Winger (Book 4): Corrupted Saints MC

by Kimberly I. Belle

  I can hear people hootin and hollering and whistling as we break apart.

  Sam opens up her eyes and looks up at me. “Hi,” she says.

  “That’s all you gotta say to me.” I smirk at her.

  “Asshole. What was that all about?”

  “That’s better,” I say.

  “Seriously Winger that was a very public thing for you to do,” she says licking her lips.

  “I don’t want anyone fucking with you,” I say back.

  “Why would they?”

  “Honey, this look you got going is making me want to pull up that skirt and fuck you on the pool table. All the other brothers want a piece of you and they aren’t allowed. You’re mine.” I can’t believe the words just came from my mouth.

  “Does that make you mine then?” she asks.

  I don’t reply to her. I never thought about it like that. I’ve never wanted to claim someone as my own. Hell, I would make her my old lady and that’s not an easy thing for me to admit, and it’s scaring the shit out of me.

  “Fine.” She walks away towards Delta and starts flirting with him.

  What the fuck? I follow behind her. “What are you doing Sam?” I ask her.

  “I’m talking to Delta, what does it look like?”

  “It looks like you want to do more than just talk.” Shit.

  “You’re a motherfucker, you don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t talk to. You won’t even answer my question. You’re staking claim on me and won’t let me reciprocate. Fuck that shit Winger.” She turns back to Delta and starts talking to him. She turns her back to me. I give Delta a stare that says fuck off. He nods his head and gets up.

  “Why did you do that Winger? I was talking to him,” Sam says with her hand on her hip. Her titties look fantastic. She has a hot curvy body, damn.

  I don’t say anything. She gets pissed and walks to the bar.

  I’m about to follow behind her when Charlotte stops me.

  “Don’t Winger, you’re dominating her too much, and she’s going to push back.”

  “I don’t want her flirting with other men.”

  “Well tough shit buddy, you haven’t made a claim, and she isn’t your old lady. Give her space. You being all alpha on her when she is just talking is pushing her away. Trust me. I know Sam like a sister.”

  “Fine. If anyone touches her, they are dead.”

  “She will come around and you need to figure out what you want from her before you start messing with her feelings, Winger. She likes you, a lot,” Charlotte says.

  “Fine.” I sit on the couch and sip on my beer. I don’t take my eyes off of Sam. She is talking with some fucking hang around.

  It’s been about fifteen minutes and Charlotte goes up to Sam and they start dancing. Breaker is sitting next to me watching his old lady.

  “Sam fits in well here,” Breaker says.

  “She sure as shit does.” I don’t take my eyes off her.

  “You need to get your head out of your ass.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You’re trying to claim her in front of everyone, but she asks you if you are hers and you blow her off? If that wasn’t a smack to face then I don’t know what is.”

  “That’s not what I was trying to do.”

  “You need to tell her how you feel, not act like a fucking animal and make out with her in the middle of the clubhouse. She is a fucking real woman, not some club whore you fuck once and throw away. I’ve seen how you are with her, this is the one for you man. You need to make things right.”

  Breaker is right. I fucked things up with Sam. I need to be a man and tell her how I feel. I wouldn’t say I want her as an old lady right now, but I definitely want to try with her.

  “Shit, you’re right man. I fucked it up.”

  “Go fix it before someone else gets up in there.” He nods his beer towards the girls and gets up towards Charlotte.

  “Shit.” There is a guy trying to cut in between Charlotte and Sam as they are dancing. I walk with Breaker towards them. Charlotte starts dancing on Breaker, Sam has her back turned to me and starts dancing on me. I start grinding back to her. I put my hands on her hips.

  “I knew you could move those hips,” I whisper into her ear. She starts to pull away but I don’t let her. “Hear me out Sam.” She stops pulling away and continues to dance against me. “I’m sorry. I was an ass, I want to try between us, really try, and I don’t want any other woman but you.” She nods her head yes but doesn’t say anything. We dance like that for a while longer.

