Withstanding Me(64)
“I love you, too,” she cries, unbuckling my jeans. Thank fuck!
Our clothes fly everywhere and we collide, gasping and pulling at one another, bare skin to bare skin. My heart’s pounding a hundred miles an hour as I toss her onto her dresser. I smack her thighs and dig my fingers into her skin as I drag her to the edge and ram into her.
“FUCK!”
Her head leans against the wall behind her, her tits bouncing as I thrust in and out of her. She looks so fucking gorgeous with my cock buried deep. “Tell me you love me,” she moans.
SHIT!
I groan as her walls suffocate my cock. “I love you.”
Her ankles dig into my ass, pulling me in deeper. I look in between us and watch as her pussy sucks my cock in and out. It’s the hottest fuckin thing I’ve ever seen. My cock covered in her juices. I pull out and drop to my knees.
“What are you—?”
Her voice muffles out as my tongue thrusts into her pussy. She tastes so fucking good. “Ride my face, baby,” I groan biting her clit.
“Oh god, don’t fucking stop. Don’t fuckin stop.”
Her hips start moving in a wave as I work her with my tongue. I bring two fingers up to my mouth and suck on them. I return my mouth to her aching pussy and round her puckering lips with my fingers, shoving them in.
“FUCK!”
I don’t stop; I know she likes ass play. I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her as she rides my face. She starts shaking beneath me. She’s about to come and I want to be inside her when she does. I back up, stand, and replace my mouth with my cock, continuing to fuck her ass with my fingers as her cunt sucks at my dick. I lean in and take her mouth with mine. She licks and sucks her juices off my face, and her pussy grabs ahold of me so fuckin tight I can’t hold it in any longer.
“COME!” I groan into her mouth, and she does, fuck does she. I bite her lower lip as I shoot inside of her. I remove my fingers and drop my head to her neck, kissing it softly as we both try to catch our breath.
After a few minutes of silence, she finally whispers, “You really love me?”
I lean up and look at her as I ram my limp dick inside of her playfully. “Yeah.” I say, and for the first time today, she smiles.
***
Chapter 33
Storm
That night…
We’re all at the old clubhouse finally letting the guys party. Drugs are scattered everywhere and the clubhouse is packed with whores. I’m sitting on Mason’s lap, watching Piper work the pole. She just keeps getting better and better. Braxxon and Winter sit down beside us, and I ask, “What now?” It’s true. No more Russians. There’s nothing left for her uncle but revenge. The money is already gone. It was gone the moment her mom came and signed the paperwork. He lost a lot of men trying to take us out. Braxxon expects maybe one day his anger will fuel him to return, and I imagine he’s probably right.
“No more rival MC, no more Russians,” Braxxon chuckles.
What?
“No more rival MC?”
“Nope, gone, notta, took out their clubhouse and their prez; they ain’t coming back.”
So no more Travis. Oh! “Mason… does that have anything to do with the trash bag day?”
He chuckles against my ear. “It has everything to do with trash bag day.”
Figures.
“Mason?” Braxxon asks.
“Trash bag day?” Winter giggles.
“Yep, don’t ask, Winter, and shut up, Braxxon,” I mumble.
Fuckers.
Mace and Tatiana come strolling up and flop into the couches in front of us.
“So Mace, still wanna be a prospect?” Braxxon asks him seriously.
“Am I still here?”
Woah!
“He’s definitely your fuckin son.” Braxxon just chuckles and I’m sensing this is what Mason used to act like if it doesn’t faze the Prez.
“Anyway Mace and I are headed out; just wanted to let the parentals know.” Tatiana teases.
“Where are you goin?” Mason questions.
“Brother, sister bonding shit.” Mace answers.
Not gonna fly there, young buck.
“Where?”
Tatiana sighs. “Just out.”
They get up and start to walk away.
“Stay away from the fuckin club!” Mason yells.
“Like I’d take my brother there. What the hell is wrong with you?” Tatiana calls back.
That means shit. That club is huge. They could split up, and I sense that Mason knows that because he nods to a prospect, and the prospect follows after them.
“You ready for that shit, Prez.” Mason growls.
“I am.”
Awe.
But really. “What now?”
“We rebuild, we start over, and we take care of our Breakneck family.”