The Rage: Hell's Disciples MC 3(23)

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.                       
       
           


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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?



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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.

The place is in need of repair, just like the old busted up broad  sitting out front. Paint's chipping off everywhere, the front door is  cracked down the middle with a screen door hanging on by a hinge. Even  the old, dusty glass windows are cracked and broken. The large sign on  the roof reads bacco. My guess? It used to say Tobacco.

"Stay out here," Rampage grunts, leaving Cali and I at an old worn table  in the corner of the store, or whatever it is. I turn to watch as he  and the guys disappear though a back hall. I've been looking around, but  neither Cali nor I can figure out what the hell this place used to be.  There's no front counter or glass cases for Tobacco products. No bar …  no  shelves.                       
       
           


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"Bomb shelter?" Cali suggests.

"You honestly think this thing would survive a bomb?" I ask waving my  hand around. Laughing, she says, "Maybe. Mrs. Saggy Titties out there  looks like she lived through

one."

A ringing cell phone pulls Cali out the front door, grumbling about shit  cell service. Great. I'm alone in this dusty dirty bacco store. I have  nothing to do but take another look around the place again, and that's  when the front door swings open. Three men walk in and I see Cali being  drug behind one of the guys. My heart leaps into my throat. Shit.

Cali doesn't look hurt or terrified, but she looks pissed, "Let go of my  arm, ya nasty shit stain," she screeches, trying to pull away. Letting  go of her, he smirks and looks between the two of us with a very  satisfied look on his face.