  We pull apart. She turns and looks at me.

  “Are you hungry? I’m going to grab some food.”

  “Yes, I can always eat.” We walk outside to the barbeque. They have a huge spread outside with all types of foods. We walk along the food and serve ourselves, then we head towards a table on the side and have a seat and start eating. Neither of us have said anything. I can hear her moaning a little at the food.

  “It’s good isn’t it?” I ask her.

  “It’s amazing. I’m guessing this is all Liz. It’s so fucking amazing. She sure knows how to cook.”

  “That’s for damn sure. I have to work out extra just because of her cooking.”

  “I definitely will have to while I’m here finishing up the restaurant.”

  “Are you ready to get back to that?”

  “Yeah, why not?” We are avoiding talking about me taking claim on her in front of everyone. I won’t push her, I’ll listen to Charlotte. I don’t want to fuck things up further.

  “You know, your arm is still fucked up.”

  “Nah, I’ll be fine. That’s why I have guys like you who do the heavy lifting.” She gives me a sultry smile.

  “You definitely have me,” I say to her impulsively.

  “Do I?” she responds.

  “Look, I know I’m a fucker who is afraid of commitment, but I want to try with you. I’ve never wanted to try before. I’m always abandoned and left in the shit, but with you I want to try. Can we at least do that? Give me a chance.” I lay it all out for her, she needs to know. I don’t care who hears me.

  She doesn’t say anything for a while but stares at me. “Okay.”

  “Okay?” I ask confused.

  “Yeah, okay, I’m willing to try. Maybe you will give me a reason to move here other than Charlotte,” she says smiling and walks away to get more food.

  That was way easier than I thought. Shit, I can’t fuck this up.

  Chapter 16

  Sam

  What am I getting myself into? Winger asked me to try with him. Try what exactly I have no freaking clue. Whatever it is, I will try with him. I reacted impulsively; I didn’t want to give myself too much time to think because then I would just over think it.

  Winger brought me back to my rental last night and I’m waking up from what feels like the longest night ever. I’m lying in bed when I hear my doorbell ring. I get up quickly and hurt my injured arm in the process. I look at my clock and see that it’s 1 p.m.

  “Who is it?”

  “Your piece of fucking delicious man meat.” It’s Winger.

  I open up the door. “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  “Holy shit baby, what are you wearing?”

  “Huh?” I look down. I’m only wearing a tank top and my panties. “Oops, I forgot what I was wearing.”

  “I don’t mind, but how about we shut the door, I don’t want anyone seeing your goodies. Just me.” He walks in and makes his way to my kitchen island and takes a seat.

  “You didn’t answer my question.” I ask him again. He is just starting at me kind of in a trance.

  “What was the question?” He is staring at my breasts.

  “Winger, stop ogling my boobs. What are you doing here?”

  “I can’t help it. I’m getting memories of being between those sweet legs and tasting that pussy of yours.” He gets
up and corners me against the counter, caging me in with his arms. He lifts me up so I’m sitting on the counter. It puts me at just the right height to kiss him.

  I lean in towards his mouth, just barely kissing him. I’m breathless. “Why are you here?”

  He leans in as well and our lips are barely touching. “I don’t need a reason to see you Sam. I missed you.” He leans in and we finally kiss. I wrap my legs around his hips and bring him close to me. I can feel his erection against my panties. We fit together perfectly. I wish I could wrap my arms around him. He has his hands around my hips and is moving them up under my shirt towards my breasts.

  “God yes. Please don’t stop touching me,” I moan into his mouth.

  “I don’t plan on it.” He grabs my breasts and tweaks my nipples with his rough calloused hands. I use my good arm and reach under his shirt to his lower back to bring him closer to me. I want his shirt off.

  I pull away. “You okay?” he asks.

  “I’m perfect. I want your shirt off.”

