Watching Addie play with his balls and lick him with her pretty pink tongue drove him wild. Grunting, he tangled her hair in his fist, pulling at it. When she used the tip of her tongue to make circular motions up and down his dick, he groaned, wrapping her hair tighter around his hand. Opening her mouth wide, she took him all in, and the tightness around his cock sent jolts of pure pleasure through his body. With both hands on her head, he controlled the speed, reveling in the sounds her mouth made while she sucked him hungrily.
She was driving him to the brink of orgasm and he wanted to come inside her, so he pulled her up, her mouth glistening from sucking him. Fuck, she looks hot.
“I want you to ride me, baby. Good and hard.”
Licking around her mouth, she straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips.
“Take this off.” He tugged at her nightshirt.
When she slipped it off, her large breasts bounced.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said, as his eyes took in her creamy tits and dusty rose nipples. “Bring those babies to my mouth so I can suck the shit outta them.”
Addie scooted up a bit then lowered her chest toward Chas’s face. The second they were within reach, he cupped each tit, massaging them while his thumbs stroked her beaded buds.
“I love the way you play with my boobs. You make me so hot,” she breathed, tossing her head back, her back arching.
“I can’t get enough of your beautiful tits. Fuck, it’s like I’m an obsessed fifteen-year-old.”
Her giggles hugged him in a tickling embrace, and he couldn’t help but grin at the gleeful sparkle in her eyes.
“It’s fuckin’ true, precious.”
Grasping his hand, she placed it on her clit. A broad smile spread over his face. “Your pussy want some loving?”
“You know it, and I love the way you touch me.”
“You’re so fuckin’ wet. Damn, it’s a turn-on to feel how wet you are for me.”
“Always.” She winked at him with a devilish smile.
As his finger caressed her clit, she lifted on her haunches and hovered over his steel rod. Slowly, she descended, his smooth head poking through her glossy slit.
“That feels so good,” she groaned.
With his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, he rocked his hips upward, shoving more of his cock inside her.
“That’s it, precious. Take all of me into your sweet pussy. My cock fuckin’ loves how tight and wet you are.”
Being completely consumed by her, Chas burned with lust. When Addie leaned back, her arms resting on his shins, she was fully exposed—tits, belly, and glistening pussy. Chas inhaled sharply as his eyes devoured her delicious body like a naughty boy getting his first glimpse of a naked woman. He played with her tits, enjoying her face contorting in pleasure as he tugged and pinched her nipples. Moving downward, his hand caressed her belly then slid down to her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.
Addie moaned and cupped her breasts in her hands, massaging them.
“Fuck, watching you play with your tits is hot, babe. So fuckin’ hot,” Chas said in a ragged voice.
Thrusting his pelvis up and toward her while she pushed down and back, they ground in tandem, each grunting and moaning as their excitement escalated. Fingering her hot button as she bumped and ground against him, her heated wetness clutched and squeezed his cock. As her silky walls tightened even more around his dick, Chas knew Addie was close to coming. Speeding up his thrusts, he held her thigh with one hand as his other continued stroking her sensitive nub. Watching her arch her back, her head flung back, her tits bouncing, a powerful surge of pleasure shot from his spine through his cock and exploded. As his warm seed filled her, he growled, his hands squeezing her ass. Addie followed Chas’s orgasm with a powerful one of her own, her pussy clenching his dick while her body writhed and quaked above him.
“Oh, Chas, oh….”
In pants, he grunted, “Fuck, baby, it’s so good with you. Fuck.”
Bending over, Addie slumped against him, her tousled hair fanning out around him as several tendrils tickled his sides. With his good arm, he smoothed out her hair in slow, rhythmic strokes. He tipped his chin down and kissed the top of her head. Nuzzled against his neck, her arms grasping his shoulders, she planted several wet kisses on his ear and jawline.
“I want it to always be like this. Always,” she murmured against his skin.
“I’ll always give you a good fuckin’, precious.”
