You Break Me (The Prospect 2)

“That’s right and you’re the biker brat who’s about to suck my dick.”

She laughs. “You’re on, Prospect. But not here. Take me to your place. I won’t be fucked in one of the back rooms like a common clubwhore.”

I shrug. “Whatever. Don’t make a difference to me. Let’s roll out.”

Outside of the clubhouse, I start up my bike and Susan climbs on behind me, wrapping her arms around me tight. I don’t have a bitch seat she she’s riding the fucking fender. I go slow just to be an asshole. Susan is a spoilt princess and I can’t wait to fucking dirty her up.

We get to my place and she bitches about the place being a dump. I ignore her and whip my dick out. “Shut up and suck my dick.”

She huffs but the only lip she gives is wrapping her mouth around my cock and deepthroating me like a fucking porno star. Prissy cunt doesn’t even gag when I hit the back of her throat. She’s not as pretty as Tricky’s bitch but she’ll serve fine as a stand in until I figure out a way to get Nikki in my bed. There’s no way Happy will let Susan date a prospect so I’m not worried about her acting like a clinger.

I pull out of her mouth and bend her over the back of my couch. Her pussy is slick and ready for a pounding and I have plenty of frustration to fuck out. I pull a condom out and slide it on and she whines about it not feeling as good.

“You can trust me. I’m on the shot.”

I prefer to wrap it up but say fuck it.

I only have one life to live.

Bareback fucking it is.

I slide into her from behind and wrap a hand around the back of her neck. My thumb presses into the indentation of her throat. She gasps as I squeeze tighter. I don’t completely restrict her airway, but I come damn close to choking her out as I slam into her repeatedly.

Susan takes the punishing thrusts like a pro. She sticks her ass out and I grip her hip with my other hand, digging my fingers into the bone. Leaving bruises for the next bastard who fucks her.

Her orgasm ripples through her body. Her pussy muscles clench around me and the bitch fucking squirts all over my dick.

Never been with a squirter before. Maybe she will be a repeat fuck.

I thrust two more time and pull out, nutting on her ass cheeks.

**

The next morning, I roll over in bed and the Prez’s dirty brat princess is still in my bed. I was hoping she’d see herself out. As I stare at her, I realize she’s pretending to be asleep. Stupid bitch has snuck out of bed to freshen up. Her makeup looks fresh and I can smell my toothpaste on her breath.

I lick my teeth and blow my breath into my cupped hand. Fuck. My breath smells like I have been licking a dirty asshole. One sure way to get rid of her is waking up to a nasty ass morning breath kiss.

I pinch her brown nipple between my fingers as I lean down and press my lips to hers. Her eyes open and as soon as her lips part I sweep my tongue inside her mouth. Instead of being grossed out she shifts, moving closer to me and moans. “Morning,”

Fuck.

Chapter 6

Nikki

I get home late and let Nita leave. I hate that I have to get her to watch Sophia because my husband demands I work at the strip club. I’d much rather stay home with my daughter, but no one says no to Tricky. I am just thankful that I have arrived home before him. Not that he is home all that often these days. Once Nita is gone, I hurry to shower to wash the scent of the prospect from my body.

Not that I want to. It was nice to feel genuinely wanted. Even if it was a man doing my Uncle’s bidding. We never had the greatest relationship once I was taken in by him and his wife. He’s a lot like the man I married. Tricky does what he wants consequences be damned. Tricky and Happy are a lot alike in that respect. Growing up all I ever was to Happy was a reminder of the trouble that clubwhore’s bring with them. Don’t even get me started on my foster sister, Susan. The one good thing about marrying Tricky was getting away from that cunt, and the evil bitch he was married to.

After my shower I busy myself tidying up the living room and kitchen, picking up Sophia’s dolls and loading the dishwasher. My husband hates coming home to a messy house. Tricky doesn’t sleep here often but when he does, I make sure to keep on his good side. The man has a terrible temper. I have the scars to prove it. Going down the hall toward my bedroom, I check in on Sophia. She is sound asleep in her bed that Tricky had custom built to look like a princess carriage. I have to say the man does spoil our daughter with material things. When he found out I was having a daughter he became disinterested in me and our baby. He really wanted a son. He throws expensive gifts at her to pacify her, but he never spends any real time with her. I doubt he could even name her favorite color or tell me when her birthday is without me reminding him

The day we found out the sex of the baby was the first time Tricky beat me unconscious. He blamed me for not giving him a son. Said it was my fault and that there must be something wrong with me.

Stroking my fingers across Sophia’s forehead I smile as I watch the sleep grin form on her happy little mouth. She is so content and unaware of what a bastard her mother married.

I’d give almost anything to have a real love. I thought I had that once, real love, but my eighteenth birthday party sure proved me wrong on that one. My heart still craves him when I remember back to that time. His betrayal was what drove the final nail into the coffin, causing me to leave and never go back. I know now, I’ll never have it. A real love.

Hell, I would settle for Tricky being able to get me off like the prospect did tonight.