  He pulls his shirt off and reveals his toned physique. I run my hands on his abs, up to his chest and to his face. I bring his face close to mine, stare into his eyes and kiss him more.

  I run my fingers down and unbutton his pants as best as I can. He lets me try, at least.

  “I want you, Winger.” We pull apart for a moment and we look into each other’s eyes.

  “And I want you like I’ve never wanted someone.”

  I loop my finger into his pants and drag a side down. I reach inside and pull his hard cock out and start to rub the tip of his dick.

  “Mmmm, that feels good baby.”

  “Take off my panties.” He grabs my panties and rips them off me.

  “Seriously?”

  “You didn’t say how, they are off aren’t they?” He kisses me on the mouth.

  I bring his cock towards my entrance.

  “Hang on their baby, I want to get you warmed up for me and we need protection.”

  “Winger, I’m ready.” I grab his hand and bring it to my pussy. He rubs my clit and sticks a finger inside.

  “You’re dripping.”

  “I told you.” He keeps rubbing my clit. “God, that feels good.”

  He starts to lower down to his knees.

  “I want you inside me. I need your dick inside me right now.”

  “Let me have a little taste first baby.” He starts to go to town on my pussy. God, he knows how to eat pussy like no other.

  “Oh god Winger, that feels amazing. Put a finger inside me.” He proceeds to put a finger inside me, followed by another one.

  “Holy shit, I’m going to cum.” I’ve never felt an orgasm build up inside me like it is at this moment.

  “Cum for me Sam.” He goes back to eating and licking my pussy while he thrusts two fingers inside and out of me.

  I feel the heat rush over me. “I’m cumming.” He starts to thrust his fingers inside of me faster. I cum all over his hands.

  “Damn, if that wasn’t the most beautiful and most delicious thing.” He stands up and gives me a kiss on the mouth. I’m breathless. I could die with him eating my pussy.

  He drops his pants down to the ground.

  “Baby, I want this shirt off of you but I don’t want to hurt your arm.”

  “Rip it off me.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes.”

  He grabs the middle of the collar of my tank top and rips it down the middle. My breasts are finally free.

  “Damn, I knew these would be amazing in my hands.” He leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth while squeezes with one of his hands.

  I use my good hand to pull his hips to my entrance. I’m at the right height for him to enter me while I sit on the counter. I line his dick up to my pussy and start rubbing the tip up and down on my clit, spreading around all my juices.

  “Shit Sam, you keep doing that I’m going to cum like a teenager.”

  “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I say. I line up his cock to my entrance and he thrusts in slowly. “Shit that feel good,” I say as he sits inside me without moving.

  “You feel like heaven,” he says. He starts to thrust faster and moves his hips in circles while he has my breasts in his mouth. I bring his head up to mine and kiss him while we continue to make love. I can feel the heat rushing up my body again.

  “I’m going to cum again.” I feel my pussy walls clench around his dick. “Fuck me, I’m cumming.” My legs clench around his body, holding him inside me. He continues to move in and out me as I orgasm.

  “Damn, I’m not going to last much longer with your pussy baby.”

  “I don’t want you to, I want you to cum for me Winger.”

  “I will baby, but I want one more from you. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes,” I say breathlessly.

  He lifts one of my legs so that it’s on his shoulder and he starts to fuck me faster. While he is thrusting inside me, he reaches down and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb.

  “Come for me Sam. I want to feel that sweet pussy wrap around my dick once more.”

  Just hearing him say the words, that does it and I cum again.

  “That’s it baby,” he says. I can feel my legs going to Jell-O as I come down from my orgasm. He slows the pace but I can feel another one building. I lower my legs and wrap them around his hips, grinding on him as he goes in and out of my pussy. I can feel my wetness all over us both.

  “You feel amazing Sam.” I start to meet his thrusts and grind myself against him. He is hitting my clit on just the right spot. I can feel the heat rushing up my body again. I’m ready to orgasm again.

  “Winger, I’m close. I want you to cum with me.”

