Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(2)

Unzipping his pants he exposed himself to Annie, who promptly squeezed  her eyes shut. The man didn't care. He didn't need an audience; he was  perfectly content to make himself come into her yellow gingham panties.  After several grunts, he spilled his sperm into her undies, making sure  to keep it contained. With his head thrown back and eyes closed, his  body slowly returned to normal. When he opened his brown eyes, his gaze  fixed on hers. He smiled widely, then pushed his limp dick into his  pants and zipped them up.                       
       
           



       

Taking out his pocketknife, he approached Annie, who tried to wiggle  away from him. Leaning down, he kissed her gently on the forehead.  "Thank you. I appreciate what you did for me tonight." He cut off the  tape from her hands. "Wait until I go. Then you can get up and do what  you have to do."

In two long strides, he was at the window, slipping out. By the time he  reached his car around the corner of the cul-de-sac, he heard Annie  screaming. He hummed under his breath, switched on the ignition, and  disappeared into the darkness of the night.





Chapter One





The stacked redhead slipped her lips around Throttle's stiff dick, and a  jolt of pleasure zapped him. "Fuck," he murmured as he buried his  fingers in her thick curly hair.

"You like that, baby? Mmm …  I love the way you taste."

He chuckled and decided it was going to be a fun afternoon, what with  this sexy redhead and her blonde girlfriend who was rubbing her big tits  in his face, begging him to suck her hard nipples. Of course he'd have  to oblige; after all, the two women had agreed to come to the clubhouse  to have a bit of fun with him. He'd met them at the Rusty Nail, a biker  bar where a good game of pool with a side of fucking was the norm. All  the back rooms were taken, so he'd asked the two chicks to come to the  club. They couldn't drive fast enough. They were definitely biker  groupies-women who loved biker cock and wanted a taste of the dark and  dangerous life for a night or two.

Throttle was fine with that. New pussy was always fun, and if they  proved to be as adventurous as he thought they would be, he may even let  them spend the night with him. He normally didn't do overnights, not  even with the club whores or hoodrats, but sometimes he'd make an  exception and let a woman or two share his bed.

Damn, the redhead gave good head. He placed his hands on each side of  her face and thrust his hips forward, plunging harder and deeper into  her throat while he sucked her friend's pink nipples. The blondie's rack  was big and high, just like he loved it. She pulled away and gave him a  deep kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth, mimicking a dick in a  pussy. He pushed her away. He didn't go in for that kind of shit, didn't  like a woman who was too aggressive in taking control.

"What's the matter, honey? I'm just showing you what I want your dick to do to my pussy."

"I'll get there. Right now, I'm enjoying the way your friend's sucking  my cock. Show me how you can eat her out, sweetheart. I'd fuckin' love  to see that." Throttle pushed her away and she scooted down and went by  the redhead, who parted her knees. The blonde slid between her friend's  knees, flat on her back, then spread the redhead's wet lips apart and  started lapping away. Seeing her pink tongue play with the redhead's  slick sex made him blow hard, his cum shooting down the woman's throat.  It was fucking awesome. He leaned back and watched the blonde play with  her friend's clit as the redhead licked off all the cum from his shaft.  Life was just too good sometimes.

The women's moans filled the room as they pleasured each other, and he  grew hard again as he saw them sucking and finger-fucking each other.  Throttle ripped open a condom package, slipped it over his throbbing  dick, crawled over to the blonde and pulled her off her friend, pushing  her on her back as she squealed in delight. Placing her ankles on his  shoulders, he rammed his length into her wet slit and pumped it in and  out while the redhead sucked on her friend's hardened nipples. Throttle  pushed his finger into the redhead's pussy and finger-fucked her as he  slammed in and out of her friend.

"That feels so good, Throttle," the blonde moaned as he rode her rough.

He wished he could remember their names, but all he'd been really  interested in was the blonde's rack and the redhead's ass when they had  made conversation at Rusty's. He'd known from the moment their eyes had  landed on his that they'd wanted to fuck him, and he was more than  willing to give the women a treat.

Women flocked to Throttle, and regardless that he was known as a  cold-hearted bastard, they still wanted to spend time with him even if  it was for only a quick screw. At six feet, with long dark brown hair,  eyes as black as coal, a perpetual five o'clock shadow, and a sculpted  physique, women usually drooled over him. The fact that he was a player  and could be a cocky jerk didn't deter them. With a defined jaw,  straight nose, a lopsided grin that melted a woman's panties, and  colorful tats curling around ripped arms and shoulders, Throttle had no  shortage of women. In all his thirty-five years, he'd never met a woman  he couldn't bed. And it suited him perfectly, because he wasn't about to  chase any chick. Hell, they chased him. If a woman started that  princess bullshit, well, he was on to the next one without even a  backward glance. That was the lifestyle he loved-easy pussy, and the  more the merrier.                       
       
           



       

Just when he spread the redhead's ass cheeks, positioning his hardness  to enter her puckered hole, someone banged loudly on his door. He let  out a frustrated sigh. "I'm busy here. Come back." He pushed onward.

"Open up. Banger's got something he needs you to do," Rock's baritone voice cut through the door.

"Can't it wait for fifteen minutes or so? I got something I'm doing here."

"Make him go away," the blonde pouted as she kneeled behind him and played with his balls.

"I'm fuckin' tryin', sweetheart."

"So, you want me to tell Banger to wait?"

That one question proved to be the perfect cock-blocker. "Shit." He  pushed back with his feet and stood, scooping up his jeans from the  floor. "Sorry, ladies. My president is calling."

The two women, flushed with arousal, looked confused. "You're going?  Now?" the redhead asked as she sat up and leaned against the headboard.

Sighing, a deep sense of regret coursing through him, he nodded. "Yep, and you both gotta get your asses outta here. Like now."

"Don't you want us to wait until you get back?" the blonde asked as she squeezed her tits.

He groaned. "I don't know what I have to do. I don't like people in my room when I'm not here."

"We're not just any people. Right? Can't you bend your rules?"

"Baby, you two are some hot chicks, but there's plenty of hot pussy around here. Now get going. Dress fast. I gotta go."

The women cursed under their breaths but put on their clothes while  throwing Throttle dirty looks. "You said we could party with the  brothers tonight."

"That's the way it goes. Go back to Rusty's. You won't have any problems  finding another biker who's horny. Leave your numbers. I'll call you  when we have a big party. Sound good?" He walked over and squeezed the  blonde's tits and the redhead's ass. The women laughed, then wrote out  their numbers and walked out with him.

Rock smiled broadly at Throttle, his hungry gaze checking out the two  women. "Sorry to have disturbed you, but you know how it is when the  president wants something."

"No worries. Hey, these two chicks still wanna party. You doing anything?"

Rock's black eyes lit up as he shook his head. Throttle leaned in. "The  redhead has lips for sucking and an ass made for fucking, and the  blonde's pussy is tight and her tits are damn big." He winked.

"What're you two guys whispering about?" the redhead asked, batting her eyelashes.

"My brother here, Rock, is the Sergeant-At-Arms of the club, and he was telling me how hot he thinks you two are."

"Are you telling us the truth? You're really the muscle of the club?"

"Yep."

Throttle shook his head, marveling at the way the biker groupies acted  like the officers of an outlaw MC were like gods or something. "He loves  pleasing women. You think you can take care of my brother while I'm  away? If you're still here when I get back, we can have a foursome.  Would you like that?"

The women's eyes shined as Throttle stood before Banger's door, ready to  knock. Tucked snuggly under each of Rock's arms, they waved to him,  telling him to hurry back as they disappeared in the stairway. Laughing,  he knocked on the door.