Ripper's Torment(23)

“How can you be ready to go again?” she asked, shocked by the strength of his arousal.

“You. You make me want to fuck you, Judi.”

Soaping his length, she heard him moan. Seconds later his fingers circled hers around his shaft, and he showed her the pace he wanted her to keep. Her fingers were tight as she worked his length.

“I’m going to come,” he said.

Judi kept up her ministrations watching the tip as his cum jerked out, splashing onto the bottom of the shower, washing down the drain.

Once they were finished, Ripper turned the water off grabbing a towel for himself. She made to climb out, but he wrapped a towel around her body.

“Are you sure you’re a bad-ass biker?” she asked.

“Yes.”

He was being sweet to her, and she didn’t understand where his tough image came from. Thinking about the dead body, she closed the thoughts down. Ripper was a force to be reckoned with. She doubted anyone got to see this side of him.

“Don’t mistake my caring for you as a weakness, Judi. Only you will see this side of me and only in private.” He kissed her cheek then took her hand leading her back to her bedroom.

“I’m hungry.”

She was shocked to see they’d been in her bedroom for two hours already. The time didn’t even register when they were together.





Chapter Seven



Sitting at the kitchen counter, Ripper watched Judi buzzing around the spacious kitchen. She wore a pair of shorts and a vest. He wouldn’t let her have a bra or panties, and he liked the view of watching her tits bounce as she moved. His cock was in pain at the jeans he wore, but he wasn’t prepared to walk around buck ass naked yet.

“Do you mind having spicy chicken with salad?” she asked, holding up a plate with lots of chicken breasts on it.

“Make sure you cook all of that,” he said.

“What? There’s a lot here.”

“Baby, I eat a lot, and chicken and salad is not going to cut it.”

“Okay, I’ll make something to go with it.”

Watching her move around the kitchen, he took a sip of his coffee while also thinking about her tight cunt squeezing the life out of his fingers. Her body was going to give him a walking, talking hard-on.

The shower alone had him bursting at the seams. He didn’t shower with a woman. Ripper fucked women, and once he was done, they left his space. Judi was different. She made him want to be a different kind of man for her.

Running fingers through his hair he stood up going to look outside of the window. The sun was still bright in the sky. The neighborhood was a good one. He watched kids playing on the front lawns. All of them were wearing buttoned up shirts and looked out of place shooting hoops.

“How do you like living here?” he asked.

“It’s good. We’re left alone. Lexie won’t take any shit from any of the women, and the men are terrified of Devil.” She giggled, looking over at him. “Lexie went to grab the mail the other day from the post box at the end of the drive, and one of the guys who lives a few doors down was passing with his dog.” Her eyes were twinkling as she spoke. “He was flirting with Lexie. His hands reached out as if to touch her, and Devil lost it. He stormed out of the house and threatened him with his gun. Pretty much said if he didn’t stick to his own pussy, he wouldn’t have a dick left.”

“That makes you laugh?” Ripper asked, smiling.

She didn’t smile enough. He made a mental note to change that. Judi was only twenty, and she should be having all kinds of experiences to make her laugh and smile.

“Yeah, what I enjoyed was the shock on his face. All of the people think they’re so good, better than everyone else, but none of them gave a shit about others. Devil is the president of an MC, and yet he cares. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just sick in the head that watching rich people being threatened gives me a thrill.” She shrugged her shoulders. He watched her place the chicken onto an oven plate and drizzle it with oil. Ripper loved deep fried food but wasn’t prepared for another argument from her lips.

“They didn’t care enough to stop a pimp like Rob from hurting you,” Ripper said.

Judi paused. Her hand started to shake, and she looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah, they didn’t care at all.”

“What actually happened?” Ripper asked. They knew she ended up in Rob’s clutches, but no one knew why. “You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable.” He wouldn’t hold anything against her.

“It’s the past. I always try to forget about the past.” She put the chicken in the oven and turned back to him. Her breasts were rock hard and caught his attention.