Abel
Rolling over in bed I open my eyes and yawn. Then I smile at my wife’s naked ass. I fucked her ass to sleep last night. My handprint marks her skin. I hold my palm out and line it up with the pink welt. Caressing her backside, I grow hard again, but I need to piss. Reluctantly, I leave her sleeping and get my day started. I’ve got to get out the door and to The Inferno to hold choir.
When I come out of the bathroom, Ainsley is sitting on the edge of the bed staring at her feet. No doubt beating herself up for giving in and fucking me all night. Her red rimmed eyes meet mine swirling with emotion.
“I gotta ride out. You good?”
“I will be. I might go to the after-hours clinic later. I still feel nauseous. As soon as I tried to stand up, I got dizzy and bile was in my throat. Maybe I stood up too fast.”
I cross the room and grab my cut off the bedpost. I shrug it on and crouch down in front of her. Cupping her face, I stroke her cheek. “You could be pregnant.” I smirk at the thought. We’d make a beautiful baby. Her dark hair and my light eyes.
She jerks away from my touch. “You’d love that wouldn’t you.” Her eyes narrow on me. “You love the idea that I’m your property. It gets you off.”
“I got you off multiple times last night.” She looks away, cheeks blooming pink. “Don’t act like you don’t love having me between your legs, wife o’ mine. You didn’t have any problem screaming my name last night.” I spread her thighs and bury my head between her legs. I inhale and grin up at her. “You still smell like me. I bet if I wanted that pussy for breakfast, you’d give it to me.”
A scowl stretches over her face, but I can practically hear her heart racing at the thought.
“That what you want to start your day? Me giving you an orgasm.”
Ainsley slides her fingers through my blond hair, jerking my head up. Our eyes meet, and I know that’s exactly what she wants. She won’t admit it. Bitch would rather die than confess how badly she wants it.
“Don’t stress, sweetheart. I’m in a giving mood. Lay back on the bed.”
Wordlessly she falls back on the mattress. Her legs fall to either side, and I bury my face between them. Thrusting two fingers inside her heat, I’m not surprised at how aroused she is. Ainsley can pretend to hate me all she wants, but we both know it’s her guilt that eats away at her.
She may care about my brother, but she’s attracted to me. She loves my cock as much as my mouth. I’m here. He’s gone and not coming back for a long time. A day will come that he’ll be released but by the time that happens I plan on Ainsley having my babies. By then she will love me.
Wiggling beneath me, her legs kick out when I make a come here motion hitting her in the right spot. She’s close. My dick strains against my zipper, eager to get back inside her. My cell buzzes and I pull away, wiping my mouth on her inner leg as I do.
I grab my phone out of my back pocket. It’s Uno, my VP. Ainsley is propped up on her elbows. Her pussy glistens with her arousal and my saliva. She’s panting and hanging on the edge.
“Lo,” I answer and grin at my wife. Each and every day I like the taste of it in my mouth more and more. The taste of her.
“Just because you’re Prez don’t mean you get to be late for choir.” We are still getting used to one another. He came to me from my brother-in-law’s club, Devils Rejects MC. He may be older and wiser, but this is my club. We came together to end the war between our two clubs but that doesn’t mean I fully trust him either. I know that being Prez puts a target on my back.
“I’m on my way.” I end the call and shove my phone back in my pocket. I rub my thumb over Ainsley’s clit. “We’ll finish this later.”
I stand up and she grabs a pillow, holds it to her face, and screams.
“You’re a greedy brat, but I can’t be spoiling you.” I bend back down and place a kiss on her pussy lips. I can’t help myself from licking her from clit to ass. When my tongue hits her ass, she squirms. I’ll be exploring more ass play with her in the future. The thought of taking her ass has me rock hard, and I decide fuck it. I’m the Prez, those fuckers can wait a few more minutes. I unzip my jeans and lay next to her. “Get over here and sixty-nine me. I want that mouth.”
Ainsley gives as good as she receives, and I ride out ten minutes later after shooting my load on her face.
**
The Inferno was a warehouse Tiny Leone once used for moving the women he’d sell. Now the property serves as clubhouse to Black Rebel Devils. We gutted the place. It was in fuckin’ bad shape. Some parts are still under construction, but we got the bar finished. Stephanie, Uno’s ex-bitch, baby momma, whatever in the fuck she is to him designed it. I think she’s a bit of a cunt, but she did a great job. It has a real distressed and worn in look, as though we’ve always been here. Wooden beams make up the ceiling with large fans that also serve to light up a majority of the space and they have dimmers on them. This club may be founded with the blood money of Tiny Leone, but we won’t do things the way he did.
We’re building a still and expanding my family’s moonshine business. Using Romeo’s recipes. He used to be the VP of Black Rebel Rider’s MC. He taught my father everything he knows about making good ol’ corn liquor and he taught Axel and me. It’s up to me to carry on family tradition. It falls on me t
o continue the family line. To have a son who holds the last name Black.
Ainsley may already have my brother’s child growing inside her, but either way her baby will be brought up as mine. Blood of my blood. Flesh of my bone.
“Hey, Prez,” Carmen purrs, wiping down the bar and getting things ready. Bitch is fucking fruitier than a fruitcake. Uno brought her from Webb Hollow with him. Said she needed a new start. We give her room and board and she keeps shit clean.
“You got some coffee for me?”
Her head bobs eagerly as she scrambles to pour me a cup.