Why the fuck can’t I tell her I’m nuts about her? She wants to be with me and part of me is thrilled, yet another part wants to run the fuck away. Damn!
After a time, Addie rolled off him then rose to her feet. “You definitely need your pain meds. I’ll go get them.”
He watched her disappear into the bathroom, admiring her jiggling ass. She returned with a glass of water and two white pills. Helping him sit back against the headboard, she dropped the pills in his palm, and he dutifully swallowed them. He tilted his head sideways, his gaze lingering on her face and the incredibly hot dusting of freckles over her cheeks.
“Why are you looking at me like that? What’re you thinking about?” she asked.
“You look so damn cute. I find your freckles sexy as all hell.” He laughed when she raised her eyebrows. “You don’t even know how cute and hot you are.”
“You’re pretty sexy yourself. I know you know that. Women keep reminding you.” She cast her eyes downward on the floor as she shifted her position on the bed. “You know, I’ve never had full-blown orgasms before I met you.”
It was Chas’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “Are you fucking with me? What kind of pussies have you been with?”
She smiled. “I’ve only been with one man. I was pretty sheltered. I mean, I fooled around, even gave some blowjobs, but I’ve only had sexual intercourse with one other man. I thought it was okay, but after being with you, I now know what I’ve been missing.”
“I’m not surprised you feel that way, precious. I’m good at pleasing a woman. Never had any complaints, just a lot of begging for more.”
“Great, now I’ve added to your huge ego,” she joked, as she lightly slapped his chest.
“How come you never married?”
She shrugged and picked at a loose thread in the blanket.
“I’m surprised. What happened to the wimp who didn’t know how to fuck you like you deserved to be?”
Looking away from him, she mumbled, “I left him.”
“His loss and my gain, precious.” Chas laced his fingers through hers. “I’m gonna be honest with you—I’m fuckin’ taken with you, but the shit I went through with Brianna makes a relationship hard for me. We’re fuckin’ hot together. I want to keep seeing you and having fun with you.” He shrugged.
“I’m going to be honest with you, too. I was so pissed at you for not calling me I had decided to move on. I had a pretty quiet life for the past two years, but then I met you and my life became complicated. I don’t do complicated so well, and—”
“I told you earlier I was a fuckin’ fool for dissing you.”
“I know. Please, hear me out. When Snake had me pinned in the reference room, and you saved me, all my real feelings for you, which I’d buried beneath the surface, came out. I realized I cared very deeply for you and wanted to be a part of your life. Then I walked into your clubhouse and saw all the women and the way they’re so available. Then there was June.” She held her finger up to silence him as he opened his mouth. “I know you told me June meant nothing to you, but you did have sex with her, and with probably most of the women at the club. I don’t know. Maybe we should just take what we have and go with it until it fizzles. I don’t know how else to be.”
“Can I talk now?”
She nodded her agreement.
“First of all, I explained why I didn’t call you after we got back from the inn. Second, I never fucked around on Brianna until she started spreading her legs for anyone who
would come between them. If she had been loyal to me, I never would’ve betrayed her. I’m not that kind of guy.”
“What about June? You were with me and her.”
“No, precious. I fucked June before I was with you. Anyway, I never was with June. She’s at the club to fuck however many guys wanna fuck her. She’s a goddamned public well. Once I met you, I didn’t fuck another woman. Since we’ve been together, you’ve been the only one. Did I fuck a lot of women before? Yeah, I did. I’m not gonna lie to you about that, but none of them meant anything. They were just for fun and pleasure. With you, it’s different. You’re a nice lady, and I fuckin’ have no business screwing up your life, but I want you so bad.”
“I want you, too. Let’s see where this takes us.” Her voice had a sad tone.
“If you’re good with what we have then I’m good. I’m not so sure if you’re good with the Insurgents’ world, though.”
“I think I am, although if it’s anything like what happened with that asshole Snake, then I’m not so sure.”
“Insurgents don’t do shit like that to women.”
“Aren’t the Deadly Demons an outlaw gang?”
