Page 2 of Born Savage

“Damn, you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you,” I groan.

I quickly undo my belt and unzip my pants as she slides down to her knees between my legs. Her eyes widen as I release my hardened length. I’m not ashamed to admit, he’s a big boy. I guess that’s one thing a guy can be proud of.

“You asked for it,” I breathe and she nods. Excitement flashes in her eyes as she lowers her lips and starts sucking.

My fingers curl in her long brown hair, guiding her mouth the way I like it and she once again fades, turning into the brown-haired beauty I’m craving. I picture Jade’s pouty pink lips taking me deep. The soft gagging sound as I brush her throat turns me on more and I push deeper.

“Fuck yeah. That’s it. Suck it…” I groan. “I’m gonna come,” I warn her, giving her the option to pull back if she doesn’t want to swallow my load. Her soft lips leave me, but her hand continues to stroke me steadily as she leans in closer.

“GAAHHH!” I grunt out as my release shoots, coating her tits, right where she aimed me.

For a second, I’m still lost in my fantasy, until my eyes refocus and I realize once again that it’s not Jade on her knees in front of me. My hot cum still clings to Heather’s tits and her face holds a bright smile as she stands.

“I’m going to get cleaned up, but I’m game to do that any time you want,” she offers before turning on her stilettos and sauntering away.

I quickly zip up and refasten my belt, suddenly feeling like I want to vomit. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t keep doing this shit. I need to figure out a way to stop imagining my brother’s girl while I get off. This shit is so fucked up.

Two

Shark

“Hey, Pres. Can I get a word?” I catch Ryder coming out of the room he hardly uses any more. I feel my eyebrows lift in question, knowing that there was no party here last night, but I push the thoughts aside. Not my fucking business. I have enough on my own plate, don’t need to meddle in the Pres.’s shit too.

“Yeah, sure. Let me grab a cup of coffee. I’ll meet you at the table in five,” he answers roughly.

I step into the quiet sanctuary and take my seat at the table. I don’t want to leave this. The club has been my life since I was born, and it’s crushing to think about walking away from it all. But I’m on the verge of a breakdown and I need to do something before I snap.

Ryder steps in, a steaming cup of coffee clutched in his grip. He closes the door and takes his seat at the head of the table. He rests the mug on his thigh and rubs his free hand over the dark stubble clinging to his chin. He looks tired.

“Everything alright, boss?” I question, briefly forgetting about my own troubles.

“Rough night, but not your concern. What did you need?” he snaps, getting straight to the point.

“I, uh… Fuck, this is hard to say. I think I need to give up my seat,” I hang my head, feeling physically ill as the words leave my lips.

“What? What the fuck are you talking about? You were bred for this shit,” he says, as if I need the reminder.

“I don’t want to, but my brain… I just feel really fucked up right now,” I share without offering any specifics. But I know he’s going to want details; he won’t let me go without a solid reason.

“A girl?” he questions, already knowing. I guess it’s the one common denominator that fucks with all our brains. Fucking females. I offer a nod in confirmation.

“I’ve never seen you this fucking keyed up when it comes to a chick. What’s the deal?” he asks.

“It’s Jade,” I finally admit. “You know how much time I spent at the Foxx DDen when she was dancing. I can’t get her out of my mind,” I expand.

“Shit, man. That’s fucking rough,” Ryder breathes as his hand runs up over his head, clearly trying to absorb what I’ve just told him. “Okay…okay,” he says as he thinks. “I’ll send you out. You can do some extended time on the road. But there is no way in hell that I’m letting you walk away from the fucking table. Let me make a few calls. It shouldn’t take more than a day or two to figure something out. I’ll let you know. Do you think you can hold it together for a couple more days?”

“Yeah, boss, I’m good. I’ll just keep my distance. Thanks,” I say, offering him my hand as we both stand from the table.

???

“Yeah,” I holler from my bathroom, hearing a knock at my bedroom door. I wrap a large towel around my waist and step out just as the door opens.

“They want you in Vegas if you’re up for it,” Ryder offers, stepping inside. It’s only been a few hours since our conversation, he worked fast.

“Sounds promising. Vegas could be just what I need to get my mind straight,” I grin back. “When do I leave?”

“We’ll have a quick sit-down and share it at the table. Do you want a party before you leave?” he asks.

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