The Outlaw's Obsession
Chapter One
Jagger stared at the ass that was currently bouncing up and down on his cock. DeDe rode his dick like she was in the rodeo and trying to go the full eight seconds. She was a club whore, one of the willing human females that gave up her pussy for the Grizzly motorcycle club.
“God, you bears can sure stretch a pussy.”
Jagger didn’t respond, just looked down at where her cunt sucked at his dick. Being the president of the Grizzly MC in Colorado, he had pussy lined up like it was going out of style. But all of the Grizzly members got more snatch than they could handle, and it was those few hours where a member could fuck the shit out of a female and ease their animal energy. Jagger flipped her over so she was on her belly and her ass was in the air. He gripped the root of his dick, held the Magnum firmly in place, and lined his cockhead at the opening of her sloppy pussy. He plunged inside of her, over and over again, until his balls drew up and he came hard. He didn’t know if DeDe got off, but it didn’t much matter since he had heard her screaming while Diesel, his Vice President, had fucked her just a few hours back. Yeah, he didn’t say they weren’t bastards, but no one was about to pass up free, willing pussy, that was for damn sure.
When he was finished he pulled out of her, fell onto his back, and let his heart calm before moving. His grizzly hadn’t even twitched, but then again it never did when he fucked these random chicks, club whores or not. He had heard stories of members’ animals rising up, threatening to shift while they were balls deep in a female, but Jagger had never experienced it, and was thankful for small favors. He didn’t need any more complications. These get-togethers were strictly about getting off.
The room he stayed in when not crashing at his place was at the clubhouse. All of the members had their own rooms, but they were mainly used for when shit was going on with Old Ladies, they were drunk and needed a place to pass out, or they needed a good hard fuck. DeDe’s breath came out in even intervals, and Jagger knew she had passed out. He sat up on the edge of the bed and ran a hand over his short hair. Not bothering to get dressed, he headed into the bathroom connected to the room. Once the harsh as fuck light was on Jagger braced his hands on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. He was drunk, and looked pretty fucked up in the mirror. His dark hair was a mess atop his head, and he had a five o’clock shadow lining his cheeks and jaw. The cut above his right eye and the bruise he had gotten while fighting with a human male during a bar brawl were already healing. Contrary to popular belief shifters couldn’t magically heal themselves, and even when they shifted, they still had the wounds. It was a fucked up trade-off, but Jagger would much rather have his strength and power than some pussy-ass ability to heal wounds. Besides, these were his war badges, and let any motherfucker walking by know that he held his own.
What he needed was a shower to wash the pussy stink and booze off of his skin. He rolled the used condom off and chucked it in the trashcan. After he turned the shower on he leaned a hand against the wall, lowered his head, and closed his eyes. Damn, he was drunk as hell, even felt a bit nauseous, but then again they had just patched in Dallas, a Nomad looking to set roots. The celebration had been pretty wild, but Jagger could still hear the pounding bass of the party going strong. When steam billowed out around him he stepped into the shower and scrubbed the sweat, smell of gash, and the day’s grime from his body. When he was as clean as he was going to get, he stepped out, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off. He wasn’t about to go lie down with DeDe, no matter how exhausted he was. She may be a club whore, but she was also getting a little too attached to him, thinking she was going to be his old lady or some shit. He wasn’t all about getting down with that. Not now, and not fucking ever. Jagger should have cut that shit off, pulled ties with her and passed her off to the other boys permanently. At least that would have been the smart thing to do, but what could Jagger say? He was a horny bastard, liked to get his dick wet, and DeDe had been around, in more ways than one, to know exactly how he liked his shit worked.
After he was dried off he stepped back in the room and stared at her. Her tits were thrust out and her legs spread wide. Grabbing a clean pair of jeans, he put them on without bothering with underwear. He snatched up a dark tee-shirt and his cut and put them both on. And then he left his room and headed—leaving DeDe to claim his bed for the night while he went back to the party. The cigarette and cigar smoke wafted from the archway that led into the main club room where all of the Grizzly MC members, prospects, and club pussy hung out. The long wooden bar that the prospects had just refinished looked pretty damn good. Two young Grizzlies stood behind the counter pouring shots and handing out beers to the members. The club whores were either perched atop a Grizzly member, dancing naked to the music in the center of the floor, or working the shit out of the stripper pole that Stinger had insisted on putting up. He had to admit that pole had been a good idea. Jagger moved over to the bar, and although he was still drunk and didn’t need anything else to help with that, he took the beer the prospect handed to him. Taking a long swig of it, he watched as Tina, an eighteen-year-old with big ass tits and a cinched in waist ground herself all over that gleaming metal. Although she was way too young for his tastes, she had a rockin’ body and knew how to put on a show. Diesel and Jagger’s Sergeant at Arms, Brick, were seated on the leather couch, beers in their hands and a girl on the other side of them. The females and the boys watched Tina shake her ass until the flesh jiggled like a bowl of warmed Jell-O. He moved over to them and propped himself on the edge of the couch. For several minutes no one said anything, but the breasts and ass being shaken right in front of them didn’t need any commentary. The song changed to something with more bass, and Tina kept right on moving with it.
