Page 23 of Sunshine & Ink

It didn’t matter what else I had done that day. Sunni could always make my cock stand fucking to attention.

“Is that why you’re always shying away from the other brothers?” I asked.

“That’s why—that’s one reason why. . . some—some of the other brothers frighten me.”

“Who frightens you?” I asked with a frown.

I was not usually the possessive type. After all, the Saints MC shared all the women we employed. But if anyone had been an asshole to Sunni. . .

“Well? Who?” I asked as she hesitated.

My cock was hard as a rock now, precum leaking from the tip as she nervously ran her hands up and down my sides.

“Apostle,” she finally said, her voice almost a whisper.

“Apostle?” I snapped. “What has he done?”

I had a hard time envisioning the holy man as doing anything. He was too weak and mild.

“I can’t. . . nothing specific. He just creeps me out.”

It was very flattering how much Sunni cared for me, how intensely devoted she was to my pleasure, but I was ready to stop talking about this so she could fuck me with those pretty happy eyes again. And I had a zero tolerance policy for drama.

“You don’t need to be afraid of him,” I said, just to shut her up and remove that worry line from between her brows. “You’re here for me.”

“Oh, Raker, do you really mean that?” she asked, her eyes suddenly glistening with tears.

I felt annoyed that this was still a topic. Sunni was usually not like this. She knew I did not like whore drama or to bring anything like that into the bedroom.

But her wet pussy moved against the thick bulge in my seam, and I wanted to fuck her right then.

“I do,” I said, moving her hand to my zipper so she pulled it down eagerly as my cock finally fucking sprung free. “You’re here for me only. You don’t have to fuck any of the other brothers. Just me.”

Sunni squealed with joy, throwing her arms around my neck. “Oh, Raker,” she breathed. “Do you promise? Do you really promise? Oh, I—I love you so much,” she spilled out in a rush, her face buried in my neck. I am going to make you so happy. That’s what I promiseyou.”

Love me?Oh, god, Sunni,you little fool,I thought with some annoyance, but her tight little tits were pressing against my chest, and her wet little cunt wiggling around right near my cock, so I put my hand on her hips, stilling her instantly and I dragged her warm pussy down over the head of my dick.

Her happy tears were still wet on my throat, but I groaned as my cock parted her lips. Tight, sweet pussy.

She gasped and moaned as I forced her to go slowly, inch by inch raw over my throbbing member.

“Just for a little bit,” I said.

Then I thrust my hips and sheathed my cock fully inside her as she gasped in shock.

It felt fucking amazing to be taking her raw, and her wet little cunt seemed to suck every inch of my cock, like her body was eager, greedy for me.

Slick wet heat, Sunni on top of me and I watched as her mouth opened wide in pleasure, her nipples hardening to unbelievably tight little points.

She began to ride me, jerky quick strokes, a little groan and gasp at each one, like she was trying to control herself.

I loved her riding me.

I needed to grab a condom. It was right over there on my bedside table.

But fuck, she felt so goddamn good.

I felt her thighs tremble as she began to rock back and forth on my cock, anxious to get it all inside her, but I gripped her hips firmly.

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