He's relentless. He's rough. He's ruthless, and I fucking love it. I crave it. He stops to watch as his dick glides in and out of me, looking like he could lose his shit just by that one act at any moment. He finally looks up at me again while he goes slow for a few seconds, and then slams in again, harder and deeper than before. He pulls my top and bra down, filling his hand and squeezing my tit, then reaching down to suck and bite on it. I move closer, shoving more into his mouth, feeling my pussy starting to contract from how turned on I am just watching him suck my tit like a starving man. He feels what's happening and starts to pump harder, faster, making me come with a loud scream. He continues to fuck me while someone starts banging on the door, but he keeps going ‘til I hear that familiar sound of him coming, and I start meeting his thrusts, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. The banging on the door continues but I can't hear what they are saying. I'm too busy coming down from my orgasm to give a shit, but once Rampage comes to, he slowly, pulls out of me, then pushes back in, not wanting to stop, and I don't want him to.
///
"Keep your ass in the room. I'll be back," Rampage grumbles as he finally pulls out, tucking himself back into his jeans. He's not happy at all about leaving. Tags is still knocking, hollering through the door about Church. I was thrown off by the word Church ‘til I remembered what that was here. Rampage yells a few choice words and the knocking stops. Whatever is going on, it must be serious enough to pull Rampage away from fucking me. We weren't being quiet about it, that's for sure.
"Mean it. Don't leave. We're not even close to being done," he warns me again. Sure, fine. I'll be lucky to get to the bed at this point. Giving me one last look, he slams the door behind him.
Does he ever do anything gently? Everything about him is hard and intense, just like he fucks. He lives for himself and his club. He lives for whatever it is that makes him happy.
I'm lying in Rampage's bed, contemplating his wild and free lifestyle when Lil and Cali come stumbling into the room, giggling and chatting. Cali stops inside the room, looks me up and down, and gives me a sexy smile. Inhaling deeply she says, "Smells like sex."
"You're a freak, but you're right," I tell her truthfully.
She shrugs and nods slowly, "This I know."
Lil throws an elbow into her side and grumbles, "You're really a fuckin' fruit loop, you know that?" Ignoring us, she reaches into the cleavage of her Tank top and pulls something out. Wiggling something white between her fingers, she gives me a shy smile and bites her lip, "Wanna get high?"
12
Blunts
Rampage
I can't believe I was pulled into Church, away from a wet and naked Lala for this shit. Jesus Christ! I could have stayed buried deep in that tight pussy all night. I should've stayed. Don't get me wrong, this shit is important, but it could have waited until the morning, that's for fucking sure.
"Burned him out back," Gin says mindlessly, carving into the wooden armrest of his chair when I sit across from him. Leo grins like an asshole. First church since I repainted the parking lot red. Figured it was coming.
"Ya just blew a hole in his head," Stitch snickers.
Reaching over the table, Tiny smacks my shoulder, "Atta boy."
"Should have let me have a little fun with him first," King adds.
"Wasn't planned. Just kinda thought, ‘fuck it', ya know?" I tell him. It's not like I thought it through, I just kinda went with it. This is the first time we've talked about it, so I guess it was time to talk about it. These motherfuckers don't let shit sit.
"Well his head exploded. Might be some little pieces of brain on the roof," Stitch laughs.
"Made my fuckin' night," Gin laughs.
"Oh yeah. It was fan-fucking-tastic," Tank mocks. "Know who that asshole was you blew a hole through?"
Sure the fuck didn't, and I sure the fuck don't care now. He was a point that needed to be made. I think I got my point across quite precisely.
"Does it fuckin' matter?"
"Jesus Christ. You ever think about shit before ya do it?"
That's a loaded question. I think about fucking Lala before I do it. I think about it all the fucking time. Do I think about killing someone to keep her safe? Think about blowing holes in people who fuck with what's mine. Fuck no. I do what needs to be done when it needs to be done.
"Nope."
