Fuck!
Twinkie's mouth on my dick woke me up. Didn't have a clue how long she'd been sucking, but I was ready to blow. Growling, I opened my eyes and shoved one hand behind her ass, reaching for the wet, pink silk I'd fucked and filled before I crashed out around noon.
Soon as she saw I was awake, the slut began to purr. She did this desperate, throaty thing that vibrated through her cheeks, a special twist that always sent hot pulses straight to my balls. No joke – her trademark finish was like having the world's greatest vacuum hooked to my cock.
I found her clit and pinched it 'til she moaned. Bitch never skipped a beat, furiously bobbing her head up and down.
Too much. Too goddamned early.
“You better swallow every fucking drop. Don't want none of that shit leaking where it don't belong when we're done. Ah...shit. Ah – fuck!”
Her tongue went full fan on my dick. I stuffed it as far as she could take down her throat and let loose, grinding my hand between her legs like a madman, feeling her * gush while my load filled her mouth.
Fuck, she was good. But not half as awesome as a hit of the shit that still filled my dreams while I was out.
It took months to get clean, get my head straight, remember there was more to being a full patch member of the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club than easy smack and endless *. Thank fuck for Fang and the brothers, especially Blackjack. If it wasn't for our Enforcer taking me under his wing since I got to Redding, it would've been all too easy to fall back into old habits.
My balls pulsed and shot pure sweet fire to my head. The fire lashed through me as it left my dick in waves.
Too bad my fucked up brain hadn't stopped missing the orgasm on steroids good smack used to give me. Now, this was the best I could do, fucking every *, ass, and mouth I could find, hoping it'd give me one one-thousandth of the ecstasy I got from pouring that crap in my veins.
“Mmmm,” Twinkie purred, wiping her mouth. “Was this the kinda wake up call you were hoping for, baby? I know what you like, old man...”
I blinked, reaching underneath the bed for my pants. “I'm not your baby, Twink, and you're sure as fuck not my old lady. Get yourself a glass of water and get the fuck out.”
She pouted. I grunted, throwing on my boxers and wriggling into my jeans as she headed for my cramped bathroom. The slut really wanted to latch herself onto somebody in the club – she'd be back between my sheets tomorrow if I wanted her.
Same old song and dance. One thing was for sure – sucking and fucking took the edge off old addictions. The girl was medicine to me, and nothing more, same as all the easy * who swarmed around this clubhouse like moths drawn to big, tattooed, foul mouthed flames.
If the girls realized half the world of shit this club was facing, I didn't think they'd be so bold. Shit was getting serious. I almost dreaded having to throw on my cut and get my ass out there.
Fang's iron fist clenched tighter every day. Hadn't taken me long to figure out how he'd gotten to be national Prez. Brains and brutality were the ticket, but lately, the shit he ordered was beyond the pale. I was damned lucky they'd let me take a ride to Reno a few weeks ago for my sis' wedding.
Technically, the club was on lockdown. We were at war, a savage war we were losing to the Mexican boys pouring across the border, kicking us in the nuts when we least suspected it.
Dunno how I kept it together watching Shelly tie the knot with Blaze, Prez of the Prairie Pussies up in Montana, no less. I would've loved to draw knives and have it out with those assholes. Would've loved to slice the throat of any sneak cartel fuck who came after me too. But I owed sis a hug, a kiss, and my congratulations hissed through clenched teeth.
Celebrating her happiness meant something – even if she found it marrying a total dick from an MC we'd been fighting with not so long ago.
“Brass!” A loud knock at the door followed the booming voice. “Better shake your ass, bro. Crack's rounding up the guys for church and he's gonna be pissed if you're late again.”
Fuck. I told Rabid I'd be out in a minute, soon as the slut was finished pissing behind the door.
Twinkie and the rest of the girls weren't just into riding dick, hoping to land an old man. A couple got caught early this year sneaking cash and valuables outta brothers' rooms. Yeah, they had their asses kicked to the curb – sometimes literally – whenever they were caught. But fuck if I was taking the chance leaving this girl alone with my meager belongings.
The little blonde came striding out a second later, straightening her thong. I scooped her clothes together and threw them at her.
“Get your shit on and hurry the fuck up. I need to get outta here, and you better be gone first. Club business.”