard thrust.
She screams. "Chalk, ohhh. Ohhh. God."
Fuck, I hate screamers. Needing to shut her up I kiss her lips, even though I'd rather not. Who knows where the fuck that mouth's been.
Pretty soon, it doesn't matter, as I pound in and out, faster and harder with each stroke. The bed board hits the wall as my thrust gets rougher, and I don’t even give a damn. All that wet heat wrapped around my dick feels so fucking good. She's one tight bitch.
"Chalk, harder. I'm so close." She moans loudly.
I'm right there with her. Just a few more thrusts and I'll explode, so I give her what she asked for. My balls are tight as hell, everything ready to just let go.
The bed rocks hard and dips to the side.
"Hey, Chalk, what's going on? Why is she sounding like that? You hurting her? Why are you sweating? Chalk, are you okay?" Abigail questions as she bounces on the bed and squirms to get closer.
"FUCKKKKKK! ABIGAIL GET OUT!" I yell, everything in my body locked down. I can’t believe this shit.
The blonde screams bloody murder. While I'm still buried balls deep inside her, her insides squeeze the fuck out of my dick and I come unbelievably hard.
All the while Abigail is trying to get under the covers.
Fuck my life.
I collapse and try to catch my breath, but there's no time. Abigail climbs on top of me to sit astraddle my ribs. Thank fuck I have the covers up somewhat.
“Whatcha doin’ Chalk? Who is SHE?” She leans over my shoulder and points her tiny finger at the blonde chick.
Fuck, I don’t even know her name. “No one special Abigail. What are you doing up? Let’s get you back to bed. Go ahead, and I’ll be right behind you.” I desperately need a few more minutes to catch my breath.
“I don’t wanna. I want to stay here with you. Who is SHE?” She’s getting more pouty with the way she says SHE each time. This is going to get ugly any second now.
“I’m Sara, Chalk’s friend. And you are?” The chick gives Abigail a bitchy attitude.
“Bitch, keep quiet.” I glare at her, daring her to speak again. If she does, I'll fucking punch her lights out, kid or no kid.
“None ya business. Chalk, I don’t like her. She stinks. What’s she doing here? She wasn’t here when I went to sleep earlier.” She takes that time to put her hand up to her nose and give it a pinch. “Phoo-ey, stinky.”
I try to suppress a chuckle, but fail. I figure getting Abigail out for a minute will give me a chance to get rid of the stupid bitch called Sara. “A'ight, that’s enough. Where’s Hello Kitty? Go get her and come back, you can stay with me for a li'l bit.”
“Yay! ‘K I’ll be right back, don’t move.” And just like that she jumps off the bed, pauses to wave a finger at me. "Don't move, Chalk." And then she takes off out the door.
I push off the covers and jump out of bed. “Bitch, get your shit and get the fuck out. Like five minutes ago. Now.”
“But, Chalk…” She whines and pushes her lip out in a pout, probably meant to be sexy.
It doesn't work. Abigail will come running back through that door any second now. I turn and grab the bitch by the arm to drag her off the bed, then pull her towards the door to push her out. She lands on the floor, hard, as
I shut the door behind her.
Bitch screeches something about her clothes, so I take a quick glance around and spot them on the floor. Picking the shit up, I toss the bundle out the door and slam it shut, just as Abigail runs back in through the other door that connects her room to mine. I think I'm going to regret Tank's bright idea of putting in a connecting door. Fucker probably had exactly this situation in mind.
Fuck my life, I’m not fucking cut out for this.
“Where’s your clothes, Chalk? You can’t sleep nakie, you might catch a cold.”
“Fuck! Turn around Abigail.” I hurry to grab my boxers and pull them up.
“Mmm’kay, but I already saw your secret parts. It’s much bigger than daddy’s. Why is yours bigger?” Abigail says sweetly, like it’s no big deal.
