The Arrangement: (Sacred Sinners - Mother Chapter Prequel) (Sacred Sinners MC- Mother Chapter Book 2)

by Bink Cummings

  One wrist is set free. I pull it onto my lap.

  “Blimp explained he should walk away. He didn’t listen and aimed his gun instead. Then cuffed him after.”

  “Aimed his gun?” Wanda’s eyebrows hike into her hairline.

  “Yes.”

  The Captain peers over her shoulder at the man hovering outside the room. The tat on his arm is all I can see at this angle and all I need to know. “You heard her account. Write the report and check his body cam footage.”

  “There is none.” Officer Marik clarifies. He’s one of the good ones on the force. All the brothers, even prez, likes him. He’s fair and only steps in when necessary.

  Their boss spins around to address the situation. “Excuse me?”

  “We’ve tried to pull footage twice. His cam was off. All we could pull from is the dash cam.”

  “And?” she presses.

  “Loretta’s story matches what I observed.”

  Fuck yeah, it does.

  “And Moranis’ account?” Wanda prompts, foot tapping the ground in agitation.

  “Says Blimp was hostile and refused to leave.”

  “So, you’re saying Officer Moranis disobeyed direct orders, left his body cam off, and lied?”

  Marik confirms what we all know to be true. “Yes. It would appear that way, Captain.”

  Moranis breaks into a soft sob, unable to get the final cuff loose. Knowing this needs to get handled sooner rather than later, Marik strides in and takes over my release as Wanda waves her insubordinate officer from the room with the jerk of her chin.

  “Thanks,” I tell Marik, as I massage my wrists that’ll have bruises on them by tomorrow.

  Holding the cuffs in one hand, the buff cop stands in front of us, head shaking. “No thanks needed. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I already reached out to Big. He knows Cap is handling it. I don’t see Moranis makin’ it past tonight.”

  “It’s probably for the best he’s gone before Big… ya know.” Loses his temper and makes Moranis disappear. It’s bound to happen with the kid’s reckless behavior. In most cities, they’d applaud him for bringing a biker in. Not here. Transferring him to some place better suited for his type of patrolling is smarter for us all. I don’t want the boy to get dead on our account. He’s too young to die from stupidity.

  Marik nods once, then ambles to the door. “Yep… Well, y’all have a good night.”

  “Thanks, Marik. You, too.” Loretta waves goodbye.

  “Later,” I call to his back before turning to my gal. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand, beautiful?”

  Smiling like I handed her a million dollars, Loretta leans in for a hug, which I am more than happy to give. ‘Cause I’m a greedy bastard, I pull the fox onto my lap for a quick cuddle.

  Her nose nuzzles my shoulder as she strokes my beard. “Time with you is never boring.”

  “Back atcha, babe.” I caress the side of her breast and she chuckles.

  “We can’t do that here. Let me talk to Wanda. See if she can give us a ride back to my place.”

  “That all you want her for?” I tease, searching for her nipple through the outside of her shirt. It pebbles on contact, so I do what any red-blooded man would do and roll it between my fingers to get her wet. Hell, my dick is already back to full mast. He’s determined to paint the inside of Loretta’s cunt white tonight. Picasso ain’t got nothin’ on him.

  Groaning into my shoulder, my gal lets me play however I wish.

  Now let’s go get our fuck on before I take her right on this bench.

  5

  Loretta

  Arms cuffed to my slatted headboard, head thrown back, my spine arches off the bed, heels digging into the mattress as I come, and come, and fucking come.

  “Wanda!” I howl, jerking my restraints as she sucks my clit with abandon. Her hands keep my hips from bucking.

  “Suck harder.” Blimp shoves the back of Wanda’s head, forcing her to latch onto my pussy, as he fucks her face down, ass up. The sound of skin slapping skin and her moans vibrating against my sensitive nerves has my body shaking uncontrollably.

  She does as she’s told, and I gasp, eyes squeezing shut, tears leaking from the corners.

  “That’s it. Eat her sweet cunt. She tastes good. Doesn’t she?”

  Wanda groans in agreement, never giving my clit a moment's reprieve. It goes on and on, pleasure sparking through my entire body. Unintelligible words babble from my lips as I lose all sense of reality, my brain too focused on her mouth, the strong scent of sex that hangs in the air, and Blimp, the man who never fails to rock my world.

