Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“Hold onto me tight.”
“Like this.” God, her pussy is on my back, and my dick loves this too much.
“Yes, love. Now move with me, and if it gets too windy or you’re scared, press your face to my chest.” I start my beauty and listen to the twin heads rumble. “Ready?”
“Yes,” she shouts.
I pull out of my spot slowly, driving down the road toward the Steele Riders Clubhouse. It’s the opposite side of my home, so it’s a little longer than normal, giving Vanessa a first taste of riding with me.
Picking up speed, I test her fear, but my woman doesn’t scream or panic. We’re not racing through the town because I wouldn’t risk my woman for anything. Still, I wanted to reach the speed limit if she wanted to go on more rides.
We pull up to the secured, gated clubhouse with two prospects at the guard shack. As soon as they see me, they open the sliding door, and we pass on through. I nod at the two, pleased with their quickness until I see one of the prospects is Taylor. God, why is he always around? We stop in my parking spot, and I take off her helmet, sliding her body around over in front of mine so she’s straddling me. “Give me that mouth, baby girl.”
“Yes, caveman.” She knows exactly what I’m about and complies without an attitude.
“You’re lucky I don’t fuck you right here, right now, but those moans belong to only me.”
“Let’s go inside before we forget ourselves, then.” I cut the engine and steal another kiss which only makes me harder by the second; my jeans feel painfully tight. She lets out the tiniest whimper, bringing me back to reality, so I lift her off the bike before pushing down the kickstand and climbing off.
Setting down her helmet, I lead my woman inside the clubhouse where some of the crew is hanging out. Most of us come around to chill out and get together when we can, but all of us are too busy to gather at once.
“Hey, Cyber, what’s going on?” I ask, seeing him behind the bar in the cooler.
“Just keeping tabs on the area. How are you both?” he asks, taking a drink from a beer.
“Good. We just went on our first ride together,” Vanessa says, smiling brightly as she attempts to brush back her windblown hair.
“Oh yeah? How did you like it?”
“It was fun and I can’t wait to get back on.”
“So is anyone else here?” I ask, getting jealous of their mundane conversation.
“Yeah, Boomer’s in the kitchen with the kiddos right now while Crystal teaching class.”
“I forgot that she was a teacher,” Vanessa adds. She’s been gone a long time from Steelville.
“Well, I have to get back to monitoring the cameras for another hour. If you’re around in a bit, you want to go a round or two of pool?”
“Sounds good to me, brother.”
“Ooh, can we play pool?” Vanessa asks me with wide eyes.
“Sure. Let’s get started.”
“You’re going to have to show me. I’ve played like once and I was brutal at it.” I see the wick gleam in her eyes and I wonder if I’m about to be played. Either way, the idea of straddling up behind her sounds like a great idea to me. I set up the table, racking up the balls while she picks her pool stick. I lift the triangle as she moves in position to break, leaving her bent over the table and her cleavage completely on display.
“Fuck,” I groan, licking my lips. “Go ahead and break, baby girl.” She taps the cue ball, sending it just inches, so I adjust my cock, I walk around behind her, my chest firmly pressed against her back. “Let me help you,” I whisper against the shell of her ear as I move my arm down to hers, leaning over to line the shot up. “Pull slightly back and give it a good sucker punch forward.” With her dainty fingers sprawled on the pretty green felt, straddling the pool cue, she follows through on her shot, hitting the ball with a little more gusto and sending two balls into corner pockets.
“Okay, since you split colors, you can pick the one you want. Stripes or solids?”
“I’ll take the stripes since you seem quite settled on solid,” she says, grinding her ass back on my hard cock that’s ready to rip through my jeans.
“You’re asking for it. There’s no fucking allowed in the clubhouse, Vanessa. Damn it. This is going to be a quick evening out if you keep it up.” She smiles and slides past me.
“Do I go again?” Her tongue slips out and my dick is begging for her to drop onto her knees right now.
“Yes. Go ahead. We won’t call shots, so take your best shot.” She does and misses. I manage to knock in a couple, but decide not to wipe the table, so I scratch and give her another turn. We play for about ten minutes when Mick, Morgan, and their kiddos come in.