Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
I shot faster than ever, coming like a damn fountain as I pictured Lilah down there, fucking requesting to swallow my cum…
The details after that weren’t clear, but I knew I’d fucked those Lilah wannabes in every hole until I couldn’t even get hard anymore.
I may have fucked Tiff and Jules, but in my head it had been Lilah. All fucking Lilah. And those bitches knew it too, manipulative cunts.
Running my hand down my stomach, I gripped my hard dick and began to stroke my fist up and down, ignoring the two sleeping sluts beside me. Never before had a bitch got under my skin like this. Never had I imagined those sluts as anyone else.
Feeling light hands cover mine, I saw Jules’s bloodshot tired eyes look up, that fuckin’ headdress still on her head. Her hand nudged mine outta the way, her mouth dropping to feast on my balls.
Lilah… Lilah… I thought watching that headdress bob up and down.
Giving in to my sick fantasy, I closed my eyes as Jules worked me over until, on a loud roar, I came all over my stomach, so fuckin’ hard I almost passed out.
Shit, I thought as I caught my breath.
The bitch had given me a messed-up fetish for Amish clothes.
*****
Four Weeks Later…
“We got runs tomorrow. Ky, you lead the deal with the Chechens in Houston. Tank, Bull, Smiler, AK. Flame, you can stay here and watch the compound. Hush and Cowboy, I’m sending you to San Antonio. Sandman, San Antonio prez, is cutting a side deal with the Italians, some laundering ring. Being nomads, you’ve both dealt with Marcello. Need you there to show support for our Texan brothers.”
I translated everything Styx was signing, and the brothers nodded.
Styx coughed, and I watched his hands. “I’ll be gone three days. Got personal shit to do. Any problems, Ky’ll be acting prez.” As soon as I translated, I met eyes with Styx, who, although looking at me, offered no more explanation about where the hell he was going.
“We done?” Styx signed.
Brothers said, “Aye,” and Styx slammed down the gavel. Everyone piled out, but I hung back.
Styx expected it. My best friend remained sitting, waiting for me to speak.
“Where you going that you haven’t told me about?”
“A-a-away,” he stuttered, shrugging his shoulders.
I raised my eyebrow. “Mae going?
He nodded.
“Anyone else?”
He shook his head.
I smiled.
“Go. Take your bitch away. I got the runs covered.”
“D-done,” Styx said and stood. “L-l-leave t-t-tonight. B-b-back in a few.”
Styx left, and I walked down the hallway, climbed the back stairwell to Styx’s apartment, and knocked on Lilah’s door.
For the Hangmen, the last four weeks had been uneventful. Deals were struck; club finances were good. The garage and our other legit businesses were turning profit.
But my life? Fuckin’ Groundhog Day.
Teaching Lilah about life but all the time wanting in her pussy.
Getting fucked-up drunk each night ‘cause I’d spent the whole fuckin’ day wanting in her pussy.
Fucking the asses off Tiff and Jules each night, pretending they were Lilah, ‘cause I’d spent all fuckin’ day wanting in her pussy! Hearing Tiff and Jules fucking bitching at me every single damn time ‘cause I pretended it was Lilah I was fucking!
I was about to cut the sluts loose. They didn’t hold a candle to the pilgrim blonde anyhow.
Biggest plus? Lilah was definitely getting better at adjusting to biker life, at handling life away from those fuckin’ pedo, sadistic, Jesus freaks.
Showed her every part of Austin I could think of. But she never got outta the truck. Refused to ride bitch on my bike. Outright shutdown to any change of wardrobe. Wouldn’t take off that damn headdress… the headdress I’d started to fuckin’ dream about.
Sick fuck that I am.
But she was making progress. She weren’t rocking like a psycho in a corner and quoting scripture twenty-four-seven. She weren’t locked in her room, screaming at anyone that came to her door.
She was gradually trying new things with me… but only me.
Only fucking me. I was goddamn addicted to the bitch.
A second later, Lilah opened the door, all fucking smiles for me. And yeah, as always, I lost my fucking breath.
“Hello, Ky,” she greeted, moving outta the doorway to follow me down the stairs.
“Sweet cheeks,” I said, finding my voice.
“What are we doing today?”
I stopped dead and stared at her, so fast Lilah smashed straight into my chest. As I steadied her by her arms, her breath came hard. Lilah’s blues met mine, and I swear the fucking world stopped.
Her tongue licked around her lips, her gaze dropped to my lips, and at once, I was painfully hard. I knew it was time to shut this shit down again.
“Gone tomorrow on a run. So sticking ‘round here.”
“How long will you be gone?” Lilah asked, and I wanted to smile when I caught the disappointment in her voice.
“Few days, maybe more. Depends how easy shit goes.” It’d go easy, just a simple run paying off of the feds and taking bank from the street crews distributing our guns.
“Okay,” she said quietly, and this time nothing was stopping me from smirking.
Taking her hand, I pulled her down the stairs and toward the clubhouse. “Let’s go. I need food. As good a time as any to show you the kitchen.”
Lilah followed dutifully, keeping her head down in case we passed any brothers. There weren’t no brothers in our path, but I fucking cussed when Tiff and Jules came giggling around the corner, all tits, legs, and tan.
Their eyes immediately snapped to Lilah and me, and their fucking faces dropped. Jealous sluts. Jules strutted forward in her tight red dress and ran her fingernail down my chest. Lilah’s hand squeezed mine. Then she tried to let go.
Weren’t happening.
“Ky, baby. You wanna come with us?” Jules’s finger kept running south until she cupped my denim-covered cock in her hand.
Knocking away her hand, I said, “Fuck off, Jules. Go suck Vike if you’re desperate for cock.”
Jules’s eyes narrowed at me and she backed away. “Ahh… too busy with your little pet, Ky? Throwing us aside for virgin pussy… again?”