  Wanda’s whimpery moans intensify as he takes her to the precipice. When she’s ready to let go, he grips a fistful of her hair and wrenches that sinful mouth from my core to make her look at me. “Tell her you’re about to come on my dick.”

  Wanda’s wrecked, saturated lips form a beautiful ‘O’ as her channel sucks wetly around his monster dick, making me want to see the show firsthand—how he slams between those puffy, rose colored folds — the ones I’ve licked and sucked on hundreds of times before.

  “Tell her,” he growls as I look on with hooded eyes, my chest rising and falling with laden breaths. I’ve never been more turned on in my life... At least, not since the last time we were together like this.

  “He’s gonna… oh fuck… make me… Comeee… Ohhh… Ngh… Fuuuck.” Wanda’s face screws into the sexiest blissed-out grimace as Blimp takes her there, slamming into her so violently she can barely stay on her hands, tits jiggling beneath her. It’s quite a sight to behold, one I never tire of.

  A broken wail of ecstasy pours from those lips as she dives down the well of no return, emerald eyes tipping into the back of her skull. As always, Blimp doesn’t stop. Showing no mercy, he fucks Wanda until she loses her voice; upper body collapsing, cheek meeting my pussy. Still exerting his control, Blimp grabs the base of Wanda’s neck and presses her face against my sex. Nose on mound, lips on clit.

  “Lick,” he commands.

  She whines.

  “I said lick.”

  That tongue tries to get to work, but the poor woman is too fucked out to accomplish much. Her breath bathes my folds in heavy pants as she flicks my sensitive bud the tiniest bit. If I had the use of my hands, I’d brush my fingers through her mangled hair and maybe cuddle her after such an intense climax. An intimacy Blimp will never give her. Their sex doesn’t work that way.

  His pumps grow lazy as he finishes wringing her body dry. When he’s sure she’s through, he pulls out, and like the dominant man he is, pushes her off me. Wanda’s boneless form spreads out beside me on the queen bed as Blimp tears off the condom and tosses it onto the floor. Then he crawls forward on those thick thighs, pushes both of my legs up, and enters me without warning, driving to the hilt.

  “Blimp!” I screech, doing my best to accommodate such girth all at once.

  He folds me in half, knees to shoulders, toes touching the headboard. “Love this pussy, slut.” His brash words achieve their desired effect, turning me into a wanton, pussy dripping mess.

  “Yes,” I cry out.

  “Love this cunt so fuckin’ much. Gonna make a mess in you.” That glorious slab of cock jackhammers me as Blimp’s neck tightens in pleasure. Sweat drips off his forehead, those tattooed pecs flexing with each stroke.

  “Yes.” I whimper, tightening my sex around him.

  “Say it.”

  “Please.”

  “Please what, whore?”

  I fucking love it when he calls me that.

  “Come inside me.” That’s what he wants to hear. It’s part of the endless game we play. I’ll tell him whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop performing tricks on my g-spot like a big, burly magician.

  “You want my cum?” He smiles wickedly.

  Always. Always. Always.

  I lick my lips, wanting his on mine. “Please. Yes.”

  “That’s what I thought.” That
’s all it takes for Blimp’s jaw to set, then he’s there, pumping hot jets of cum into my center, filling me, fucking it deep. Low, animalistic growls of satisfaction rumble in that thick chest as he empties himself fully.

  My legs are eventually released. I wrap them around his middle as his chest comes to rest on top of mine, our lips brushing.

  “I think I made a mess,” he chuckles the sexiest, laziest sound that makes me smile, spreading warmth through my center. This is the best part of Blimp; the soft, sweet, yet dominant part—when he’s sated and cuddly.

  Wanda rolls over, sliding up beside us. I turn to meet her lips with mine for a sensual kiss. Our tongues glide in unison, making my pussy clench with need. She tastes of me, of beauty, and sex. I love men, but sleeping with a woman is a unique feel you can’t get anywhere else. Wanda’s my favorite female lay. Her pussy is smooth and tastes like heaven. That body is to die for.

  Joining in on the intimacy, Blimp peppers kisses along my cheek and down my throat until he glides far enough to reach my nipples, where he suckles a stiff peak into his mouth. I cry into Wanda’s kiss. She swallows it down with greedy noises of her own.

