Nikki
I don’t even know this guy and I feel more turned on than I have in years. Tricky never touches me like this. Sensual is the word I would use to describe this stranger’s touch. His firm hands are roaming my body, touching me in places I thought were dead but, in his arms, I feel so damn alive.
He wanted to know my name, but I know better than to tell him. This is a one-time thing. He’ll get his thrill and I will go home to the bastard who controls every angle of my life.
“Fuck, sweet cheeks, the way you move is killin’ my dick,” he grumbles as my crotch brushes over his raging hard on.
My arms go around his neck as his lips find mine. The only thing stopping us from fucking is the thong I’m wearing and his jeans.
It’s getting harder to stay in control. For just once I’d love to get lost in the touch of another.
“I’m gonna kiss you and you aren’t going to stop me.”
“We really shouldn’t,” I say breathily as his lips mov
e along my jaw and his hands squeeze my ass. When his lips meet the corner of my mouth, I can’t say no though. I can’t deny him or myself. He’s so damn sexy and his lips feel too good. His tongue slips between the part of my mouth and brushes against mine, tasting of beer and fueled by desire.
I am powerless to stop him when he rubs his fingers over my clit.
“Fuck you’re all wet and ready ain’t you.”
“Mhmm,” I moan as a shudder ripples through me at his invasive touch.
Moving my thong to the side those large fingers spread my pussy lips. “I was watching you dance, thinking about how good you’d taste.” He licks his finger. “You don’t disappoint me, sugar. I was thinking about you riding my face too while I taste and suck that sweet pussy.”
“Oh god.” My knees shake as he comes back at me with three fingers, thrusting them in and out quickly. His other hand makes for the clasp on my bra and he takes my nipple into his mouth, caressing the tender bud with his tongue.
I know I should stop this but saying and doing are two different things and right now as I stare into the eyes of this gorgeous stranger, I want him to have his way. I want him to take what he wants and give me what I am too big of a chicken to ask for.
I’m like a bitch in heat as he unzips his jeans. “You gonna give this pussy up?” He pulls his fingers out and rubs my juices over the head of his thick dick.
Biting my bottom lip, I nod, and he puts on a condom before impaling me with his massive cock. He’s so damn big. My pussy walls stretch around him, accepting his size easily because I am so turned on.
Once he is fully inside, he guides my hips, rolling them at a leisurely pace. I’m left feeling so damn full I can’t breathe.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take your time, ride it out. You wanna cum already, don’t you?”
“I’m close,” I admit. It’s been so long. Tricky doesn’t have any use for me in the bedroom, he’s too damn busy trying out all the girls who come through the doors of the club. Not that I mind being ignored by him. His touch disgusts me. My husband is a repulsive bastard.
Without warning this sensual man stops moving. He’s fumbling around with something behind me when all the sudden I hear another man’s voice. “This better be important, Prospect. Are you getting fucked right now? What the fuck are you doing.”
“Smile pretty for my friend, Star.” I look over my shoulder to see a man’s chest with a Jacks Devil cut on. Shit! It can’t be. Fuck. This dude is a member of my Uncle Happy’s club. You might be wondering why I am married to his enemy, well, that’s a long story, but right now I have more pressing matters to worry about.
“Oh my god!” I shriek and try to pull up off him but he’s strong.
“Relax,” he says, kissing my shoulder and moving his hips. God, that does feel good, but he’s fucking video calling Tricky’s enemy—my Goddamned Uncle. I am in deep shit. “Happy, meet Tricky Dick’s ol’ lady, Star. She’s a bit busy riding my dick, but I figure why not mix business with pleasure. Tell my Prez here about the girls your man has been bringing in and the drugs he’s selling them.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, trying to disguise my voice, but it’s too late. Surely my Uncle recognizes me and can hear my voice. I keep my head turned away from the camera trying to protect my identity. This guy, Prospect, hell, I don’t even know his name, nips at my nipple and juts his hips hitting my sweet spot. “Oh. Ahh.” I pant.
“I’ll fuck it out of you, but if you lie to me again, I won’t let you cum.”
Shaking my head, I try to think, but its damn hard with his dick in me and the way he is playing my body like a damn fiddle. I could tell them all about Tricky and maybe they’d get rid of my husband for me. But if they fail and Tricky finds out, I’m a dead woman.
Life was never easy for me growing up. I’m a daughter of a clubwhore. I never knew who my father was though I felt like I wasn’t even kept hidden from my father’s family, which is something that most bastards like me, are taught to do—stay hidden. Instead my mom flaunted me around the clubhouse in front of all the club members and their old ladies, which resulted in my mother getting murdered, I’m sure of it, although the reports say it was a robbery gone wrong. Supposedly my father was a biker I just never knew which one. My mother said one day she would tell me when the time was right, but she died before that day ever came.
My Uncle took me in, said he wouldn’t let a kid of his go into the system, but I sure as fuck wasn’t wanted in his home. His wife and kids made sure I knew my place. They hated me, and everything I stood for. Can’t say I blame them, but I was a kid, it wasn’t my fault my mother was a whore. I don’t even know if Happy was really related to me or if Uncle Happy was just what I had always called him. I didn’t feel much like his blood relation with the way his wife and kids treated me.
As soon as I turned eighteen, I took off and never looked back, except it seems I’m following my mother’s footsteps. Only difference is, I’m an Old Lady, and not just a clubwhore. I hate this life, but at least it’s better than the shit show I would have still been living if I had stayed at my Uncle Happy’s home.