Page 55 of Run Little Killer
"I'll be by the kitchen in a minute. Gonna grab Lennon's clothes from the bike and wash 'em for her," I say,remembering how over half her shit is still covered in blood.
"Pussy whipped much?" he snickers, carding a hand through his dark hair.
"Says the fucker who went out andboughther clothes," I laugh, swinging my legs off the edge and standing.
He shakes his head as I pull on a shirt and my kutte before following him to the door.
The clubhouse is pretty quiet as we walk down the hall, anyone who stayed here last night still sleeping off Blaze Night. Nix and I have a room here, along with a handful of other members. Just makes it easier when we have runs back to back or after a club party.
Ghost is passed out on the couch with two sleeping girls in tight dresses draped across his lap as we move through the common area and towards the kitchen. Nix heads right to the coffee pot, grabbing two disposable cups and starting to fill them.
"Who is it that's pussy whipped?" I ask, raising a brow while spinning my keyring around a finger.
"Fuck off, old man," he mutters, securing the plastic lids on the cups of coffee.
With a shake of my head, I start towards the front door. "Oh," I pause, looking over my shoulder at Nix with a grin. "Tell the prospects to have our bikes fucking spotless by nine. That's what they get for waking up two patches and our girl."
Pouringan ample amount of detergent into the washer, I close the lid and turn it on. The chances of the bloodcoming out of Lennon's clothes completely is pretty damn slim, but at least they’ll smell better and be mostly clean. I toss the plastic bag she was using as a suitcase in the trash, slinging a spare duffle of mine on top of the dryer. I pack the clothes Nix bought her inside it, tucking another one of my shirts in as well. Seeing how goddamn sexy she looks in my clothes makes me want to throw away all of hers and only let her wear mine.
My head swivels at the sound of the door snicking open, Lennon stepping into the laundry room looking like sugar laced with sin. Her pert nipples press against the fabric of my Deviant Devils shirt, damp waves of hair framing her face as she strides closer and asks, "Can I get my bag from your bike?"
"Already got it," I say, swiping up the freshly packed duffle and holding it out towards her. "And the rest are in the wash."
"Oh, thanks," she says, peeking inside.
"Welcome darlin'," I say, leaning a hip against the washing machine.
"What's this?" she asks, voice trailing off as she pulls out another one of my shirts.
I shrug a shoulder, folding my arms across my chest. "Just something I like seeing you in."
"Oh really?" she muses, dark lashes fluttering as she rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. The corners of her mouth tip up as she lifts her gaze to mine. Amusement flickers in her eyes, razor sharp and wickedly sweet.
She tosses the shirt at me, dropping the bag on the floor. I catch it as it smacks against my chest, brows furrowing as I look from it to her, wondering what the hell she’s playing at. Then my jaw goes slack and I stare inwrecked silence as she yanks the shirt she’s wearing off over her head, bare tits spilling free.
My dick instantly thickens as I watch the little minx step up to the washer in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties, lifting the lid and adding the shirt in. The lid clangs shut, Lennon erasing all the space between us as she lifts her arms above her head. "If you like me in it so much, then put it on me."
Fuck me.
"I will when I'm done," I say, lobbing the shirt onto the dryer. "But first I'm gonna stuff that cunt full of my cum so you're wearing me inside and out."
"Please,daddy," she says softly.
That last word and the way she says it severs any remnants of control. My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips as I lift her, her hands clutching onto my shoulders as I place her on top of the washer. The machine thrums beneath her, her tits jiggling from the vibrations as I step between her legs.
I shove down the waistband of my sweats and fist my hard cock, eyes locking on to the unmistakable damp spot on her panties.
"You wet for me, darlin’?" I growl, hooking two fingers in the side seam of her underwear and jerking them to the side.
"A little," she admits, breath catching as I run my fingers up her slit.
"I'd say it's more than a little" I murmur, pressing my glistening digits to her lips in demonstration. "Wouldn't you?"
She pulls them in, sucking her juices from my skin.
"Good girl," I praise, pulling my fingers free with a wet pop.
Lennon's face lights up at the praise, eyes burning with lust as she threads her fingers into my hair and pulls me closer. Her mouth fuses with mine, our tongues sliding together in a hunger that may never be fully sated as I line my cock up and slam inside. She gasps against my lips at the intrusion, but it fades to a moan as I circle my hips. My hands trail around to her ass cheeks, holding her there as I slowly drag myself back only to drive into her again twice as hard.
