Page 4 of Falling for Fang

“It’s not like I’m going to blow away. It won’t hurt me to miss a couple of meals.” She mumbled as she stared at the food on the table. I took a small plate and put some of the ravioli and fried cheese on it along with some of the marinara sauce. I picked up a piece of the ravioli and blew on it, then dipped it in the sauce and held it to her mouth.

“Try this.” I said as she took a bite and closed her eyes. “Good isn’t it. I don’t want to hear you talk badly about yourself. You are beautiful just the way you are.” She moaned at the taste and my cock jerked in my pants. I shift a little trying to get some relief. She licked her lips and I groaned. She looked at me and smiled.

I watched her pick up one of the cheese wedges and dip it into the marinara and offer it to me. I leaned over and took a bite. She started to wipe the sauce off her fingers when I took her hand and put her finger in my mouth to suck off the sauce. Cara gasped and her eyes widened. I noticed her squirming in her seat and winked at her.

“Eat, our entrée’s will be out soon.” I told her as she put the rest of the cheese wedge into her mouth. They used fresh mozzarella, and it was delicious. All of their ingredients were homemade. She sipped her wine and then asked about the club.

“So, I know a little about the Rippers from Sophie. We have been friends for years. I was there for their wedding and met most of the guys and their old ladies. It wasn’t at all what I expected.” She said, taking a bigger sip of her wine. “How long have you been a member?”

“Well, I was raised there. My father was a patched member. I got patched around the age of twenty. I had to pledge just like anyone else. So, I have been a member for the last eighteen years.” I knew she was only in her late twenties, and I wondered what she would think about the almost ten-year age difference.

“So, you have been around motorcycles and bikers your whole life.” She said as she ate another ravioli. “I always had the idea that bikers were rough and mean but I know that the Rippers are well thought of in town and that you really are a big family.”

“There are clubs like that. We had issues with one many years ago. We thought they were all gone then a few of their members popped up and had kidnapped some women. We got them free but not before one of them was assaulted.” She looked up at me and her face paled. “I don’t want you to fear all bikers and I’m not saying we are the only good club. I just want you to be careful if you come into contact with a club that you don’t know anything about. It’s best to steer clear until you know. Most bikers are good guys, hard working and wouldn’t hurt a woman but that doesn’t mean they respect them.”

“The Rippers seem to be very respectful of women. At least most of them are. I’ve heard the stories about the parties that happen at the clubhouse.” She blushed and downed the rest of her wine after she said it. I smirked. I knew what she was referring to. Our food was placed in front of us, and she declined a second glass of wine. We both just stuck to water.

“There’s something you should know about those. The women that frequent those parties are what we call sweet butts or club whores. They are like badge bunnies but for bikers. They will fuck anyone with a cut. Some of the single guys do partake of what is offered, but not all. I usually don’t hang around when they have them. It’s never been my scene. I get my needs taken care of elsewhere. They also make sure any old ladies know that the club is off limits during those nights. Those don’t happen much anymore since we have several families on the property again.” I took her hand and squeezed it. “If you have any questions, you can ask me.”

“That…that woman that showed up at the wedding. Was she one of those club whores?” Cara asked as she looked up at me then back down to her lap.

“She has been, but I was only with her twice and never at the clubhouse.” I told her. “I told her I didn’t want to see her again, that if she tried anything else that I’d fire her.”

“She works at the strip club you manage?” she asked me as she put her fork down. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“Baby, I’m going to look for another manager so that I can go back to just working in the garage. I took the job for Hawk’s old lady. Bethann used to run the club but when her sister was killed, she was left raising her nephews.” I put my hand back on hers and looked her in the eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you. I haven’t since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Okay, I believe you.” She reached up and kissed my cheek. We have not kissed yet. I have been trying to be a gentleman, but I was going to kiss her before the night was over. “Is there room on your bike for us to take the rest of my food home. I’m full.”

“Sure.” I waved over the waiter for a carry out and our ticket. He packed her food up and I paid him. Sliding out of the booth I helped Cara out and we headed back to her place. I walked her to the door, she unlocked it and reached for my hand to pull me inside. I followed her in and heard the dogs.

