hand you were dealt like it was
the hand you wanted.
- Millionaire Motivator
With a flick of my wrist, Cherry doesn’t hesitate to come to me. She’s always been good about doing what I’ve wanted without question in the past and with the shit that my brother Viking has stirred up, I could use a release badly. Cherry’s a hang around that’s stuck around the club through the ups and down and I admire her for her loyalty. It doesn’t hurt that she’s fucking gorgeous and has ten years on me either. I don’t know what it is about an older woman that gets me so goddamn fired up, but it’s sexy as hell when they know just what they desire and won’t think twice about letting you know.
She drops to her knees before me, and a pleased grin twists my lips up at having her in my favorite spot. “Take my cock out and suck it,” I order as she’s already eagerly reaching for my jeans.
“Whatever you say; just let me get my hands on you.” The beauty works my belt buckle free then yanks the loop over the jeans button. The zipper glides down and Cherry’s keenly pulling them lower on my thighs.
We’ve always had an undeniable chemistry sizzling between us since I was a teen and first came to the club. At sixteen I had her and another club whore in the bathroom, on their knees, sucking my cock. They made it into a game, seeing who could get me to make a sound or blow my load in their mouth first. I thoroughly enjoyed it and the many years to follow of Cherry attempting to outdo any new females showing up, thinking to push her to the side. She knows damn well she’s my favorite bitch around here and relishes in the fact, even though I’ve never mentioned it out loud.
“You gonna be able to take all my cum this time? You better swallow each drop, so I don’t have to punish you.”
A groan leaves my chest as she finally pulls my thick, hard length free from my boxer briefs. She immediately begins dutifully working my cock, fisting it tightly and licking the head. I swear to Christ, no one’s ever sucked my cock as well as she does. She’s always left a lasting impression, enough so to have me wanting her again and again.
“You know I’ll take everything you give me,” she promises as she swirls her tongue along my tip.
I do. Like I said, she’s good at doing what I want. Taking a step back, she stops moving, her irises moving to meet mine. “Stand up.” Taking her wrist, I wrap my fingers around and help her get to her feet. Cherry’s chest pushes out, her nipples stiff and enticing as she awaits to give me any pleasure I seek. Her lips are already pinked a touch from rubbing them against the tip of my dick. My thumb moves to lightly graze her lower lip as I murmur, “So fucking beautiful, and these pink lips only add to it.”
She swallows, suddenly seeming a little lost for words. I don’t talk to the club sluts like that often—handing out sweet comments and such. I may tell one she’s hot or her pussy’s tight around my cock, but I never stop them just to share that I find them beautiful. Cherry’s earned the compliment. Not only is it true, but she’s a good woman who deserves a better life than the one she’s been dealt. Her lashes flutter, and suddenly I’m not dealing with my cocky club whore, but a vulnerable woman standing before me.
Rather than allow it to get any more serious and become awkward, I reach for her shirt. Moving to peel it over her head, I mutter, “Let’s get this off. Those perky tits shouldn’t be hidden.” They’re so fucking perfect; she should always have them on display.
“Perky is the last thing I’d call them,” she comments, forgetting that we’ve discussed this in the past.
“I’ve already told you, woman; I’ve seen twenty-year-old bitches who have saggy titties. You have a pair of real, flawless tits. Don’t ever sell yourself short on that. Not on that ass of yours either. You have one hell of a tight body.”
“Curvy.” She smiles, and I nod. Hell yeah, curves everywhere and I like having somewhere to hold on to.
Tossing her shirt to the side, I catch the flush on her cheeks. With all the shit she’s done over the years with the brothers, and me included, it’s hard to believe the woman would still blush over such comments. It’s the truth though; we wouldn’t always be complimenting her on them if it were a lie. My palms move to cup the mounds and my head dips, pulling the silver dollar sized tan nipple into my mouth. I alternate between each one, back and forth, sucking deeply, making her cry out with pent-up need.
My right hand moves downward, skirting over her smooth, bare tummy and into her tight leather pants. She doesn’t bother with wearing any panties. Though we both know it’d be a pointless endeavor, as every one of us who saw them would want to rip them off her.
My hands discover her core wet and wanting, just how I like it. Driving two fingers into her deeply, she moans my name, the sounds a pleasurable zap to my cock’s ego. I’m not one for making much noise, but I fucking love it when chicks are loud. If they’re moaning and screaming, then I’m doing something right, and with Cherry, I know exactly what to do to have her going nuts.
I pump my hand; my fingers thrusting inside her pussy go deep, and then retreat. She returns the favor, moving to fist me again and continue to work me up. Her free hand cups my balls, lightly grazing them with her fake, sculpted nails, and I do the same to her breast. Through the entire exchange her eyes never leave me once. Whether they’re staring into my own, at my cock or at the spots where I’m touching her, she never looks away.
“Fuck, your pussy’s wet. You’re soaking my hand, you gonna come on my fingers, Cherry?”
She nods, whimpering, “Yes, I’m close. Please don’t stop.”
With an anxious growl, I add a third finger, pushing in deeper and demand her to give in. It does the trick; her small grip on my dick tightens to a vice as her orgasm hits her. My hand moves away from her breast, gripping onto her shoulder to keep her body upright as she rides my fingers into oblivion. Her sweet nectar coats my fingers as her pussy spasms with the aftershocks.
“Oh Odin, that felt so, so damn good,” Cherry confesses, as I pull my hand free from her warmth. Immediately she drops down to her knees again, drawing my length into her mouth. She takes me as far as she can, her head bobbing with renewed vigor. At this rate, I’ll be shooting my load off faster than usual, she has me all types of crazily turned on to fuck her.
Leaning my body back against the wall behind me, I start to ready myself for my release by bracing my body up. I know my release is going to be fast and hard with her wound up like this. One of my hands falls to her skull, my fingers twining into her silky tresses. I’m locked on the sight before me as she worships my cock, bringing me pleasure. Sometimes I wonder if women enjoy sucking my big dick more than I enjoy receiving the blow jobs. I have been told many times in the past that I have the largest cock they’ve ever seen, licked, sucked, or fucked, so there is that too.
My hips begin to jolt with movement, thrusting a bit as the sensations overwhelm me. My orgasm draws nearer with each dip of her mouth. The next deep throat of hers and I’m spilling, not even attempting to prolong the bliss. Hot cum shoots from my length with an intensity that makes my knees bend. My thighs harden, bracing myself for each potent jet to release. With teeth gritting, I ride the wave of ecstasy, my pent-up need finally being sated for a short bit of time. Cherry keeps to her promise by swallowing my velvety cum down then licking the tip of my cock clean.
She’s amazing.
“You’re getting too good at that,” I rasp, my voice laced with satisfaction as she stands. Her tits jiggle with the movement and I glance away. If I keep staring, I’ll end up fucking her against the wall and I have too much shit to do for that right now.
“It’s been a little tense this week, I thought...”
We’re interrupted as Torch pops his head into the garage. His cold gaze skirts over Cherry, quickly dismissing her before meeting mine. I’ve known Torch pretty much my entire life; he was my brother’s best friend growing up. He was also in the Widow Makers with us, my father, Jekyll’s club. That was back before we came searching for Viking and he ended up killing our father to protect his ol’ lady. After that went down, my brother decided to merge the Widow Makers MC with the Oath Keepers MC. With special concessions granted by the various chapter presidents, Viking’s hybrid chapter came into existence, filled with some of the most dangerous bikers around.