Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Damn,” I groaned when we finally reached the top step, allowing me to lean into his embrace fully, followed shortly by my hand disappearing into the elastic of his pants.
His cock was rock hard as my fist finally found its destination.
He spread his legs wider, allowing the room I so desperately wanted.
His balls were loose and hanging a lot lower between his legs than they’d been last night, and I was fascinated by the feel of them.
“You’re killing me,” he said just before switching to my other breast.
I smiled down at his head, and then closed my eyes as he took a particularly strong pull on my nipple.
“God,” I groaned as his large hand slipped underneath the elastic of my own pants, and zeroed in on my throbbing clit.
His back hit the side of the house, and he groped blindly for the screen door’s handle, never once losing his grip on my clit or my breast.
He swung quickly, flinging the screen door open so hard that it slapped against the house with a thud.
He didn’t wait for it to close, though.
One second I was in front of him massaging his balls, and the next I was inside the door, on my knees.
With a harsh yank, he pulled my tight shorts down my legs exposing my ass.
With no time wasted, he lined his hard cock up with my entrance, and thrust inside.
This sex was different than it was last night.
Harder. Rougher. Stronger. With more emotion.
My eyes closed as he started thrusting his hips forward, ramming into me so hard that I had to fall down to my elbows to keep myself from face planting into his pretty wood floors.
My core started tightening on his cock, going higher and higher until I started to explode around him.
Impossibly, his speed increased, and his balls started slapping against my clit, giving me that little push that I needed to rocket into my orgasm.
I would’ve screamed, but my breath left me in the first wave.
My pussy clamped down hard on his cock, milking him like a serpent.
He groaned and grasped the fleshy part of my ass as he thrust once, twice, and three more times, finally releasing inside of me.
“Jesus,” he panted and pulled out, bringing me into his side as he rolled.
“You know,” I panted back as I looked at the ceiling. “This place kind of reminds me of a church.”
***
Cleo
“That’s because it was one,” a snotty voice said from the other side of the screen door.
I stood so fast that I got light headed.
Rue’s legs snapped together so fast and hard that it sounded like a gunshot echoing around the room.
“Jesus Christ, Molly. Don’t you knock...or call?” I growled as I yanked my shorts up over my dick.
Molly’s eyes were pointed at the tin roof as she surveyed anything that wasn’t my body.
“I tried calling. You didn’t answer. I also tried knocking on the front door, and you didn’t answer that either. This was my third option,” Molly snapped.
Moving my foot, I grabbed Rue’s shirt with my toes and flicked them at her.
She caught it gratefully and roughly yanked the shirt over her body inside out and backwards.
Her shorts were already up, and she looked like she was contemplating running away.
“Stay,” I snapped.
She lowered her eyebrows and I could just see the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
“She can leave,” Molly said disdainfully.
I turned to my sister and glared at her.
She was staring at Rue with such hatred that I wanted to beat her ass.
“She’s staying. You’re leaving,” I volleyed back.
Molly and Rue’s mouths dropped open in surprise, but I was over Molly’s attitude.
I’d put up with her shit pertaining to Rue for a long time now.
She’d say that Rue wasn’t good enough for me.
I’d say that Molly didn’t know her like I did.
My other two sisters had kept neutral on the topic, but Molly was the baby of the family, and therefore thought she was superior.
Well she wasn’t.
And she no longer came before Rue.
Rue came before Molly; I’d put her last for too long now.
She was my first place from now on.
“But I have something wrong with my car and I want you to look at it,” Molly whined.
I sighed.
Molly was twenty-four years old.
She was old enough to take care of herself, yet when the slightest thing went wrong, she went to her family first instead of trying to fix it herself.
“I’ve told you before I’m not a mechanic. You’ll have to take it in to Torren like the rest of us do,” I told her.
Torren was a member of The Dixie Wardens, a firefighter, and a mechanic in his spare time.
He’d fixed everyone’s car problems that had come up since he’d joined the MC a little over five years ago.
In fact, the business he’d built on the side had become so lucrative that he was now making more doing that than at his regular job.
“Torren hates me,” Molly whined.
“I wonder why,” Rue muttered.
She’d said it quietly, but both Molly and I had heard it.
“Fuck you. What are you even doing here? You and your voodoo pussy making my brother think with his dick instead of his goddamned head,” Molly snapped.
Rue blinked. Then blinked again.
“What?” Her voice cracked like a whip.
Molly flinched at the venom in Rue’s tone, and I stood still, wondering what she’d say next.
To be honest, I wanted to know if Rue planned on fighting for me, or if she’d just give up.
If she could stand up to Molly, then she could stand up to anything.
“You heard me, Voodoo,” Molly snarled.
“First of all, my pussy doesn’t have any voodoo in it. Second of all, you’re a whore. How you can talk about me having a voodoo pussy when you’re the one who likes to have sex with anyone and everyone? You wonder why Torren doesn’t like you? It’s because you’re a cock tease,” Rue snapped.
I was the one to blink now.
Cock tease?
I looked over at my sister to see her blushing profusely.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered.