The Rage(21)

She’s wearing those tore up jean shorts and a loose tank top. I can see the black lace bra underneath from the top and the sides of her goddamn shirt. Her long, sexy hair is down, just like I like it. Her eyes scan the bar, and once her eyes settle on me, she makes her way straight to me, and I like that shit.

“Fuck. Took you long enough.”

“Relax,” she whispers, “I was trying to get pretty for you.”

If she only fucking knew how goddamn beautiful she is, hair and makeup shit be damned. I order her a drink. While we wait, she scoots close, getting comfortable next to me. Now that she’s here, I can finally fucking relax.

“Oh my god! You spilled it down your shirt,” Lala giggles at Lil. The girls are getting shitfaced, and Lala is smiling from ear to ear. The more she drinks, the closer she gets, tangling her arm around mine.

“Let me lick it off,” Cali and Peaches squeal at the same time as Lil shoves her tits in their direction. These bitches are drunk and crazy, but whatever. They’re happy.

“Let’s dance,” Lala yells to the girls. Bad fucking idea, but off they go, right to the dance floor. I’m just not feeling like being a dick tonight, so I watch them go off to the dance floor. Lala starts to grind her ass into Cali, her body moving slow and sexy. Cali’s hands are wandering all over Lala’s body, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“How the fuck you get so goddamn lucky?” King asks me as his eyes roam Lala’s body. “What the fuck ya mean?”

“How the fuck you get a bitch like Lala? You’re mean as hell, don’t talk much, ‘n always look like you’re pissed off. Not to mention, you’re ugly as fuck. If I was a bitch, I’d be scared as fuck of you.”

“Shut up, asshole.” King laughs and throws back his shot.

“Just sayin’, man.”

“Seriously. You fuck that girl yet? Look at her out there. If she fucks anything like she dances, then goddamn! You’re in for some amazing fucking,” Kash adds.

For the next twenty fucking minutes, I have to listen to every asshole at our table talk about her body and the shit she could do with it. I get descriptions on how each and every one of them would fuck her if they were me. I know they are egging me on, fucking with me for fun, but they have no idea that I spend damn near every waking minute thinking about her body ever since I laid eyes on her. Christ, I’ve seen it. I’ve touched it. I want it. I want to do terrible and amazing shit to her body.

Fuck this shit. I’m done.

I walk out to the dance floor and grab her hand, dragging her along behind me. I’ve had enough of this shit. I’m done fucking around.

“What are you doing?” She asks, sounding a little scared. Maybe she should be scared, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck her until she begs me to stop.

“Shut up.”

Kicking the bathroom door open, I tell each and every bitch in here to get the fuck out. Once the last bitch has cleared out, Lala looks at me like I’ve lost my shit. That shit changes real quick when I back her ass against the wall.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Take your shirt off, Lala.” Her eyes widen, but she does what I tell her to do. She keeps eye contact with me while she slowly pulls that tank top up over her head. I watch as she drags it over her sexy as sin body. She’s still bruised, but I just can’t make myself give a fuck right now. Once I see that shirt gone, and her round tits inside that black lacey bra, my hands start to shake. This is what she does to me. I can’t control it.

“You want to fuck me in a dirty bathroom? In a bar?” She asks.

“Fuck yeah. I wanna fuck you anywhere and everywhere I can.”

She pushes on my chest, “back the fuck up, then.”

I step back and she does something I was not expecting. She undoes her shorts and wiggles them down those thighs, letting them drop to her feet. She’s standing there in front of me in nothing but that goddamn black lace bra and panties. Perfect.

She grabs my shirt roughly, pulling my body against hers. I fucking love it. Wrapping a hand up in that hair, I tug her head back hard, “You want it mean, Lala? Do you want it hard and rough?”

My girl smirks at me. I’m the luckiest fucking man on this earth. My baby wants it rough.





Lala



His rough hand covers my mouth, gripping my face tightly, “Shut up, baby. Not tryin’ to attract a fuckin’ audience,” Rampage growls into my ear. His beard scratches against my shoulder and neck as he bites down. “I don’t want anyone to hear the sounds you make when you get fucked. That shit’s for me, and me only,” he says as he gives my thigh a hard slap.

