The brothers were right, he was a lucky bastard. James found the entrance of her pussy, and guided her down over his cock. She gasped, and he took advantage by sliding his tongue into her mouth. Returning his grip to her hips, he slammed her down onto his cock. They both cried out together, not once breaking the kiss.
“Lucky bastard.”
“That’s fucking hot.”
Pulling away from the kiss, he pushed some of the blonde strands out of her hair, and stared into her eyes. Her green depths were glinting at him. Cupping her cheek, James knew he didn’t want to lose her, and that was completely fucking insane.
She sank her fingers into the flesh of his shoulders, as she began to fuck him in front of his club. Cora was about to make him the envy of so many club members, and for that, he was thankful to her.
It had been a long time since he’d been the envy of his men. He gripped her hips and slammed up inside her. When the angle wasn’t enough, he picked her up, and dropped her on the table that had the cards and money on it. One of the boys pushed the coins out of the way so she didn’t hurt herself when she lay flat on the surface.
The boys held the table in place, and James fucked her, leaning down to suck on her rock hard nipples. He couldn’t wait to fuck her without a condom between them. Until then, he’d have to get used to the condom. It obscured all the feeling, and he wanted to feel what he’d done to her. Her creamy pussy was all his doing, not anyone else’s. He owned her pussy.
Cora belonged to him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and met each of his thrusts. He didn’t stop even as she came apart underneath him. With the boys holding the table into place, Cora moved her fingers over her pussy, and began to stroke over her clit.
Only when she came a second time did James allow himself to push over the edge, coming within the condom. When it was over, he picked her up and rested on his chair. Cora wrapped her arms around him, and James shuffled toward the table. His brothers were already picking up the cards and the money, which was thrown into the center of the table. He ran his hands up and down her body, occasionally sucking her nipples into his mouth. James played a hand of cards, and Cora kissed his neck, and held onto him.
After a time, she climbed off his lap, and James removed the condom, taking the tissues Cora had given him to clean up the mess. There was a trash bin beside the table, and he placed his dick back into his pants. Cora pulled her dress on but sat on his lap. She made no move to leave him.
The boys played cards, and Cora pointed out certain numbers, playing with him against his brothers. When he’d won the jackpot in the center of the table, he took Cora’s hand, and made his way toward his room. He took the main bedroom in the top part of the clubhouse, away from the bar and the diner.
“That was a good little show you put on tonight,” he said, closing the door.
She lifted her dress over her head, turning to his bed. “You know, this is the first time you’ve brought me here,” she said, sliding onto the bed. “Oh, wait, you didn’t bring me here. I had to come and get you all by my little old self.”
James chuckled, throwing his jacket onto a chair. He removed his jeans, and followed her onto the bed. Gripping her waist, he slid her underneath him, and nipped at her lips.
“What was tonight about?”
She started to trace over his ink on his chest. “I got talking to Teri and Kitty. You don’t need to keep things about the club away from me, James.”
“They shouldn’t have been talking club business.”
Cora smiled. “They weren’t. I asked them questions about you, not the club. They told me a few things, and it made me wonder. Is the good, old, powerful James, the president of the Dirty Fuckers MC, afraid that I’ll walk if something sounds a little too … dirty?”
Rolling onto his back, James stared up at the ceiling. “You’re the first woman to come into the club, and fuck me like that,” he said.
“Nah, you’ve got to have had plenty women do that.”
“No, not one. Sure, I’ve seen some of the brothers have it done, and thought it was damn hot. My face is fucked, and for a lot of women, my dick’s not enough for them.”
Cora moved her fingers up to trace over his scar. “I guess you weren’t looking for the right women.”
“Pixie brought you to the back room.”
She chuckled. “Pixie didn’t even have a look in.”
James wasn’t convinced.
“You don’t believe me?”
“He’s Pixie. All of the women eat out of the palm of his hand.”
“Okay, I was at the bar watching Stacey get it on with Leo and Paul. Pixie started talking to me, and I talked with him. He pretty much asked me if I could handle something a little darker. I was intrigued. I had no intention of fucking Pixie, nor will I ever fuck Pixie. He’s too much of a pretty boy.”
“A pretty boy?” James asked.