“Oh fuck me. Abigail, shit. Umm, hey do you want me to read you a story?” I hope like hell this helps me to change the topic and has her forgetting her crazy question. There’s no way in hell I’m talking about the size of my dick with a six year old girl. Might be perfectly normal conversation in her family, but fuck, I'm not her family.
“Ohh yes! Please! I have one of my favorites, Madeline.” Looks like she already had a plan to ask me to read to her, or at least look at the pictures, as she pulls the book out from behind her back. Thank fuck.
“Okay, up on the bed you go. Remember this is only for a li'l bit then you’ll be back in your bed. Okay?” Ain't no fucking way I'm getting that kid used to sleeping with me. It would end my damn sex life forever.
“K, got it.” Abigail's cheerful voice makes me suspicious, but I ignore it.
We both crawl into bed, she settles in the middle and pulls up the covers all the way up to her chin. The sight of her makes me chuckle. If anyone had ever told me I would be here with a six year old in my bed, and about to read her a bedtime story, I would have killed them.
“You warm enough? Let me see that book of yours.” I settle in and take the book, turning it open where she can see the pictures with me.
“Yeppers, all toasty.” I can see her wiggling her feet under the covers in an attempt to prove a point. She’s too much.
“In an old house in Paris covered in vines. Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.”
Abigail is engrossed in listening to the story, but soon she’s out cold, curled up close to me with her tiny arm across my stomach. Exhaustion sets in quickly. This has been one hell of a day. I’ll just rest my eyes for a minute and then move her to her bed.
Chapter Four
Chalk:
After a hellacious first week with Abigail, I'm about ready to lose my shit. She's adorable, but spoiled, and keeping up with her constant questions exhausts me. At first, the guys gave me tons of shit about it, but after a day or two, I could see emerging respect.
Some of them even start helping out a little. Roadkill and Tank take care of the massive shopping trip to get all the little girl supplies. Brax helps out with all the phone calls to get her medical shit in order. That alone amounts to a full-time job. There are appointments for checkups with the cardiologist, pulmonologist, and orthopedist to make, a schedule for occupational therapy to work out, and deliveries of medications and supplies to arrange.
That first occupational therapy appointment tears me the fuck up. The exercises hurt her, and it takes every ounce of my restraint not to punch the bitch therapist out. Abigail cries and begs, but she does it. I'm glad when that's behind us, but now we have to do it every week. Abigail is strong as fuck, and I respect the hell out of her for it.
Their help allows me time to get to know Abigail better, and get the crash course in taking care of a little kid. Then there's the legal shit to work out. Abigail's dad gave me legal guardianship to protect her from relatives that might want her for the money. I can't believe how many people need copies of those damn papers. And we haven't even started the school shit yet.
So when they suggest it for the millionth time, I give in and let the guys talk me into letting them babysit her, without me there. She's getting to know them, so she'll be okay, and they won't let anything happen to her. They know I'm dead on my feet and could use a couple hours of downtime, even if they don’t say it out loud. My anxiety is killing me. I can’t take a breather with Abigail around twenty-four-seven. Having to keep it all under wraps is a battle, but I think I've done okay at it. The energy and focus takes a serious toll, though.
Vince, Brax and Tank come to Abagail’s room where I’m sitting and trying my hardest to get this mass of hair of hers under control. They're taking her out for ice-cream or something, so I have to make sure she's presentable. That’s all they’d need, for some goody-two-shoe bitch of a mother calling the cops for her looking uncared for.
I'm nervous as fuck, since this is the first time she's gone out since coming here. At first, I said no because of the security risk, but they convinced me they would be careful.
“Ouch! Wish my daddy was here. He does a much better job than you do, Chalk.” She complains some more, yanking her hair away from me.
I pull her back towards me. Damn hair. I hate brushing hair. “Abigail we’ve talked about this. I know you wish he was here, but he’s not. Now, stop screaming and hold still.” We had a whole talk about her daddy the night before. Explaining that he can’t come visit her and won’t be able to call her frustrates the hell out of me. Only time will get her to really understand, no matter how smart she is. Little girls still want their daddy.
