When she got him nice and hard, he grabbed a condom, quickly protected himself and slammed deep into her hot little pussy. They both moaned, and her pussy worked his dick like they were born to be together. Staying still within her, he took another long swill of whiskey.
“Who are you trying to forget?” Ashley asked.
He slapped her ass, shutting her up. Putting the bottle on the floor, he gripped her hips and plunged into her pussy, pounding away inside her. She didn’t complain once about the depth or thickness of his dick. Ripper wouldn’t have stopped. He needed to orgasm or he wasn’t going to be able to get over what happened this morning.
Closing his eyes, he fucked Ashley hard, using her to find his own release. She was already taking care of her own orgasm, stroking her clit until she went over the edge. He dropped her hips, leaving her to fall to the bed. Removing the condom and throwing it in the trash, he grabbed her head and got her to lick his cock clean of his cum. Ripper watched her tongue licking up every white droplet of his cream.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.” He started to get hard once again watching her lick him. “Do you want a load in your throat?” he asked, knowing he wasn’t going to stop until he came again.
Ashley spent the next twenty minutes sucking on his cock until he came, giving her a wad of his cum. He watched her swallow him down. Only when he was satisfied did he let her go.
“Fuck me, Ripper. You’re a fucking dirty bastard. You really do love fucking, don’t you?” she asked, wiping a hand across her forehead.
Taking a long gulp of whiskey he tried not to think of the guilt at what he’d just done. An image of Judi’s sleeping face entered his mind, and the guilt made him feel like throwing up at what he’d just done.
“Get out,” he said, swigging down more whiskey.
He saw the spark of hurt in her eyes but didn’t care. When his door closed, he collapsed to the bed feeling the exhaustion of everything he’d done. Minutes later Curse appeared, leaning against the doorframe with arms folded.
“What?” Ripper asked.
“You come in from being out all night, fuck Ashley, and upset her. I hate to say this, but she’s one of the good ones, Ripper.” Curse rarely spoke up for any woman let alone a club sweet-butt.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“I need breakfast, and you need to apologize to Ashley. She did nothing wrong last night.”
Staring at his ceiling, Ripper pictured Judi.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Get fucking hungry. I helped you out last night. You owe me, and it’s going to take too fucking long for me to allow you to live it down.” Curse hadn’t moved from the doorway, but his disapproval was felt deep into the room.
“She’s a club whore. Ashley means nothing.”
Glancing at Curse, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. “There are many men downstairs who would disagree. She’s a nice woman and wouldn’t hurt this club for anything. Ashley is not jealous of anyone, and she has a good friendship with Lexie and with Phoebe. She doesn’t go near the men who are taken and respects everyone.”
“Fine, I’m going for a shower, and then I’ll come to fucking breakfast.”
Getting to his feet, he headed for the shower, washing the morning off.
****
Judi let herself into the kitchen. She walked into the house around the back way not expecting anyone to be up yet.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Devil asked.
She spun around finding him sitting at the counter with Elizabeth in her high chair. He was feeding her breakfast and was dressed in a pair of sweat pants. Judi knew it had taken him some time getting used to wearing clothes around the house while she was home. The first time they’d come face to face with his dick hanging out would haunt her forever.
“Erm, I was at a friend’s,” she said, thinking about Ripper’s excuse.
“You don’t have any friends.” He gave another spoonful of food to Elizabeth then turned his gaze back to her.
“I’ve got friends.”
“No, you haven’t. I’ve heard you telling Lexie enough times.”
“Lexie and I were alone during those conversations.” Had Lexie told him her complaints? She hoped not. Judi would never trust the other woman again.
“Regardless of what you think, Lexie would never break your trust. She’s rarely alone, and I keep an eye on her constantly.” He pointed in the corner of the kitchen. She glanced back to see a small camera.
“You’re spying on her?”
“Not spying. I’m taking care of what’s mine. Lexie is my woman. She belongs to me and the club. If I can’t always be here then I will keep an eye on her at all times.” Devil didn’t even look remorseful.