  Blimp’s cock slips free. Cum drips out but is pushed back inside as he thrusts two thick fingers into me, going straight for that special spot he knows drives me mad. And it works. Playing my body like a fiddle, Blimp owns my tits as he finger fucks me to the tempo of his suckling. I grip the slats of the bed, thrusting my hips for more connection. He chuckles around my flesh as Wanda takes this opportunity to trail a hand down my side and over my hip to my clit, where she rubs me off.

  “I… I…”

  “No complaints, slut. You’re gonna take it.” Blimp orders as he releases my nipple to kiss my cheek. Then grabs a fistful of Wanda’s mane and brings it to my bare breast. Taking orders like a champ, she takes his spot and resumes the torture on my tits that leaves me squirming.

  Blimp climbs off the bed, and when he returns, his hard shaft is coated in lube. My eyes widen as he knocks Wanda’s hand from my clit and places a pillow under my ass before he pushes my legs up. That’s when I realize what he’s about to do.

  “Blimp?” My voice waivers in concern.

  “You love this.” Kneeling, he massages his cockhead against my exposed asshole, smearing around lube and the cum that’s dripped there.

  I shake my head. “It’s too much.” When we have anal sex, I lose my mind. It’s not a joke. I… I can’t take it. Not tonight. Not when Wanda’s here. The only time he’s done this with her around, I… I couldn’t remember my name. I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t do a damn thing but scream, because it’s never just sex. It’s more. And the more part is what I can’t handle.

  “No. It’s not. Sluts take dicks in their ass. You’re my slut, aren’t you?”

  Why does he have to pull that card? Of course, I’m his. Of course, I want him. Of course, I’m willing to be used.

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  Blimp slaps my hole with his mushroom tip. “Then beg me to fuck your ass.”

  “I…” This won’t end well.

  He tweaks my clit with his fingers, sending a glorious shock of pain from toes to nose. “Beg. Me.” His nostrils flare as if he’s growing impatient... as if he can’t wait to be inside me.

  My stomach quivers. “Blimp… please.”

  “Please what?” The wet tip pokes my back door.

  I gasp and swallow hard to find my voice. “Fuck my ass.”

  “That’s my girl… Now bear down and let my dick inside your tight little hole, baby. Gonna make this feel so good.”

  Shaking in part fear, part excitement, I do as I’m told. It stings at first, but Wanda’s mouth on my nipple dulls the pain, focusing my mind elsewhere. By the time he’s seated to the hilt, I’m panting, toes curling so tight they ache.

  Then my maestro does what I knew he’d do. One pump into my hole has my eyes slamming shut as those sensitive walls are lit on fire. Two fingers reinsert into my cum soaked cunt. Wanda’s thumb finds my clit again. Taking things to the final step, the one I’m most worried about, Blimp pushes down on my lower stomach as those digits curve inside. That’s all it takes. The pressure consumes me with a level of ecstasy few will find... A freefall over the cliff of the great unknown, into a shallow pool of rhapsody below- where Sin and Pleasure frolic in the shimmery indigo waters. There’s no use in fighting. Not now. So, I let it take me.

  The world falls away as my biker plunders my asshole in time with those talented fingers. Violent waves of pleasure tremble in my veins as Blimp coerces my body to do his bidding. And it does. It always does.

  “Gonna make you come.”

  Dynamite explodes from my pussy as he presses down on my stomach, forcing me to squirt my climax. Neck elongating, every muscle contracts as I scream through it, unable to hold back as I shower him in lady cum.

  “Hell yeah, baby.” He keeps going, applying more pressure until my world goes dark, and every part of me is ripped asunder. I splash him in my essence, again and again, howling my pleasure, but he doesn’t stop. Never stops.

  At some point, Wanda releases my nipple with a pop, but I’m too far gone to care.

  “Again, my beautiful slut. Give it to me.” That cock buries deep, fingers too, as I unwillingly do as I’m told. Giving him the cum he desires, my asshole clamps down on his shaft, my entire form shuddering until it shatters into a million euphoric pieces.

  A wet finger slides across my tongue mid-moan. It tastes of her. Wrapping my lips around the salty digit, I suck Wanda’s flavor with vigor.

