by Jenika Snow
Her pussy clenched over and over again around his huge dick.
He buried his face in her neck, and the sound of him inhaling deeply had her mouth parting and another smaller climax cresting inside of her. His shaking body caused hers to do the same, and the root of his cock pressed against her clit every time he pushed forward. He started picking up his speed, and cursing with every thrust into her.
He was going to come soon, she knew that, and wanted it desperately.
“God, you’re so fucking tight, Vicky.” He pumped into her harder. “I’ve missed this with you, baby.”
She breathed out harshly.
“You’re it for me. You’re the only one I will ever want.” More thrusting and retreating. “I fucking love you.”
She gasped as her pleasure rose higher.
“I’m going to claim you, fill you with my cum until you smell just like me.”
“Yes, Payne.” She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
“Your pussy will be so fucking sore when I’m done with you, but you’ll want more. You’ll always want more, and I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.”
And just like that she came again. His groans mixed with hers, and she felt the gush of warm liquid slipping from between her thighs. Vicky knew it wasn’t just her arousal. Payne had come, too, but he was still so hard inside of her, still pumping away like he hadn’t just gotten off.
Sucking in a great lungful of air and feeling dizzy from the endorphins rushing through her veins, Vicky tried to calm herself. It was only seconds later that she felt Payne shift her so she was on her side.
It was clear Payne wasn’t nearly finished with her yet.
He lifted her up slightly so she was forced to get on her knees.
“Fucking hell, baby, look at this ass.” He took hold of her cheeks and squeezed them gently. Over and over he did this, then he was slapping her ass cheeks with his open palms. It wasn’t hard like he might have done before, and she wondered if it was because he was trying to be gentle because she was pregnant.
She wanted to tell him she wouldn’t break, but the pleasure stole her voice.
His spanks were intricately placed, never landing in the same spot twice, and causing these little sparks of heat to spear to her core.
“So. Fucking. Hot.” He spread her cheeks a little wider, and the cool air smoothed along her back hole. “You’re so fucking open and wet for me.” Payne leaned forward and ran his tongue over her anus.
He started rubbing her clit back and forth with his finger while he thrust his tongue in and out of her bottom so that she came one more time.
Vicky cried out as the ecstasy stole over her.
She collapsed onto her side on the bed, panting, feeling lightheaded but in a good way.
Payne moved from between her thighs and started jerking himself off. She went onto her back to watch him. He moved his palm over his dick faster and harder until his neck tendons strained, his muscles contracted, and he came all over her lower belly and mound. His hot cum came out in great white arcs, covering her flesh. The sight shouldn’t have been hot, but it was.
God, it was so damn hot.
When he was done he sagged forward, bracing one hand beside her head and breathing out just as hard as she was.
“You’re mine,” he said harshly. “Say it, Vicky.”
“I’m yours … always, Payne.”
14
The house was done, and they were decorating the nursery. Vicky had a brush, and was painting a ship onto the wall.
“I didn’t know you could draw or paint,” Payne said, holding a glass of milk for her to take.
“I’m not some great artist or anything.” She blushed.
“It was always something you were good at. Our teachers in high school tried to tell her how talented she was. She wouldn’t listen. Always so stubborn,” Clara said, to which Vicky stuck her tongue out.
“You look like a damn artist to me,” Payne said and she grinned.
“They wanted me to go to some kind of school where all the wealthy kids went. I didn’t want to do that. I still don’t want to do that.” She shrugged. “I’m happy.”
Putting the finishing touch to the boat with the sails on, she stepped back to admire her work.
“He’ll love it,” Payne said, kissing her neck. He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck and making her ache for them both to be alone.
“You do realize if you fuck in this room, you’ll scar him for life,” Smalls said, coming in carrying a large pizza.
Vicky smiled, suddenly feeling really hungry.
“We won’t fuck in his room,” she said.
“At least when we do it, he won’t be here.” Payne took a piece of pizza, biting into it.
“We’re not doing it here,” Vicky said, slapping Payne’s chest. “Be good.”
He grabbed her ass, and she let out a squeal.
“Being around all of you with your lovey attitude is making me sick,” Smalls said.
“What’s the matter?” Clara asked, running her hand up King’s chest. “Don’t know what you’re missing?”
“I know what I’m missing,” Smalls said. “A nice willing woman who will cook for me.”
Bridget burst out laughing from where she sat between Beast’s legs. “You’re kidding, right? You think that is all we do? Fuck our men, and feed them.”
“Yeah, what else are you good for?” Smalls asked.
King, Beast, and Payne all winced, and visibly recoiled. “Dude, you are on your fucking own,” King said.
“Never say shit like that to a woman,” Payne said, shaking his head.
“Ouch!” This came from Beast.
“No, it’s fine, it’s fine,” Bridget said. “So, you think our men don’t get anything more from us?”
“Look, Bridget, babe, I’m not going to criticize your relationship,” Smalls said.
“Have you ever been on a date? An actual date with a woman not willing to suck your cock on the first date?” Vicky asked.