She whines and pulls away again, just as I almost have it all pulled up. The whole damn mop tumbles back down around her little shoulders.
"Abigail! Seriously, sit the hell still." I start again, fuming as Vince chuckles.
It's still not neat, but at least the tangles are all gone, I think. I give up. Fuck it. I reach for a Hello Kitty baseball cap, and tug it over her head. Turning her around, I pull it down a little bit. There. At least that mass is hidden. I have to convince her to let us cut it, soon. I can't take much more of this.
“Okay, Abigail. You’re going with the guys for a li'l bit like we talked about earlier. Don’t leave their side for any reason.” I say it harshly, needing her to understand how important it is for her to listen. "We clear?"
She gives me that big grin that scrunches her little nose up. “Yeppers, peppers, I got it. No leaving. Do I get a present for being good? Daddy always got me presents when I was good.” She’s chattering away, like she's going on some great adventure. Damn kid always sounds so happy and excited, no matter if we’re trying to get her to be serious.
She fucking kills me. I shake my head, giving her my best stern look. “We’ll see.”
***
Abigail:
These guys are scary, especially that one named Vince. I don’t like the way they look at me. I mean, yeah, my hair isn’t nice like when daddy does it, but I like it okay. I wish Chalk came with us, but Tank says he needs a nap, because he's so damn grouchy. I'm not supposed to say damn, but I like the way it sounds. Tank doesn't seem to mind, anyways.
The others are always whispering like I can’t hear them. I’m sick, not dumb. That’s okay, I’ll just sit and watch. People watching is always fun anyways, I learn so much. They can keep whispering about dropping some shit and getting some green, whatever that means. Guess I'll find out.
Vince is kind of weird and mean looking, and I don't like him, a lot. Something happened to his head. He has no hair. I feel a little sorry for him not having hair. But, he does have pretty drawings on his neck. There's a beautiful lady in one. I know Chalk has drawings like that on his arms and under his shirt, but not his neck. That’s just weird.
The others have them, too, all different kinds of pictures. They must not take a bath, though, or the marker would wash off. That's gross. I wonder if Chalk will get me markers so I can draw a unicorn on my arm. That would be neat-o.
Chalks friends all wear these black vests with all kinds of colorful patch things stuck on them. They all have the sam
e one on the back, like a team. Wonder if they play soccer? It's my favorite game. Maybe they'll let me play with them.
They have a bunch of different patches and pictures on the fronts of their vests. I don’t know all they say, but a few of them have a diamond-shaped one with a big number “1” on it. I wonder if that means they won? Maybe Chalk will tell me if I’m a good girl today.
We pass a horse pulling a wagon. "Stop!" I've always wanted to pet a horse!
Vince makes the tires squeal. "What the fuck?"
"Look! It's a horse! I wanna go see!" I squirm in my seat, trying to wriggle out of the stupid strap things.
The tires squeal again and Vince drives.
"No! Horsie!" I'm really mad, and I start crying, even though I'm not supposed to in the car.
"Tank, you better shut that kid the fuck up." Vince's voice is really mean and scary.
The horse doesn't matter anymore. Now I'm just scared. I cry louder, not able to stop.
Tank unhooks my seat and puts his arms around me. "Shh, baby girl, it's okay. I need you to be quiet now, okay?"
Tank smells kinda like Chalk, and I like that, so I nod and try to stop crying. After a while, I just snuggle in and try to keep watching out the window. If I don't think about how mean Vince is, maybe I won't be so scared.
We’ve been in the car forever. I don’t feel so good. I’m tired and it’s hard to breathe, but I don’t want to tell the guys. They might bring me back to the club house. I’m excited to go out, and Tank said we would get a treat to eat. Maybe if I just close my eyes and rest, I’ll feel better when we get there.
Daddy always tells me to rest when I don't feel good so I don't get sick. I don't want to be sick. The hospital scares me, and if I get sick, I might have to go back there.
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