The next time I glance down, she’s eagerly watching me, her face tilted upwards with her mouth wide open and waiting.
“God, I love that look. I’m going to fuck you so good and hard, everyone will be able to tell I’ve been beating that pussy up.”
A loud growl escapes as cum bursts from my cock, the hot liquid spraying her flushed cheeks and mouth. Halfway through my climax, I spread my seed over her puffy lips and then shove my dick inside. The last of my offering is welcomed by her tongue, as she savors it in her mouth, waiting for me to give her permission to swallow.
“Damn, Cinderella, you make one hell of an Ol’ Lady.” Muttering, I pull her to her feet and shed my shirt to clean her face for her. “Swallow it.”
She nods, softly moaning to herself afterward.
Once she’s all taken care of, I walk her over to the bed, having her lie down. My hand shoots between her thighs ready for my turn to play. “Spread those sexy thighs for me, baby.”
“I thought you’d need a few minutes?” She gasps as I find her clit again.
“Fuck that, now open up so I can watch as I finger fuck that sugary cunt.”
With each pump of my fingers her core clenches, trying to pull them in further, her pussy creaming around my knuckles.
“I swear if I can eat you out every day of my life, I’ll die a happy man.”
“The stuff you say to me, it’s crazy. I’m not used to anyone talking to me like that, and it makes me want you constantly.”
Pulling my fingers free, I use the wetness to insert them in her ass while my tongue hungrily swipes up any leftover juice in her slit. Her honey hits my taste buds, and my cock instantly stiffens, ready for more.
“Ahhh!” she calls out, her body tightening up on me.
Keeping up my assault, I run my tongue from her pink folds, spreading her wetness down her taint, eventually pushing cream and saliva into her back entrance. She goes wild, her body squirming and as soon as it’s lubed enough, my digits go right back in, working her over as my lips slurp her slit and suck on her clit.
I don’t stop until she screams, coming all over my chin and lips. Like the greedy bastard that I am, I lick up every last drop my tongue can find then flip her onto her stomach.
“Oh my god!” she mumbles into the bedspread.
Grabbing her hips, I prop her ass in the air, rubbing my tip all over her cunt until she starts gyrating, attempting to get my dick to slip in farther. After a few moments of teasing her, I line myself up with her asshole. She stills just like I figured she would, sliding my hand around her hip and between her thighs, I find her core. Shoving three fingers in deep, I plant my cock in her ass at the same time.
“Please not like the first night,” she whispers, but even low, I can still hear the tears in her voice.
I loved the first night.
Stilling, I take it down a notch and start kissing up her back, pausing next to her ear to murmur, “I don’t think you realize how much control you really have, Cinderella. I loved the first night, but I love you so much more. Tell me what you want, baby; tonight is all yours.”
Saturday…
“All right, take aseat.”
Nancy, the bartender, was nice enough to let us borrow the bar for an hour before she has to come in and do her daily setup. Scot offered to take her to lunch on my dime, and she excitedly obliged. I had no clue that she’s the one who owns the place. I’ve gained a lot of respect for that lady since I’ve been here.
“Stacy, the chick that helps out at night here, dropped off some muffins and shit that she baked. Help yourselves, just remember it next time you leave her a tip.”
Everyone eagerly grabs three or four different muffins, munching away, content. I’m glad they have something to help smooth over what I’m about to discuss with them. “Odin, grab a few pitchers of water and some plastic cups.”
“Seriously?” He cocks his eyebrow at me like I’m fucking nuts.
“You want a real shot at being in the MC? You want to go to the barbecue later?”
“You’re really going to boss me around and shit now, huh?” He so much like me, it’s unreal. Princess told me last night that she’s going to go bald in a few years having two of us broody assholes around. I just laughed and asked if she’d bake us a cherry pie.
Breathing deeply, I attempt to tune in the patience that Princess has been helping me with the past few days. “We talked about this yesterday. I’m not fucking Jekyll, and things will be changing, for you, me, for all of us.” I glance around at the brothers surrounding our makeshift church table. We pushed a few small square tables together, and I’m at the head. Blaze and Torch are at my sides.
Eventually, Odin will take his spot beside me. He’s my brother, and once I’m able to teach him about true brotherhood like I’ve learned with the Nomads, he’ll become my Vice President. Right now, though, he’s not allowed at the table. My father treated him like a regular member, so he was pissed to hear he’d been essentially demoted. What he doesn’t understand is that he should have been treated like a kid and never even saw the table in the first place.