My body arches when he slams into me again with a hard, deep thrust. I would never have guessed that his dick was pierced, all the way down his shaft, and a larger piercing at the tip. Oh my God! I lose my fucking mind when he pulls out slowly, dragging those amazing metal bars along my inner walls, causing a feeling I could never describe. Pulling completely out of me, he slams back into me and my legs begin to shake, ready to give out from this overwhelming feeling. I’ve never experienced this before, and I’m not above begging for more so I grind my ass onto him, showing him how I want it. I just don’t care. I’d let him fuck me on this dirty ass floor right now. His piercings, the intensity of his movements, and his size… oh God, his size, make it just so fucking good.

Each stroke makes my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head. His big hands grip my hips, painfully digging his fingers into my skin while lifting my ass higher for a better angle to go deeper.

“Fuck! That’s what I want. Grind that ass back against me baby.” Taking his hand from my hip, he smacks my ass hard, and I want more. I do as he says, and I grind into him as a loud moan leaves my lips. “That’s it, baby …. Fuck yeah. Just like that.”

Slamming in from behind a few more times, he pulls out of me again, but he spins me around, slamming my back against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom. Lifting me up, my legs go around his hips and there is no warning. There’s no easy and no sweet. He rams back into me , fucking me so hard my head hits the wall behind me. My pussy aches, but I need more. He’s consuming me. My nails dig into his shoulders as I scream for him to give it to me harder.

Slamming a hand into the wall by my face he growls, “Shit.” Giving me one good hard stroke that I feel all the way into my stomach.

“Harder, please.” I demand. He slows completely and starts to pull out of me. I clinch around him, desperately trying to keep his dick inside of me. Once he’s out, I can feel the wetness running down my ass.

“What the fuck?” I yell at him.

Leaning his head down, he roughly sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, biting, licking and sucking, teasing me relentlessly. I feel no shame when I say, “Fuck me, Rampage… please.” Kissing the side of my tit, he bites down hard, then starts to kiss and suck on the spot.

“You can’t stop. I want you back inside of me. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Don’t tell me shit baby. I will fuck you how I want to,” he growls.

“Whatever the fuck you want. I’ll do whatever you want,” I agree shamelessly, and that gets me a sadistic smile.

“Goddamn right, baby. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with this,” He slaps my pussy, making his point. I beg because I want him like nothing I’ve ever wanted before.



On my stomach with my face pressed into the mattress, I’m in this blissful heaven after last night. There is no way I’m getting up. The bed smells like Rampage and here is where I’m staying. Rough hands glide down my thighs to my ankles, and I can’t help the smile that fights it way to my lips. With a hard tug, I’m sliding out from under the blankets and down the bed. Pulled to the end, I sit up, only to lay back down, completely naked in front of him as I give him a smile.

Staring down at me with hard, lust filled eyes, he licks his lips slowly and smirks at me. I instantly pull my thighs together to alleviate the feeling I get, just from the thought of him inside of me, and I’m instantly wet. Crouching down next to the bed, his face is inches from mine.

“What?”

“You fuckin’ know what, Lala.”

Oh I do. I could hear him hollering about getting out of bed, but I just didn’t care. My body is too deliciously sore to get out of bed. To damn sore and happy to do anything. “Go away,” I say as I roll back over on my stomach, giving him my backside.

I feel his lips against my neck, and then he begins kissing and licking his way down my spine, causing me to get goose bumps. He works his way down my body to the top of my ass, then his lips leave my skin. I feel relaxed, that is until his sharp teeth bite into my ass cheek.

“Shit,” I hiss. My skin burns from the pinch of teeth. With another growl, he stands up and gives my ass a hard slap.

“Said get the fuck up.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“No, not Christ. Just Rampage, baby.” Sticking my face back under the covers I roll my eyes at him. How far is he willing to go to get me out of this bed?





We all pull up to an old, run down store behind Cali and Stitch, while other members follow behind. This is our last stop before heading home. A woman in her late sixties sits on a bench out front to greet us, or maybe she’s going to shoot us. She looks way past plastered. Her old body has seen better days, I’m sure. Stretched and faded tattoos cover her leathered skin, and her hair is teased and gray to the point of frizz. Tits, in need of a lift, sit in an even older cut. She’s an old, old lady.