“Yeah, they’re an outlaw MC. They’re a bunch of pieces of shit. Their territory is New Mexico. For decades, the Insurgents and the Deadly Demons were rival clubs. A lot of blood was spilled on both sides during the turf war years. It got to be so bad that each side kept trading off deaths and brothers in the pen. Finally, our prez, Banger, and the prez of the Demons, Reaper, said it was enough. We have a tenuous truce between the clubs, but the tension and hatred is still fuckin’ there, bubbling under the surface like lava threatening to overflow. It suits us just fine as long as the pussies don’t tread on our territory and mess with our business.”
“Wow, I had no idea.”
“Did the fucker know you were with an Insurgent?”
She shook her head.
“Is this the first time he did this shit to you?”
“Yes. He’s always leering at me. He gave me the creeps, but he never attacked before yesterday.”
His face grew dark and his fists clenched. “Fuck, if he’d have raped you, I would’ve killed him.”
“It seemed like you would’ve killed him if I hadn’t screamed,” she said softly.
Chas didn’t answer—he sat still.
Clearing her throat, Addie asked, “Do you want something to eat? I can scramble up some eggs and bacon, if you like.”
Exhaling, Chas nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great.” He squeezed her hand.
As she began to stand up, Chas’s cell phone rang. She handed it to him.
“Yo,” he said. “I’m better.” He paused. “Got it, dude. I’m on my way.”
Addie asked, “You have to go?”
“Yeah. Club business. Banger’s called church. I’ll wash up, then I gotta run.”
He kissed her hard then picked up his clothes from the chair and went into the bathroom.
After he was ready, he walked into the kitchen and wound his arms around Addie as she stood in front of the refrigerator. Kissing her neck, he whispered, “I’ll call you later.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He whirled her around, kissed her hard and deep, then said, “I’ll call you.”
“Okay.”
She handed him a glass of orange juice. In one long gulp, he drained the contents.
By the doorway, he stopped and looked at her. “We’re together for now. I don’t want you going out with any other men. Got it?”
“Yes, and I don’t want you with any other women. You got that?”
His jaw hardened slightly. “The only woman is you, babe. You don’t need to be telling me.”
He jerked his chin at her, and then he was gone.
Chapter Twenty-Three
When Chas entered the clubhouse, several brothers came up to him, clapping him on the shoulder, and asking how he was doing. The consensus was that the Deadly Demon fucker should be killed since he was on Insurgents territory and cut up one of the Insurgents, even if the altercation was personal rather than club-related. It didn’t take much to stir up old hatreds when it came to the Deadly Demons, especially with the older brothers, whose memories of the turf wars were still fresh in their minds.
“Hope you messed the fucker up real good,” Throttle said, as he took aim at the dart board.
Chas nodded while he took a long pull on his beer.
“What the fuck was a Demon doing in our territory, anyway?” Axe said in a hard voice.
“His woman works at the library. Fucker’s dad lives here. If I see that asshole anywhere near the library again, nothing’s gonna stop me from killin’ him. Nothing.”
“Next time, call me to join in on the fun,” Axe told him.
“Me, too. The only good Demon is a dead one,” Throttle spat as his dart hit the bullseye.
“Church!” Jerry yelled.
All the brothers shuffled into the meeting room. It was too small for thirty large men, but they crowded in anyway, standing and sitting wherever they could find a niche. The officers and president sat at the front of the large, wooden table.
Tapping the gavel on the table, Banger said, “Church is starting. I called this emergency church to talk about a possible situation we got brewing up north. First off, Dustin called, and he was all kinds of pissed—the sniveling sonofabitch.”
Sniggers and hoots echoed in the cramped room.
Lifting his hands, Banger gestured for everyone to keep it down. “I told him he’d been warned numerous times, and that wasn’t our style. Told him the only reason he got away with doing all his shit for so long was ’cause we were buddies from back in the day. Told him I took all the shit he’s been pulling after he was told to fuckin’ stop as an act of betrayal, and the worst kind of disloyalty.”