“Why would I do that? What’s the point if you’re not going to get your dick sucked?”
“Wait a second, you’re telling me you’ve never been on a date, and you’ve never actually tried to get a woman to like you?”
Smalls shrugged. “I don’t see the point in trying too hard.”
“Well, I for one know how good it is to try hard,” Beast said, pulling Bridget’s hair off her shoulder so it cascaded down her back. “I wouldn’t trade any of my time with her for the world.”
“A pussy is a pussy,” Smalls said.
“I did not just hear that,” Clara said.
“He’s an ass,” Vicky said.
“I agree with all of you.” Bridget got up, and walked right up to him. “You mean to tell me that any woman feels the same?”
“A hole is a hole.”
“You’re fucked,” Beast said.
Grim and Reaper, who had shown up just about half an hour ago, laughed. “You’re all fucked,” the twins said in unison. They had paint on their hands and shirts, and although the two of them had some pretty hardcore needs when it came to fucking, as well as some intense and fucked-up pasts, they were good people.
“You’re all fucked, because the bigger they are the harder they fall,” Vicky said.
“So all club whores feel the same?” Bridget spoke up. “Every single woman has the same tightness, the same wetness, the same response? How about their tits? They all feel the same. They’re all large?” When Smalls went to say something, she held her hand up. “We’re not all the same! We’re all different, and thank god.” She growled at him, and stormed out of the nursery, Beast following behind her.
Vicky let out a breath and rubbed the base of her back. “You’re so screwed.”
Smalls left Payne’s house after the nursery was completely decorated. They needed to allow it to dry. He’d be there in two days to help assemble the crib, and several other items of furniture.
; The conversation he’d had about women had left a sour taste in his mouth. He’d never thought of women as different. Sure, there were some club whores he liked more than others. Some women grated on his nerves, and he knew the difference between a woman for keeps, and one just to fuck.
Bridget, Clara, and Vicky were the kind of women you kept close.
He was walking down the street about to turn a corner when someone ran right into him.
“Oh crap, I’m so sorry,” a feminine voice said.
Smalls stared into a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
With him on the ground on his back, she rested her hands on his chest, and started trying to get up from on top of him. He got up from the ground. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.
“I’m fine. No damage done.”
He stared at a curvy as fuck woman. She wore a pair of running shorts and an oversized shirt. With the way she rested her hands on her hips, panting, he could make out every single swell and curve of her body.
“I didn’t mean to run into you.”
“No harm done. It’s the risk you take walking around a corner.”
She chuckled. “Very true.”
“The name is Smalls,” he said.
“Lana.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Lana.”
“The same, Smalls.”
Before he could say anything else, she was running away in a completely different direction. “Nice to meet you. Hopefully the next time we meet isn’t as painful.” She grinned and waved.
He couldn’t help but watch her run away from him. Her ass was so damn round and bouncy.
Lana, the runner, was damn hot and kept his attention instantly.
Oh, they’d be running into each other again. He’d make damn sure of it.
15
Watching Payne and Beast with their old ladies had this ache settling inside of Reaper’s chest. He looked at his twin, Grim, wondering if his brother felt that longing, that need to find the perfect woman to help them in their fucked-up desires, but also be willing to be shared between them.
When they found a woman, if they did—they knew it would have to be one that would desire both of them.
They’d want an old lady that could be theirs.
But finding a female willing to have two sadistic bastards like us in her life is probably never going to fucking happen.
Hell, even seeing King giving his old lady so much PDA that it made him want to tear his eyes out had this strange emotion filling him.
Grim shouted something foul to Smalls, whom he was playing a hand of cards with.
At first Reaper didn’t know what in the fuck his emotions meant, and why he felt it. But then it hit him like a ton of fucking bricks at seeing how happy the other patches were.
I want what they have. I want an old lady that can look at me and know she’ll be well cared for, protected, and loved above all else.
Shit.
Yeah, he wanted it, but it wasn’t going to happen. Not that Reaper didn’t think he could properly love a woman … because he wanted to, or at least try and be a good man for a female. It wasn’t even that he didn’t think he could commit, because fuck, he wanted that, too. But he had his own issues and baggage to deal with.
So, fucking the loose-ass club whores was what he did to relieve his stress, and truth was he felt fucking dirty because of it. He reached out for the bottle of whiskey, but the fucking thing fell off the bar top and onto the floor, shattering. He cursed and bent down to start cleaning it up.
“Fuck,” he cursed low when a shard sliced through his hand. Fuck, he was so damn uncoordinated because of his thoughts. Reaper felt so damn tired. It wasn’t just the physical exhaustion, but mental too.
“Hey, are you okay?” The female voice that came from behind him had Smalls turning and looking at her.
He started with her feet since he was on the ground, and took note of her pink painted toenails that could be seen peeking out from her sandals. He moved his gaze up her legs—long, smooth, and cream-colored legs that had his body tightening. She wore a denim skirt, one that wasn’t like the cunt-showing mini ones the bitches who hung out at the club wore.
