I find Cherry bent over, ass up in the air at the corner of my bed, tucking the sheet neatly underneath. She’s been busy since I left a few hours ago and being here to witness her taking care of my shit is a huge fucking turn on. I swear if I ever walk in and catch her dusting shit while naked, I’ll most likely come in my goddamn pants. I’ll never let her in on that little fantasy, but fuck me, it’s true.
She’s got headphones in her ears, her perfect round ass swaying back and forth to the beat as I step into the room so she doesn’t even realize that I’m in here. The things I enjoy doing to that pert, juicy ass is enough to make even a stripper blush. Tossing my leather riding gloves onto the dresser, I step right up behind her and reach out, fisting her silky hair. My grip wrenches her head back, her eyes opening wide with surprise when they land on me. Pulling her backward, I yank the ear phones free and lead her out of my room and into the kitchen, hand still tightly clutching her long ass hair.
“I wasn’t expecting you just yet,” she admits breathily, taking rushed steps to keep pace. If she slows down, I’ll run into her and quite possibly take her pussy right here in the hallway.
“Oh yeah? Well, seeing that sweet ass of yours bent over my bed when I walked into the room was one hell of a treat. Had me thinking I should just tie you up right there. Maybe I still will.” I shrug, thinking of her flawless skin wrapped in rope. “Now, tell me sweet, sweet Cherry, did you do what I asked?”
“Yes,” she replies, a bit more flustered than before, growing more and more turned on with my words.
“Mmm, I love it when a bitch listens to my orders,” I murmur. “So damn sexy, knowing you always wish to please me.”
“Yes, always, Odin.”
We stop in front of the fridge and I lean in to whisper and order next to her ear, my breath floating over her pale lobe, “Open it.”
She does and sure enough there’s the big chocolaty deliciousness that’s become my favorite dessert over the years. “Now be a good girl and take the cake out, I want to set it on the counter.”
Moving my body with hers, my grip never falters, relishing in her giving over this much control. Her head has to be getting sore, but she says nothing, never complaining about the shit I put her body through for my own pleasure. That’s just Cherry though, never bitching about anything. She’s strong and uninhibited. She loves to please me, and fuck it’s satisfying. She sets the cake on the counter as I’d told her to and lifts the lid off. Next, she pulls the drawer out in front of her, taking the serving knife and a fork out. Then she proceeds to grab a paper plate from the counter and serves me up an enormous sized, moist slice of fluffy cake. I swear this is the shit that brings men to their knees, desserts so rich that they make your mouth salivate in expectation.
Once she’s all finished and stands still, quiet and at my service, I release her soft tresses. My hands fall to her hips, lifting her easily until she’s lying across the counter. Her eye’s meet mine, unsure of what I’ll command of her next. “Odin?”
“You’ve been so good to me, beautiful,” I rumble, yanking down her pants. Tossing the fabric behind me, I gaze at her warm, wet pussy. “You deserve a reward now, a delicious, sweet reward.” I don’t eat pussy much. I’m too used to being spoiled by the many women I’ve fucked in the past that it’s not something I’ve had to concentrate toward. With Cherry though, I’ve fucked her off and on for so many years, more so in the last year that when she does something like this, she’s damn sure earned having my tongue lap at her soaked, pink folds.
“Oh God,” she mewls as I turn her thighs toward me and place the backs of her knees over my shoulders. She knows what’s about to happen and Cherry comes so fucking hard when I go at her pussy like a man starved. She loves it.
“I’m hungry, so fucking hungry, beautiful,” I murmur, eyes planted on her glistening opening, licking my lips as my fingers reach for the slice of cake. Grabbing a handful of the thick, gooey chocolate treat, I plant my palm over her hole, rubbing the cake up and down, coating the fluffy texture all over her pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes!” she chants, ending with a loud moan as my mouth contacts her core. I suck, nibble and bite at her clit as I eat and lick the cake off her. The frosting’s dense enough that I must lap and suck her lips again and again to get them clean. There’s no way she was prepared for the assault my tongue unleashed on her sensitive flesh.
“Mmm, my favorite flavor of pussy; it’s so damn sweet.” My voice leaves me with a growl, making her moan and grip the back of my head even more. The woman is already close, I know it.
Cherry shoves my face into her cunt harder and I move to eat the remaining cake from her opening. Her juices along with the dense cake coat my tongue as I lick her savagely. She explodes and comes hard all over my mouth. Like the greedy bastard that I am, I keep eating her out until she comes on my tongue a second time, begging and pleading for me to stop, but then whimpering because it felt so good at the same time.
