Just a little deeper…
Fuck, it was sexy to watch her test herself with my length. The way she shut her eyes and came forward, taking that extra inch or two. She held there, forcing her tongue to move against the bottom of my shaft before pulling back and off me. She then let out a few heavy breaths, her right hand scaling my cock up and back.
Then she went right back to work.
Those fucking lips moving back and forth on the head of my cock. Her fucking hand gripping at the root of my cock, stroking me. Pumping me, wanting me to just go.
“Fuck, darling,” I groaned. “That tight mouth is wild.”
Harlee let out a groan. That’s what set me off.
My legs tightened and a deep growl formed in my throat. When I let go, fuck…
Harlee pulled those lips over the head of my cock just as I started to come. She looked surprised for a quick second and then devoured me, sliding down my pulsing shaft. Spurt after spurt collected into her sweet mouth as she held then, gently sucking me, her hand viciously pumping at my shaft.
Goddamn, the sight and feeling were nothing short of perfect.
Even after I was finished, Harlee wasn’t. I hated when women pulled away and thought they were done. I wasn’t the kind of outlaw that shot his load and was done. Fuck no. That was just me warming up. And Harlee knew that.
She put her hands back to my legs and slowly tortured me, sliding her mouth up and down my cock a few more times before finally pulling away from me. She then climbed to her feet and stood before me, beautiful naked. Normally I would have ravaged the woman in front of me. No time to waste, you know? But with Harlee, it was like time stood still.
I touched her shoulders and ran my hands down to her hands. I interlocked my fingers to hers. Of all the places to touch on that body of hers, I went for her hands. She was the greatest dream.
The blowback from the Night Soul was just starting. The bloodbath was being heavily investigated by the local PD. The O’Nuall family wasn’t happy with us but they got their money and they got proof that I had taken care of my father. The Russians were soaring through Nevada, raising a new kind of hell. The guys down in Frelen were on guard, ready for whatever was going to happen next.
For me, it was sort of all about beginnings. I had been dealing with the reaper on my ass for years. I had been looking to the end of it all. Harlee showed me that beginnings were real and, goddammit, I embraced it.
I broke my hold from her hands and grabbed her waist. She quickly peeled my leather cut off me and jumped into my arms. Her legs were tight around my body, a smile on her face.
“Where do you want it now, darling?” I asked her.
“Shower. Fuck me in the new shower, Trent.”
I didn’t take orders from women… but when a woman as beautiful as Harlee gives an order like that, you fucking listen.
So I did.
I walked her to the shower and we fucked until the hot water ran out. I made a mental note to complain to the landlord about that.
When the hot water ran out I took her to the bed.
I thrust deep into her body and ran my lips over her left breast. Her nails latched onto the back of my head as she cried out. I almost felt bad for the neighbors.
When we finished - again - I rolled to my side and held Harlee tight. She kissed my chest and we were a tangled mess of sweat, shower water, sex hanging low like a cloud. My fingertips explored every inch of her body as we lay there in silence.
My life was deadly. My life was dangerous.
Holding Harlee… naked in bed… after hot sex… my life was perfect.
**
I sat in a chair and two strippers were next to me. They were topless but I didn’t look at them. Well, not right then. Harlee had sat on my lap while the two women danced themselves naked. When they touched Harlee and teased her, it made my cock wildly hard. I couldn’t help but wonder if a day would come when Harlee and another woman or two would be joining me in bed.
Trev stepped forward and lifted a bottle of whiskey. “Okay, now we’re ready for the big moment. I was supposed to be marrying these two but they’ve quietly asked to hold off on the marriage for right now. I can respect that. Harlee wants the perfect wedding dress. And Trent just wants to fuck as a free man.”
The club let out a cheer.
“Easy now,” I said. “Don’t get me in trouble.”
“I got dibs on the two naked women,” Cash said. “Right, ladies?”
“Hey, not to be a complete ass here,” I said, “but can the naked women take off? This is about Harlee, not fake tits.”
“Hey,” Cash snapped. “Tits are tits, man. Don’t worry, ladies, I think you’re both beautiful.”
Cash whistled for a prospect to take them to his room.