Sex Piston had also met Candi. She was a bitch that floated between motorcycle clubs, going from biker to biker. She was faithless and only had time for those who could supply her constant need for sex and drugs.
Sex Piston swallowed hard at the thought of never getting to know Star. She was a beautiful, little girl. Stud had made the right decision by stepping in and shouldering his brother’s responsibilities.
Damn. She hated to admit she liked that he was responsible. He had not only accepted his brother’s child as his own, but when her own father had asked for his help, he had, despite there being no benefit to his own club. The Destructors were mainly a group of bikers that had fallen into a rut, which was dangerous without the strength to back it up.
He was right; she was attracted to him. As much as she wanted to deny it, it was there. Damn, she was going to be weak-minded long enough to find out if he deserved that nickname of his.
Sex Piston got up from the table, going to stand in front of Stud. “If you fuck around on me, I’ll walk away and not look back. After I kick your ass.”
Stud’s lips twitched. “Okay.”
“I mean it, Stud,” she warned.
“I know.”
Sex Piston’s arms circled his neck and then she did what she had been dying to do for weeks. She leaned in close, offering her mouth. When he lowered his own at her invitation, it was everything she could do to hold back the moan that rose at the pleasure that was better than she had imagined.
He took control of the kiss, showing her the benefits of giving in to him. His tongue surged into her mouth, exploring hers as if quenching a fire, as his hand went to her ass, pulling her closer. She felt his hardening cock against her flat stomach.
Stud lifted her up, packing her through the kitchen door and then through the living room.
Sex Piston’s thoughts flew; asking herself if this was what she really wanted to do. Stud, whether he wanted to admit it or not, was like her dad and Ace. He might have his shit together a litter better, but not by much. He still lived the biker life and, while it was a big part of hers, she had learned that it was hard to make a relationship work with so many women attracted to the power of the position Stud held.
He opened a door in the small hallway before going inside and turning on the light. Sex Piston managed to tear her lips away long enough to glance around the small room. There was a big bed covered in a comforter that was soft against her as he laid her down on it and then following her down to lie on top of her.
His hands went to the zipper between her breasts. The black leather parted as he slid the zipper down, exposing her braless, rose-tipped breasts and her flat stomach. His hand went directly to her pussy, which was covered by the small lace panties she wore.
Sex Piston parted her legs further, giving him access to the flesh that was begging for his touch. She gave a small moan when his fingers found her wet opening before sliding forwards, finding her clit. Taking the tender bud between two fingers, he separated the delicate folds until he could expose the sensitive nerves underneath. His thumb began stroking her until she lifted her hips, wanting a firmer touch.
“Woman, I’m going to give you what you want, but you’re not going to come before I can get my dick in you,” Stud moaned against her neck.
“Then you better hurry,” she threatened as his fingers went to the entrance of her pussy.
Sex Piston pressed against his chest until he fell backwards. Climbing off the bed, she peeled off her tight jumpsuit and black panties, exposing her bare pussy and the tiny butterfly tattoos on her side. She then climbed back on the bed, making sure she gave an extra wiggle of her ass before lying back down.
“You’ve got sixty seconds before I take matters into my own hands,” Sex Piston teased, letting her hand fall to her pelvis, tracing imaginary circles on her skin as she waited on him.
“Damn it.” Stud jerked up to his knees on the bed, unsnapping his jeans and pulling out his dick.
Sex Piston stared at his cock, surprised he hadn’t laughed at her when she had insulted it earlier. “I’m sorry,” she said as she watched him put on a condom he had removed from his back pocket.
Stud paused, staring down at her in confusion.
“For insulting your dick. It just might be as big as your ego,” Sex Piston complimented.
Stud laughed as he lowered himself back down to her, his fingers brushing her wet heat as he fitted his cock against her opening. His hand then spread her thighs wider.
His mouth circled the tip of her nipple, drawing the rosy nub into his mouth as his hips plunged into her pussy. Her scream of pain had him jerking his head up as he saw a tear slide down her cheek. He didn’t understand what his brain was trying to tell him. It was only when her hands pushed at his chest and she started struggling to get out from under him that it dawned on him what her problem was.