Chas pounded the table, saying, “Dustin and his crew have been running amok for too long. Shit, they’ve been pulling the club down and bringing heat from the fuckin’ feds to them and all the other charters and affiliates. I’m glad we took them down.”
Banger nodded while pointing at Hawk. “He’s gonna take it from here.”
Hawk stood and said, “I’ve heard from reliable sources that Dustin and Shack have been talking and hanging with Demon Riders. It figures those two pieces of shit would be doing that, but as we know, this could be a lethal combination. Demon Riders are affiliated with the Deadly Demons. Those fuckers have wanted the Kilson area of Nebraska for a goddamned long time, and there’s no fuckin’ way Insurgents are giving it up. Even though we pulled the charter, the territory is still Insurgents. Banger’s putting Bear and several other brothers from other charters, including a few nomads, in charge to get it back on track. Some of Dustin’s members were as sick with his shit as we were, and they wanna get their club back in working order.”
“Talking with pieces of shit like Demon Riders is fuckin’ treason!” Throttle’s outburst sent a strong vibration through the members. Many of them cursed, threw out threats on what they were gonna do to the renegade Insurgents, and fists slammed against walls, chairs, and tables.
“If the Demons think they can come in the fuckin’ back door with the Deadly Riders acting like they’re the ones in charge, I say fuck the truce and bring out the fuckin’ guns.” Jax’s face was red, his eyes flashing with anger. “I fuckin’ hate their asses, especially Reaper, the pussy asshole!”
The Deadly Demons started about a year after the Insurgents MC began, back in the early 1970s. The Insurgents were picky about whom they accepted as prospects and patched members, so the Deadly Demons MC was born from the ashes of the rejected Insurgents wannabes. Reaper, the president of the Demons, and Banger had a strained relationship. They’d known each other for many years, and they were both presidents of their MCs when some of the turf wars were decimating their clubs.
Jax hated Reaper more than any of the Insurgents because his mom was Reaper’s old lady. Jax fucking blamed
him for taking away his mom and destroying his dad. When his mom left and fucked a rival MC president, the humiliation and bitterness ate away at Jax’s dad, and the only thing that soothed his pride was a bottle of whiskey. Jack Daniels became his best friend, and it was what killed him—drunk out of his mind, he met the bullet of a biker’s 45 when he hit on the biker’s old lady. Jax’s dad died face-down in the mud at Sturgis. The bitterness and hatred Jax felt for his mom and Reaper were always there, just under the surface, waiting to explode.
Banger repeatedly slammed down the gavel, but the anger of the members drowned it out. Hawk jumped up on the table, and at six-foot-three, he was an imposing figure. “Shut the fuck up! Now!”
The fury in the room died down to an angry grumbling. Satisfied, Hawk stepped down. “As Banger said from the start, we haven’t confirmed any of this shit as of yet. We called church because we gotta stay on top of it. If all this shit is true, then we’re gonna stop it. There’s no fuckin’ way anyone but the Insurgents will control the Kilson territory. By going after the Riders, the treaty with the fuckin’ Demons will probably be severed, since they gotta stand by their affiliate club.” Hawk looked each member in the eye. “We don’t want to be back into a turf war. We lost a lot of brothers, and we got women and children who will need protection. That said, we’re not a bunch of pussies who are gonna sit back and let our turf be overrun under our fuckin’ noses. If the Riders push this, we all know the fuckin’ Demons are the ones behind it, and we will shed their blood without any mercy.”
All the members were on their feet, arms in the air with balled fists, chanting, “Insurgents forever, forever Insurgents!”
Banger surveyed his membership, pride shining in his eyes. After several minutes of chanting and swearing, Banger held up his hands, motioning for everyone to sit down and relax. “Remember, these are just rumblings through the grapevine. Once I find out what the fuck is going on for sure, we’ll take action.”
“Kill all the fuckin’ bastards!” several of the older members bellowed.
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