  “Give her another hit,” Blimp orders.

  Wanda pulls that finger from my hungry mouth only to insert another with more of her essence, thus beginning a new game. Every time I give Blimp what he wants, Wanda rewards me with taste after taste until I’m begging for her to sit on my face for an endless supply.

  “More, please.” I lick my lips, savoring every drop.

  “You think you deserve her wet cunt?” Blimp rubs my clit, giving it a second of attention.

  I shiver, praying he doesn’t stop touching there. “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “’Cause I’m being a good slut.” So good. So, so, so good. I’ve come for him as much as he wanted.

  Blimp chuckles fondly. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yes.”

  “You gonna be a good enough slut to beg me to cum in your asshole, too? I think it’s jealous of your pussy.”

  “Yes. It’s jealous,” I blurt. I want it. All of it. Everywhere.

  “Jealous of what?” Blimp’s dick pumps in and out of my asshole in lazy, perfect strokes.

  “My pussy.”

  “Does your pretty hole want a drink of my cum?”

  Dear God, yes!

  “Please, give it a drink. Pleeeaase. Give it to my hole. It’s jealous. It wants you,” I blather on not caring how slurred or whiny my words sound.

  Because Blimp is the most amazing man ever, he drags my body down the bed to elongate my arms so Wanda can straddle my face without hurting me. Warm, sopping wet folds descend upon my lips, smearing them in tangy juices. The pure scent of woman invades my nostrils as I lick through soft pillows to feast on her center, tonguing that well-used entrance. Wanda threads her fingers through my hair, holding me to her core, feeding me like I want to be fed. I revel in her as Blimp lets me enjoy the treat without interruption. Moaning as she moans, her essence floods my face. I drink it down, thirsty for more.

  “Lore, God, I… your mouth,” Wanda rasps, rocking her hips. Wisps of her curly red hair tickle my nose.

  I sense Blimp move before fingers are removed from my center, as is his dick. The bed dips, then his mouth covers my center as I devour Wanda’s. We indulge in bodies and sounds, in desires and flavors. I come, she comes. Rejoicing in her body’s ability to have multiples, I lave that fat, hard clit until she quakes above me with one last climax.

  When she’s through, Wanda climbs off my face and leans down to c
lean up the mess she’s made there. I let her do as she wishes before we end our adventure in a sensual kiss. Palming my breast a final time, her body half on mine, heat on heat, our heavy breaths mingle in shared passion. This is why I love being with her, the special brand of intimacy you can’t get with a man. The softness of her breast touching my side. The tang of pussy on her lips.

  “Thank you,” Wanda whispers as she pulls away wearing a lopsided smile and hooded eyes that speak of happy times.

  As the redhead climbs her sexy ass off the bed she nods goodbye to Blimp, who returns the gesture in kind before resuming our previous position, dick in hole, fingers in pussy. With our extra gone, we spend the rest of the evening coming together until I can barely keep my eyes open and we’re coated in sweat.

  Blimp’s spent cock deflates, slipping from my asshole. “It’s time to shower, sweetheart.”

  Incapable of forming words, I nod, at least I think I do. Floating high on carnal satiation, my body’s nothing more than a lump of overcooked noodles. I need sleep. Hours of it. Weeks. I don’t care as long as I don’t have to move a muscle.

  Tending to me, Blimp uncuffs me from the bed and massages my wrists before the big, burly biker carries me from the bedroom into my bathroom shower stall, which is running with hot water already. Too tired to care, I rest my head on his shoulder, legs around his thick waist, as Blimp washes me under the soothing spray.

  “It’s okay, babe, I’ve got ya. Just relax.”

  I peck his neck, dragging lips over damp flesh. “I think you broke me.”

  “You’ll be sore tomorrow. But it’ll be okay.” He kisses my shoulder. The sweetness does funny things to my insides.

  “We’re old. We’re both gonna hurt.” Pain killers will be our best friends. They always are after a night like tonight.

  He laughs, light and carefree. “This is true, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  I squeeze him a little tighter. “You’re a sex fiend.”

  Using the shampoo pump to gather a dollop, Blimp’s giant hand then massages the soap into my curly mess of hair, careful not to get any in my face. “No, I’m a fiend for you.”