“I’m going to put the food in the fridge and let them out of their crates. I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.” She said as she put away her food and went to the other room. The dogs came out and went to get a drink from their bowl then came over for some attention. I gave them a few scratches and they went to lay down. Cara came back into the living room without her boots on and she had changed into some yoga pants. She headed to the kitchen.

“Do you want a beer or some water?” she asked me as she fixed herself some ice water.

“Water is fine. Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked her as she came to sit down beside me. She nodded and handed me the remote. I turned on one of the Star Trek series that was on, and she curled up beside me. I played with her hair some as she ran her hand up and down my chest. I was hard again and getting very uncomfortable in these jeans. She smelled so good. I looked down to find her looking at me or rather my lips and then she glanced up at me. I put my hand in her hair and pulled her to me pressing my lips to hers. She crawled into my lap straddling me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt her rock against my cock and groaned at how wet she was through her clothes. My girl was turned on.

I slid my tongue into her mouth, and we took turns tasting each other then I pressed kisses down her neck and sucked some of her skin in leaving little marks along her collarbone. She shivered and I pulled back to look at her. What a beautiful sight she was. Eyes glazed with passion, face flushed and my mark on her neck.

“If you want to stop, you tell me.” I said as I looked at her. She sat back on my lap and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She had no bra on. “Well okay then.” I slid my hands down her back and under her thighs before standing up holding her to me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to the bedroom. Laying her down on her bed I pulled her leggings down to find she had also removed her panties. She started to cover herself and I shook my head.

“You can turn off the light if you want to.” She whispered with her eyes closed. I stared at her for a minute. I knew women had crazy ideas about what they thought a man found beautiful. She was fuller figured with nice large breasts, a soft, round tummy and a plump pussy. I thought she was beautiful.

“Why the hell would I want to do that?” I asked her while enjoying the view. “I want to see every inch of you. I want to see your body flushed with desire and your legs tremble when I make you come. I would not change a single thing about you.”

“Oh, I want to see you too.” Cara said as she bit her lip and scanned my body. I pulled my shirt over my head and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking them off. I left my boxers on because I wanted to take my time.

“Scoot back against the headboard. Bend your knees and spread your legs.” I told her as I climbed between her legs and put one of her ankles on my shoulder. I started to kiss up the inside of her leg to her thigh not quite to her core then did the same with the other one. I glanced up at her and she was panting, her eyes wide watching me. I winked at her and went for her plump lips. Licking and sucking her labia into my mouth one side at a time. Running my tongue through her slit up to her clit and back down. I had to put a hand on her stomach because she was writhing. She tasted so sweet I could eat her all day. I continued to suck her clit and reach up to gently twist and pinch her nipples. She moaned my name, and I slid a finger inside her. Damn, she was so tight. I wanted to be inside her, but I was going to make her come first. I added another finger and scissored them a little to loosen her up. I felt her tightening and I thrust my fingers in and out while sucking her clit and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. When I gave it a little nip she went off like a rocket. I felt her clenching around my fingers and her honey gushing all over my hand. I pulled my fingers out of her and watched her face as I sucked my fingers clean. Her eyes were so wide, and her beautiful face was flushed. I reached down to get a condom from my pants pocket. Sliding it on, I lined myself up at her entrance and pushed in slowly. I was thicker than long, and it took some adjusting. I slid back and pushed in again until I was fully sheathed by her. She had broken into a sweat across her brow and upper lip. Her eyes were rolling, and she was panting. I ran my hand up and down her body while the other held her leg over my shoulder.

“Oh God, Fang please you have to move.” She begged as she tried to move her hips.

“Jimmy, call me Jimmy when I’m buried inside your body.” I told her. I wanted to hear my given name on her lips, not my road name.

“Fuck me Jimmy, I need you to fuck me hard.” she demanded as she looked in my eyes. So, I took her at her word, pushed her thighs back and gave her what she wanted. I could tell she was close again.

“Play with your clit, I want to feel you come all over my cock.” I was getting close, but I wanted her to come again. She reached down and started rubbing circles on her clit and her hand got faster until she cried out back arched up and she was milking every bit of come from me. I yelled her name as I spent myself inside of the condom. I gently lowered her legs, pulled out of her and went to dispose of the condom. I walked back into the bedroom and lay beside her pulling her close to me.

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