"Well let me educate ya, yeah? He was a member of none other than … wait for it … The Demons."
Oh fuck. My point was made then. Nice. Again two birds, one stone sorta shit.
"Yeah. Saw that shit click in there, ya dumb fuck," Tank grumbles and shakes his head. I still don't give a fuck though. Would do it again in a heartbeat.
"Still not findin' that ‘give a fuck,' brother."
"What the fuck? He came onto our property with that weasel. He wasn't flyin' his fuckin' colors," Sargent points out. Yeah, good fuckin' point.
"That was the fuckin' idea, asshole. You think that motherfucker was gettin' on our property wearin' his cut? He knew what he was doin'. I'm sure the Demons thought we would kill pipsqueak, starting a war that way since he was under guard. I bet they weren't expectin' it to be one of them. Either way, a Demon is dead, and that's gonna be a problem."
Well shit. Guess I didn't see this coming, but oh well. Ain't shit I can do about it now. He's ashes in the fire pit out back. We could probably get a prospect out there to dig his shit out and send it back to his own shithole.
///
"Heads up. We got a war comin' our way boys."
Grins are passed around the table. My brothers and I live for this shit.
****
Leaning against my bedroom doorframe, I watch the three women in my bed giggle and pass around a fucking joint. It's a goddamn joke around this fucking club. Bitches cuddled up in my bed, getting' high. They're like goddamn hippies. I was gone thirty minutes.
"Rampage!" Lala squeals with her hair and tits bouncing all over the place.
"Whatcha' doin', Lala?"
"Want a hit?" She giggles and waves around the joint. I shake my head no. What I want is for Cali and Lil to get the fuck out of my bed so I can crawl up in there with Lala.
Sticking it back between those juicy ass lips, she inhales deeply, closing her eyes while she sucks that shit in. Clearly she's done this shit before. Sitting up on her knees, she leans into Cali, blowing it into Cali's mouth. My dick really liked that shit. I'm ready to fuck her again. If the bitch brigade would clear the fuck out of my room, I could. Not that I'm opposed to fucking with an audience.
"Fuckin' Christ," Tags groans from behind me. Turning my head, I see him standing a few feet away, watching the girls, looking like he's enjoying this shit too.
"Thanks for the jerk off material, ladies," he says and nods as he wanders off.
"You're welcome," Lala sings back. Christ.
"Night, lovers," Lil calls as she finally hauls her ass the fuck out of my room. Lala's standing in the middle of the bed looking high as fuck, her and Cali jumping up and down like it's a goddamn slumber party. What the fuck is happening in this club? Before Lil came home, this place was for us motherfuckers. Bro's and ho's all the goddamn time. Business was handled here. Deals were made here. We drank and partied here. Fucked the whores here.
Now it's like summer camp for women. We got bitches jumping on beds, braiding hair, playing dress up, decorating shit, drinking tea. I'm fucking suffocating in pussy, not that it's a terrible way to die, but Jesus fucking Christ, it's not all my pussy.
"Stitch! Come get your bitch." Had about enough of their crazy asses.
After Cali is drug out by Stitch, I climb into bed with my back leaning against the wall. Lala straddles my lap the second my ass hits the mattress. She lost her shirt five minutes ago, which I'm not gonna argue. That tight pussy only covered in some tiny black panties presses into my dick. A small rolled joint hangs from her lips and her tits are in my goddamn face. She's so fuckin' hot. Bitches shouldn't be this fucking beautiful. Shit ain't fair to mankind.
"Does it bother you that I got high?"
"Fuck no. Who the fuck you think you're talkin' to?" I could give a fuck if she wants to get high. A slow smile creeps over those lips when she gets mouthy.
"Right. You're a fuckin' badass. I forgot."
"Damn fucking right. Don't ever forget that shit." She takes a hit and offers it to me, "You want me to get high with ya, baby?" Nodding enthusiastically, she smiles a devious smile. A smile that makes my dick twitch. Trying to take it from her hand, she smacks my hand away, hard.