I may stop having my way with my mouth, but my cock’s not finished. I’ve barely just begun, which she soon finds out as I pull her hips to the edge of the counter ready to fuck. Freeing my steel-like cock, I line myself up at her entrance. One hand goes to her neck, gripping her in front of me, the other locks onto her hip as I sheath myself into her fully on one powerful, long thrust. My cock sinks into her wetness with a familiarity that has my toes in my boots curling with rapture. “Sofuckinggood!” With a pleased groan, I lay my forehead against Cherry’s as I watch every single expression she shares. Watching her gain pleasure is the biggest thrill that gets me off. I don’t know what it is about watching her in pleasure that makes me give in, but every time it’s like a switch in my nuts that gets flipped and I spill my cum.
Her irises are glazed over with pleasure from the tongue lashing and orgasms I just handed out, her cheeks and chest rosy as she pants, out of breath. Jerking my hips, she takes each hard thrust I offer, looking so damn stunning in my grip. Leaning forward, she plants her lips to mine, her tongue seeking entry. I give in, even though she’s breaking the rules right now. We don’t kiss. Ever. It was made clear from the very beginning. Yet she chooses now when I’m lost in her pussy to kiss me for the first time.
Mercy was the only other woman I’ve ever kissed since I lost my virginity to a nameless, faceless whore and I got slapped for kissing her. I only kissed Mercy May because she was my actual girlfriend, official title and all.
For some reason I don’t move to stop Cherry, because her lips glued to mine, tongue tangled with my own is like a fiery all-consuming blaze igniting in my veins. Her tongue entwining with mine has the cum rushing to the tip of my cock, ready to burst free. I try so damn hard to hold off, pounding into her pussy with punishing force, bruising her thighs with my roughness. However, after a few intense moments, I can no longer hold myself back from giving in.
The orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in the past. My cum doesn’t shoot out, it fucking erupts like an exploding volcano, pumping load after thick, hot load into her soaked core. My desire-filled roar breaks our lip lock away from each other as my cock drenches her pussy walls with my seed. I’ve never come so goddamn hard in my fucking life and it leaves me muddled, my head foggy with dizzying emotions. I’m sated and feel like I should be the one worshipping Cherry from now on, not the opposite, but that can’t be right.
She’s just a club whore...yet, she fucking kissed me and I came.
Sitting here with my ass planted on the counter, I don’t move as the cum, from the man of my dreams, drips from my still pulsing core. He literally just rocked my freaking world and stole what little piece of my heart that I hadn’t yet relinquished over to him. I know better, too, but I’m obviously a fool. You don’tkissthe brothers and you damn sure don’t fall in love with any of them. Not only that, but Odin is the VP for crying out loud and I’m fifteen years older than him!
My lips remain glued shut as I witness his mask slide firmly into place. I can’t help but wonder if he’ll kick me out now for kissing him. It wasn’t like I’d planned on doing it though; I was lost to him and buried in the moment. He utterly consumes me when he gets like this and today was much more intense than the usual between the two of us. I don’t know what’s changed with him, or when it did, but today wasn’t like any of the times we’ve been together before. It didn’t feel like I was fucking him for his pleasure, his satisfaction...it felt like he was fucking me for mine.
Odin tugs his pants back up over his hips, zipping but not buttoning them and I can’t help but wait on bated breath as he hides that amazing V and huge cock. Not daring to move a muscle, I watch for his reaction. I know it’s coming, just not the type of reaction I should be expecting. His beautiful cerulean irises glance over me from top to bottom once more before he finally swallows, catching his breath and mutters a concerned, “You good?”
I nod, fearful to actually speak aloud and hear him tell me to get the hell out of his sight. For me to have to leave the club that’s become my home over the years and to forget the loyalty that I’ve so freely offered to its members. For him to stomp on my heart that I’ve unknowingly given him, my sacrifice made in silence and secret to the man before me.
The towering male exhales deeply, clenching his eyes and fists closed for a brief but noticeable moment before finally rasping, “Then you should get yourself cleaned up.” With the suggestion issued, Odin turns on his heel. He leaves me in the kitchen surrounded by silence and bits of chocolate cake strewn about everywhere.
A choked, surprised laugh escapes as I hop down from the counter. Grabbing my pants, I pull them back on, up and over my sticky thighs. That reaction coming from Odin was the absolute last thing I’d expected him to do. He actually seemed a bit shell-shocked if anything over what just happened. And for him to just up and leave the room, without even mentioning anything about it? So unlike the man I’ve come to know over the years. Odin’s never been one to hold back about anything, he quickly lets you know what he does and doesn’t like without reservation, so what the fuck does his silence mean?
All I know is that I’m going to clean up this mess and not breathe even a word about what happened. I don’t want to open my mouth and then have Odin decide to kick me out after all. I couldn’t imagine my life in the slightest without this club or the in it. Sure, I’ve slept with my fair share of them, but the members who have ol’ ladies, along with Chaos, have become close enough to what I’d imagine a real brother is like having. I don’t want to lose my family because I couldn’t control who my heart wanted. I don’t expect Odin to ever love me in return. I’d be fooling myself if I ever deluded my mind with such thoughts. If I have to try and pretend better around him that my heart doesn’t actually belong to him, then I’ll find a way. I have to.