Jagger stared at the ass that was currently bouncing up and down on his cock. DeDe rode his dick like she was in the rodeo and trying to go the full eight seconds. She was a club whore, one of the willing human females that gave up her pussy for the Grizzly motorcycle club.
“God, you bears can sure stretch a pussy.”
Jagger didn’t respond, just looked down at where her cunt sucked at his dick. Being the president of the Grizzly MC in Colorado, he had pussy lined up like it was going out of style. But all of the Grizzly members got more snatch than they could handle, and it was those few hours where a member could fuck the shit out of a female and ease their animal energy. Jagger flipped her over so she was on her belly and her ass was in the air. He gripped the root of his dick, held the Magnum firmly in place, and lined his cockhead at the opening of her sloppy pussy. He plunged inside of her, over and over again, until his balls drew up and he came hard. He didn’t know if DeDe got off, but it didn’t much matter since he had heard her screaming while Diesel, his Vice President, had fucked her just a few hours back. Yeah, he didn’t say they weren’t bastards, but no one was about to pass up free, willing pussy, that was for damn sure.
When he was finished he pulled out of her, fell onto his back, and let his heart calm before moving. His grizzly hadn’t even twitched, but then again it never did when he fucked these random chicks, club whores or not. He had heard stories of members’ animals rising up, threatening to shift while they were balls deep in a female, but Jagger had never experienced it, and was thankful for small favors. He didn’t need any more complications. These get-togethers were strictly about getting off.
The room he stayed in when not crashing at his place was at the clubhouse. All of the members had their own rooms, but they were mainly used for when shit was going on with Old Ladies, they were drunk and needed a place to pass out, or they needed a good hard fuck. DeDe’s breath came out in even intervals, and Jagger knew she had passed out. He sat up on the edge of the bed and ran a hand over his short hair. Not bothering to get dressed, he headed into the bathroom connected to the room. Once the harsh as fuck light was on Jagger braced his hands on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. He was drunk, and looked pretty fucked up in the mirror. His dark hair was a mess atop his head, and he had a five o’clock shadow lining his cheeks and jaw. The cut above his right eye and the bruise he had gotten while fighting with a human male during a bar brawl were already healing. Contrary to popular belief shifters couldn’t magically heal themselves, and even when they shifted, they still had the wounds. It was a fucked up trade-off, but Jagger would much rather have his strength and power than some pussy-ass ability to heal wounds. Besides, these were his war badges, and let any motherfucker walking by know that he held his own.
What he needed was a shower to wash the pussy stink and booze off of his skin. He rolled the used condom off and chucked it in the trashcan. After he turned the shower on he leaned a hand against the wall, lowered his head, and closed his eyes. Damn, he was drunk as hell, even felt a bit nauseous, but then again they had just patched in Dallas, a Nomad looking to set roots. The celebration had been pretty wild, but Jagger could still hear the pounding bass of the party going strong. When steam billowed out around him he stepped into the shower and scrubbed the sweat, smell of gash, and the day’s grime from his body. When he was as clean as he was going to get, he stepped out, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off. He wasn’t about to go lie down with DeDe, no matter how exhausted he was. She may be a club whore, but she was also getting a little too attached to him, thinking she was going to be his old lady or some shit. He wasn’t all about getting down with that. Not now, and not fucking ever. Jagger should have cut that shit off, pulled ties with her and passed her off to the other boys permanently. At least that would have been the smart thing to do, but what could Jagger say? He was a horny bastard, liked to get his dick wet, and DeDe had been around, in more ways than one, to know exactly how he liked his shit worked.
After he was dried off he stepped back in the room and stared at her. Her tits were thrust out and her legs spread wide. Grabbing a clean pair of jeans, he put them on without bothering with underwear. He snatched up a dark tee-shirt and his cut and put them both on. And then he left his room and headed—leaving DeDe to claim his bed for the night while he went back to the party. The cigarette and cigar smoke wafted from the archway that led into the main club room where all of the Grizzly MC members, prospects, and club pussy hung out. The long wooden bar that the prospects had just refinished looked pretty damn good. Two young Grizzlies stood behind the counter pouring shots and handing out beers to the members. The club whores were either perched atop a Grizzly member, dancing naked to the music in the center of the floor, or working the shit out of the stripper pole that Stinger had insisted on putting up. He had to admit that pole had been a good idea. Jagger moved over to the bar, and although he was still drunk and didn’t need anything else to help with that, he took the beer the prospect handed to him. Taking a long swig of it, he watched as Tina, an eighteen-year-old with big ass tits and a cinched in waist ground herself all over that gleaming metal. Although she was way too young for his tastes, she had a rockin’ body and knew how to put on a show. Diesel and Jagger’s Sergeant at Arms, Brick, were seated on the leather couch, beers in their hands and a girl on the other side of them. The females and the boys watched Tina shake her ass until the flesh jiggled like a bowl of warmed Jell-O. He moved over to them and propped himself on the edge of the couch. For several minutes no one said anything, but the breasts and ass being shaken right in front of them didn’t need any commentary. The song changed to something with more bass, and Tina kept right on moving with it.