Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Okay, you’re the lookout,” I hiss as I drop to my knees in front of him.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re actually doing it. What happened to the shy MILF we lured into our club to corrupt and defile, huh?” he laughs as I undo the button and his fly. He’s already swelling underneath it.
“You corrupted and defiled me.” Hooking my fingers in his boxer briefs, I tug both them and his pants down to his knees, exposing a length that is very quickly growing longer and thicker. I place a little kiss on the head. “Besides, you make it sound like I was some kind of timid virgin.”
“Fuck,” he hisses and smirks. “You might as well have been. Tell me the truth, did you ever have anyone as big as us?”
Wrapping my fingers around him, I tease back, “Are you that starving for attention? Isn’t your girlfriend giving you enough?” A couple of strokes and then I take the whole head in my mouth and suck on it.
“She’s—fuck, that’s good.” Whatever he was going to say gets derailed as I get to work, sucking one of my favorite cocks in the world to a backdrop of clinking glasses, loud conversation and a cheer when the grandparents get up and out on the dance floor for the Electric Slide.
I don’t want to waste time, so I do my best to get him to completion as quickly as I can. I realize halfway through that I’ve committed myself to swallowing so we don’t get any on our clothes. I don’t mind, but I love watching him come. Next time.
His hands briefly touch my hair, but pull back again before he can grab it. “Fuck, I want my hands on you, but your hair’s too fucking perfect, and if you go down there with fuck hair, everyone’s gonna know what we did.” He chuckles. “Not sure Eric would be thrilled… Oh, fuck!”
Closer and closer, he starts to buck, just a little, fucking himself into my mouth. I swirl my tongue, suck on the crown, and use my hand to help. Apparently I’ve learned a thing or two over the last few months, other than how to shoot a gun.
“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come right in your dirty little mouth.”
I take a little more of him in, closing my lips tight and getting my tongue underneath, while finishing him off with my fist.
“Fuck,” he gasps and then he swells. My mouth floods with his salty flavor, and I swallow eagerly. I love how I can make him feel good in so many ways. And I know that once we’re back at the hotel, he’s going to unfurl that tongue of his and pay me back tenfold.
Totally worth it.
“This a private party, or room for more?” I nearly leap out of my pretty dress at Jackal’s question. Stiff too. They’re almost right next to us, and somehow I didn’t notice. And my God, what if it’d been someone else?
Then I realize that Lash must’ve seen them show up, and they’re already unbuttoning. Stiff pauses when he sees the look I give him. “What? Only Lash gets? That’s unfair.”
My nerves are still a little shaky, but I’m coming back down. I suppose it’d be mean to leave them hanging. Or standing straight up, I guess. So I nod. “Fine, everyone gets one, but now that it’s a whole thing, I’m taking a turn, too. And watch the dress.”
“Our pleasure,” Jackal promises.
“I’ll keep lookout,” Lash offers graciously.
I guess this is who I am now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
43
DAKOTA
I’m getting married. Well, not quite, but I’m being made Lash, Jackal and Stiff’s old lady, and that’s a different ritual, but just as good. No big deal, right?
Six months ago, I didn’t realize how adrift I was. And now? Now I’m standing here, in the same lilac and black dress I wore to Eric’s wedding because the guys love how I look in it. And they’re right, I do look great in it, but it’s also for them, and there’s enough darkness in its colors that it suits the club vibe just fine.
I peek out from what used to be the sacristy before it became Hellfire’s office. “They’re looking really nice, Logan. I think this is going to be fun.”
And they are looking great. Polished leather, fresh haircuts, new jeans that cradle their asses perfectly. I love them in suits sometimes, but to me, this is how they look best. It’s the most authentically them.
As always, Logan goes nowhere without Mr. Larson and Helmet. He’s got them clutched tight while he leans up against my leg, peeking out with me at all the people.
The church is packed full. Members, old ladies, even a couple of the sluts. Bonnie on one side, together with Anne. Jess, Eric and Camila, looking both very nervous and very out of place. Willow and Paige, who’s just detaching Corbin from under the nursing flap in her blouse and passing him on to Savage, who holds him so gently, despite his size. For how rough the members are, it always amazes me how gentle they can be.