“I’m not used to not wearing any,” she said.
“Well you better start getting used to not wearing any. I’m going to rip the shit out of them, and then you’ll have no choice but to go bare.” His palm settled on her pussy. “When are you going to get this baby waxed?” he asked.
“Tate has booked us both an appointment for tomorrow morning. She knows a place in town that’s good.” She hated the conversation she’d had with Tate over getting her waxed. It was completely embarrassing and humiliating, but she’d done what he asked, and tomorrow she was getting her pubic hair removed.
“Good, I’ll have Prospect Steven accompany both of you,” Lash said, going down to his knees in front of her.
She shook her head. “No, no way am I getting waxed with one of your men watching.”
“Steven wouldn’t be watching. He’d be sat outside in the waiting room like a good little Prospect.”
Angel stared at Lash thinking about the jobs poor Steven had been handed because of her. “Why does he do it? Why does he put up with all the crap you and the crew give him?”
“He does it to earn his spot within the club. We all earn our place by doing all the shitty jobs. I’m not asking Steven to do something I haven’t done before.” He opened her thighs.
“Why? What’s so important about the club? What makes The Skulls so special that men like Steven would put up with the shit you and others throw at him?” She placed a hand over his to stop him from advancing up her thigh.
“We’re a family. We’re not your run-of-the-mill-family, and we’ll never be the type of guys who has the white picket fence and the lovely kids you see on the advertisement. We’re not judgemental about our group. Anyone can join, and we don’t take crap from outsiders. We’re a family, Angel. We come from a lot of different families, but in the end it’s only us stood side by side through thick and thin. That’s why Steven will work his ass off, so he can earn his spot in this club. It’s hard work, but it’s worth every second of it.” His hand pushed hers away. “Now are you going to let me eat this pussy or not?”
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Tate was so going to get her ass kicked. Lash was going to make sure she got more than a stern talking to by Tiny. The only thing stopping him from phoning Tiny right now was the fact Angel was naked and in front of him. The scent of her pussy was driving him insane. He’d been waiting all day for another chance to taste her. Once was never enough and would never be enough for him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you,” she said, biting her lip.
“You didn’t insult me, baby. No one gets the club. I accept that, and I don’t give a shit. Steven’s a great guy and is showing real potential. The others, not so much.”
“Who gets to decide who stays and who goes?” she asked.
“We vote. Now, I want to eat your pussy before I sit through dinner. Shut the fuck up so I can enjoy it.”
Angel stared down at him, but Lash was determined to eat her sweet little pussy. He couldn’t wait for her pubic hair to be removed so he could relish every part of her, but until then he was making do.
Opening the lips of her sex, he spotted her swollen pink slit. Licking his lips, Lash stuck out his tongue and started to caress the sweet nub. He loved going down on Angel. What he loved the most was the fact she wasn’t tainted by any other man. He knew it was wrong to think like that about his woman seeing as he’d been with so many women. Lash couldn’t deny the satisfaction of being the only one.
Her moans started to fill the air, and her knuckles were white where they gripped the edge of the counter. He wanted to fuck her so badly, but at the same time he was holding back, waiting for the right moment.
She deserved her first time to be perfect.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” She cried out, her hands sinking into his hair as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Each time he took her the sweet little Angel he’d come to know let go some more. He couldn’t imagine the straitlaced girl in the bar sinking her fingers into his hair.
Little by little she was blossoming into a beautiful, seductive woman. Lash wanted her to let go. He needed for her to let go of all of her inhibitions in order for her to become his old lady. That was never going to happen if she remained the same. Angel would need to be strong in order to stay by his side. Lash would spend every waking hour of the day to guarantee that.
“Oh God,” she said again.
Feeling how close she was to exploding, Lash centred his attention on her clit, flicking the nub with his tongue. In a matter of moments Angel splintered apart in his arms. He slurped up her cum and brought her down gently from her orgasm.