Wide, luscious hips, a nice belly that was flat, but rounded … womanly, greeted him as he kept checking her out. He was making no point in trying to hide what he was doing.
When he reached her huge, clearly natural breasts, his cock decided to jerk to attention.
But it was when he looked into her face that his heart picked up. Her red hair was in long waves over her shoulders, and her wide green eyes showed concern. Her face was delicate in features, but her lips were full, pouty, and pink.
She was fucking gorgeous … but who was she and why was she at the club? He’d never seen her before.
She was looking at his hand, and it was then he realized blood was making a small puddle on the floor.
“Fuck,” he said and curled his hand into a fist. That had a shooting pain radiating up his arm.
“Let me see.” She pulled it closer to her, leaned down, and he got a whiff of her hair. “Don’t clench like that. You’re making it worse.” Her voice was sweet, gentle, and he felt this warmth move through him.
He could have groaned right then and there from the saccharine, flora scent that slammed into him.
“That looks really bad,” she said and crouched beside him. She set the papers she’d been holding on the ground, and before he knew what she was doing she grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. Reaper was transfixed at the way she was focused on his cut—as if she was so concerned it made her genuinely react.
She is sincerely concerned. I can see it in her face.
“Come on, I’ll help clean it up, although it might need stitches.” She lifted her eyes to him, and he was mesmerized by the vibrant green color.
“I’ll live.” He watched her lick her lips. “What’s your name?” he found himself asking.
“Catherine, but everyone just calls me Cat.”
That name seemed to fit her perfectly, especially her gorgeous animal-like eyes.
“And your name?” she asked with a smile.
“Reaper.”
“Not the best way to first meet someone,” she said, that smile still on her face. “But it is what it is. Come on.”
He let her lead him out of the bar area and to the small bathroom off of the main floor. She rummaged under the sink, couldn’t find whatever she was looking for, and let out a huff of breath. She placed her hands on her hips and looked around.
“I know you guys have to own a first aid kit.” She eyed his hand again. “Being an MC I assume you tend to your own wounds.”
Who was this woman?
“Who are you?” he asked, knowing what her name was, but not what he wanted to know again. He also took note of his voice. It was low, deep, and his need for her was unlike anything he’d ever felt.
“She’s my baby sister.” The deep voice behind him had Reaper tensing. He looked over his shoulder to see Smalls glaring at him. Grim was walking up, too, clearly wanting to know what the fuck was going on. When he reached the doorway and looked over Smalls’ shoulder, Reaper could see the instant desire on his twin’s face.
They had the same needs and desires … always.
Yeah, judging by the look on Smalls’ face, he was pretty protective of Cat.
Reaper couldn’t blame him, but it also didn’t deter him from wanting to know more about her.
And he sure as fuck would.
16
A couple of months later
Vicky lay on the couch with a bowl of chips resting beside her. She took a chip, watching a cartoon. Payne had left five hours ago, and hadn’t come back since. She didn’t have a clue what to do, and she couldn’t get her ass up without some help. Stuck on the sofa, the tears were a pain today. The last thing she wanted to do was cry, but she couldn’t move.
The phone rang, and she had it resting beside her.
“Hello,” she said.
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br /> “What’s wrong?” Clara asked.
“Why does there have to be anything wrong?” Vicky asked.
“I know you, sweetie. You sound so sad.”
“My stomach is like a large balloon in front of me. I can’t see my feet or my pussy. I’m laid on the couch because I can’t move. Oh, and my source of entertainment? My stomach every now and then pushes my bowl of chips up.”
“Do you want me to come over there and help?”
“Yes, please, if only for some company.”
“I’m on my way.”
Disconnecting the phone, she blew out a breath. The strain on her bladder was making it really uncomfortable, and she knew it was only going to get worse. She had a couple of months to go, and either she was just a big grower in the pregnancy department, or Payne produced huge babies.
She had a feeling it was the latter.
Seconds passed, and then minutes. She was seriously going to pee herself, but lying and relaxing sounded so nice. Seeing no other alternative, she placed the bowl of chips on the coffee table.
“You can do this, Vicky,” she joked with herself.
Slowly, she started to push herself up. However, she lost her grip on the side of the couch, and before she could right herself, she fell on her side, jarring her whole body. The pain was intense.
Bursts of pain radiating throughout her whole body, and not wanting to take any chances, she grabbed the phone off the coffee table and called for an ambulance.
The moment Payne had gotten the phone call that Vicky was in the hospital he’d stopped everything and rushed to her.
Now here he was, pacing up and down the hospital waiting room, waiting to hear something on how she was. Most of his club was here, and Clara had been there in the ambulance ride all the way to the hospital, and he was so thankful she’d been there for Vicky.
Fuck.
When he’d gotten the call he’d been in a meeting about the upcoming drug runs. Ever since Vicky had come back into his life he’d been neglecting his duties as Prez for the Grit Chapter. Demon, President of the original Soldiers charter, could still handle his shit, why couldn’t he?