Shit! Fuck!What expectations? Erase them, bury that crap, and stick to your plan.
He pulls away breathing heavier, pushing his groin into me a few times. Scratch’s so wound up; he starts kissing over my throat again as he pants, “Let me get you off first in case I don’t last. You’re one fine piece of ass, sugar; you ever been with a biker before?”
“No, and I don’t want to talk about it either.” God, no talking or his breath may kill me. Hot beer scent isn’t something that excites my pussy. “I think the cut is hot, though.” I throw in for extra measure like he’s going to be some prize for me, hopefully building up his ego. “Please, I want you so badly, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe I saw you here; it must have been meant to be.”
It all sounds so rehearsed and fake.Because it is.
If I don’t work on this better and end up getting an experienced club guy, he’ll be able to see right through me. My entire plan could be blown to shit, everything going downhill if that happens. Or else next time I need to make sure I’ve had a few shots or something, and then I’d be able to blur it all and relax.
“Well I wouldn’t go that far, but us havin’ fun was meant to be, for sure,” he mumbles on his way to my chest.
I get tired of him slobbering on me so I push him off, his eyes meeting mine, confused. The first dirty thought stumbles out to get him back on track. “I can think of better places for that tongue.”
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”
“Okay, over here.”
“Perfect,” Scratch says and catches my arms, pulling me to him. He guides me, walking backward as we’re pressed up against each other. His body is warming me with each step until the pits of my knees hit the mattress. The bed’s made up with a hunter green duvet and appears to still be clean. Thankfully, I don’t think anyone’s found their way in here yet. Regardless, I’m not touching the sheets, so I’ll just lie on top.
He pushes my shorts down my legs, his hand shooting between my thighs excitedly. I use the alcohol and my determination to get my body turned on, wetting his overzealous hand.
I feel like a fucking whore right now. Tons of women would be stoked to be here with him; he’s decent, just not for me. Time to fucking suck it up and do this to hurt my father. I’ll wound him any way possible to pay him back for the heartache and distress he’s caused our family, even if I have to play the bad guy for a little while. I want him to feel such disappointment and embarrassment, just as I have my entire life growing up. I want his fucking heart to hurt. Empty inside from the father that was never there.
“I thought I was getting your mouth?” I don’t want to fuck him, so if I can get away with oral that would surely count toward my goal. No doubt he’ll be back at the clubhouse bragging about how he had some blonde chick on her knees the night prior.
“You can have whatever you want with that tight little puss you got down there. I can’t wait to taste you, sugar” he mumbles and squats.
His fingers leave my wetness and tangle in the strings of my underwear as he carelessly pulls on them, yanking the elastic toward him. I don’t know if he thought he could rip them or what, but it doesn’t work so he shoves them down to my ankles. He leaves them resting at my feet and pushes his face between my legs.
Scratch’s nose bumps my clit instantly, causing my center to clench up in a jolt of pleasure. No way am I going to be able to do this standing up; it’ll feel way too good if he has any clue whatsoever as to what he’s doing. He seems rushed, but he zeroed in on my sensitive spot with the first shot, so this could end up not being so bad.
Sitting, I scoot back toward the pillows, making sure to leave enough room for him to climb on the bed also. As he follows my body to the mattress, he pushes my legs wide open. His soft hands run along my thighs, parting them as far as possible, giving him a full view of my pink center.
Scratch leans in, giving my pussy long powerful strokes with his tongue. Each enticing lick’s being accompanied by skilled fingers relentlessly plunging in and out of my tight entrance. It seems like no time passes as my head’s thrown back, moaning out my pleasure, riding the wave as it starts to hit me and make the entire world disappear.
Holy shit! Maybe I should fuck him after all.
I’m beyond surprised with his persistence as my hips thrust into his face, twisting and jerking as I work my way up to my release. My fingers rake through his short hair as I pull his mouth into me as much as I can to ride his tongue through my orgasm.
Once I’m depleted, I’m left panting and wide-eyed. Not often can a man eat pussy like that, and fuck if he isn’t one of the best I’ve had in a long time. Maybe this mission of mine won’t be such a bad thing after all. God, if the Prospect’s that good, I can only imagine how Viking would be. I’d probably fucking die.
“Fuck, you got a greedy pussy.”
I can’t think of a reply; he’s completely right. I let loose a low giggle, and he shoots me a goofy smile.
“What’s your name, sugar?”
So now he’s curious? Typical man, waiting until the panties are off for formalities. “Princess.”
He thinks about it a minute, before repeating me. “Princess? That’s your actual name? Kinda fits after I’ve tasted ya.”
“Yep, my daddy said he knew that he’d be Prez one day, so they went ahead and named me Princess.”
His eyes widen, and he swallows down a cough that’s suddenly bubbled up. His face becomes sour as he thinks hard, his forehead wrinkling with tension.
Continuing on, it all comes out almost like a taunt. “You know, of the Oath Keepers? You’re wearing the cut, so surely you’d know that you had your fingers and tongue all up inside his daughter.” I feel like such a bitch giving him a snotty answer, but fuck it; I have to be one to drive my point in.
“Fuck…I’m dead! They’ll fucking kill me for this!”