  “You ready baby?” He is moaning and breathing hard. I’ve always found the moans of a man to turn me on.

  “Oh god yes please, please cum with me.” I can’t help moan loudly and he’s grunting. I wrap my legs around his waist tighter.

  “Baby, I’m going to come.”

  I’m so lost in the moment, the pleasure has overtaken me. “I’m cumming,” I say. I can feel my pussy spasming and clenching. I can feel Winger cumming inside me. I feel the hot spurts of his cum shooting deep inside my womb.

  He stops moving but I can feel his dick jerking inside me. We stay embraced for a moment, forehead to forehead with our eyes closed. I lean in to find his mouth and we kiss.

  I lean back and look up at him and smile. “You are amazing,” I say.

  “You’re a fucking queen. My queen,” he says. Winger pulls away and grabs a towel and wets it with some water. He comes over to my spread legs and wipes his cum from my pussy and legs.

  “You’re cleaning me up?” I look at him curiously.

  “You bet your ass I am. Why would I not?”

  “Guy’s usually don’t care.”

  “Well, I do. I definitely care.” He continues to clean me silently. “You know, we didn’t use any protection. I’ve never done that before.” He looks a little worried.

  “If you’re worried about me getting pregnant, I can’t.” His face saddens. “I don’t mean permanently.” I laugh a little. “I have an IUD Winger, it’s pretty much 99.9% effective. I had it put in 3 years ago.”

  “I wasn’t worried about that. I was worried you would be turned off by me and my reputation.” I had Charlotte give me his health record. Call it unethical but I knew this was inevitable, and I didn’t want a barrier between us. It feels so much better without a condom.

  I grab his hand and look at him in the eyes. “Never.”

  “I’m going to go take a shower.” I attempt to hop off the counter. My ass is sticking on the counter and my shoulder is killing me, but I won’t tell him that.

  “Let me help you.” He grabs me by the hips and picks me up. I slide down his body while he sets me down.

  “Thank you.” I give him a peck on the lips. I
make my way to the master bathroom and start the water. I peel off the rest of the shirt that Winger ripped open. I look like I had the fucking of my life, because I did.

  “You look beautiful and like you had the fucking of your life. I know I did,” he says as he comes up behind me in the bathroom. He is naked as the day he was born. His dick is still hard.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I say back to him. I can’t wait for my arm to heal so I can finally put my arms around him. I move to the shower and step in, the water feels amazing. I’m about to ask Winger if he is going to join me but I feel him up against my back. Our skin is slippery touching each other. My back is to his front. He reaches around and cups my pussy. I can’t help but moan.

  “You ready for more?” I ask him.

  “I’m always ready for more, but for now I wanna clean you up and get some grub in our bellies,” he says as he keeps stroking my pussy. I reach around and stroke his dick. “Sam, I’m going to cum if you keep that up.”

  “Good, I want you to.”

  “You’re cumming with me.” He starts stroking my clit as I stroke his dick. I meet his pace and I’m cumming in no time. He cums at the same time in my hands. I turn around and we make out. After what feels like an eternity of pleasure we step out of the shower.

  “Here, let me help dry you off.” Winger grabs a fluffy towel off the rack and dries me head to toe. He wraps it around my body. I leave him in the bathroom while I go into the bedroom and start dressing. He steps out of the bathroom looking like a wet dream. His hair is wet and there is water glistening off his chiseled chest.

  “What do you feel like eating?” he asks.

  “I could definitely go for some Chinese food.”

  “You wanna go out or order in?” he asks me.

  “I’d like to order in, if that’s alright.”

  “Sounds perfect to me.” He grabs his phone and pulls up the menu to a Chinese restaurant. “What do you want?” he asks.

  “Surprise me, I’m not too picky when it comes to Chinese. As long as it’s fried and full of fat I’m happy.” I see him scroll through his phone and place an order online.

  “The order should be here in 30-40 minutes.”