Page 3 of Beast
Skittles giggled. “If you want a lady, you need to go hang out at First Baptist on Sunday morning. Until then, I want you to show me another reason why they call you Beast.”
I removed my kutte and tee shirt. “I bet you’ve been working on that joke all day.” I kicked off my boots and walked to the bed, waiting for her to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, lower the zipper, and put my cock in her mouth. She didn’t disappoint.
“I missed this.” Skittles opened her mouth and lapped at the head of my cock, still tasting herself from our earlier banging. I was the warrior lover she dreamed about, the one who would protect her when the world went to shit, or the one who would give her a shoulder to cry on.
“I missed my favorite addiction, you babe.” I ran my fingers through her hair. As much of a brute as I was, I was gentle with her when needed. Just because I was rough around the edges and beat the shit out of people for a living didn’t mean I didn’t know how to treat a woman properly. I watched my cock move in and out of her mouth, her lips wet. She’d told me she enjoyed doing it and enjoyed pleasing me. Not because it was her duty as an old lady but because she loved me. My love for her ran so deep that no woman had come between us since that night fucking outside the bar.
Skittles finished pleasing me for the third time that day and slid back onto the bed. She knew what was next. I was never shy about eating her pussy and ass. I’d told her the best sexual pleasure a man could give a woman was eating her like an expensive meal. I lifted her ass and kissed her puckered little hole. She gave me a pleasing, animal-like moan.
I slid my hands up her legs, spread them apart, and eyed the wet, juicy lips. There was nothing in the world like good pussy. Treat it right, and it’s always there for the tasting and taking.
Her thighs were soft like I remembered, silky against my lips, her slit warm. She moaned again, the gentle vibrations working through her body, making it to my lips. I buried my tongue deep, pressing her legs further apart, the tip of my tongue finding the cushiony flesh that drove her crazy when played with. It didn’t take long . . . a few thrusts with my tongue, the tip poking teasingly at her flesh. She came, the juices tart at first and then sweet, my dick growing again as she fed my libido.
I moved over her, and she reached between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. I slipped in slowly, spreading her lathered walls, the base of my cock buried. I stared into her eyes as we made love, the woman I’d sworn to protect, love, and cherish. The woman I’d lasso the moon for. In the van, it had been a fuck. This was different. It was two people connecting their souls. Drained, I made love to her until she came again, swift and wet like a raging river. It felt deliciously satisfying around my throbbing cock. The universe could not deny that it would be broken without our love for one another.
With both thoroughly satisfied, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, one hand behind my head. There was a lot of shit that needed straightening out. That was okay. It’s why I’d been voted as the club’s prez. I knew how to get things done. I’d protect the club with my last bit of strength and breath.
Skittles had her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I knew she was because she told me she did it whenever she put her head there. Her fingers roamed across the Brothers of Chaos tattoo on my right pec. I lowered my free hand to her plump ass and squeezed. Her ass looked and tasted delicious. Few men on planet Earth were lucky enough to have the kind of woman I did.
“You’ve got something on your mind,” she said. “Can you share it?”
I shook my head and kissed her forehead. “Gotta pass it to the officers first. I’ll let you know what comes of it.”
As much as I loved Skittles, there were still club rules to follow. She understood and pretty much never gave me shit over it. She also understood her role in the club. She had since the day we met.
“You know I’ll help you with whatever,” she said. “I’m not just good in bed.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re fucking great in bed. And I do think I’ve got some shit you can do.” I opened the nightstand next to the bed and grabbed a pack of Skittles. Skittles smiled. “When I became club president, I told Kickstand I would watch over the girls. Make sure they were treated right and make sure everyone, including them, got what they were supposed to. Happy companions equal happy customers.”
“You want me to go undercover?” Skittles asked.
“Not when you put it like that.” I slapped her ass hard enough to leave behind a handprint and hard enough to make her yelp.
Skittles rubbed her ass and cracked a mocking smile. “My ass is a lot tougher than that.”
“We’ll see about that.” I nodded at the door. “Go lock the door.”
Skittles crawled over me and my hard again cock, stopping momentarily to trap the Beast between her thighs. She kissed me and continued to the door. By the time she locked it and was ready to turn, I was on her, pressing her and her large tits against the door.
“Guess we’re gonna see just how tough that ass is.”
Skittles bit her lower lip. “Wendy, Carmen, and Gigi are coming in tomorrow. I need to be able to walk.”
“There’s a wheelchair in the basement.” I placed her hands against the door and spread her ass cheeks. Fuck, it was good to be on the outside!
***
“Beast,” Cinder called when he entered church. “You look like shit. How many times did the old lady nail ya?” Cinder was voted V.P. shortly after I was made president. He’d made his interest in the club known while he was doing time in Varner. He did the club favors while he was inside. When he got out, the old V.P. conveniently retired. And since he rarely brushed his hair, he had no business telling someone else they looked like shit.
“She turns twenty-six next week. I didn’t think a woman was in her prime until she hit forty. Wants to fuck all the time. Not that I’m bitching.” I grabbed another beer from the fridge in the corner, a part of my breakfast of champions, and took a protein bar from the basket on the counter. I needed to get to the club’s weight room in building three. Varner had done two things. It gave me plenty of time to think and work out. I stopped to look at the pictures hanging on the wall of past dead members. Men who gave their blood, sweat, and tears for the club. Men who knew what loyalty meant. This generation was sorely missing that loyalty. “Where is everyone?”
“Recovering.” Cinder chugged a beer and grabbed another. “Brainiac’s the only one who didn’t get smashed. Spent all night on his computer looking at the books.”
“He’s the one I need.” I looked through the notebook on the table. “Official church this afternoon. Everyone should be at least half-assed by then. We’ll get a line on what needs to happen next with the club’s income. That’s what I’m most concerned about.”
“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” Cinder lit a cigarette and blew smoke toward the ceiling. He tugged at his crotch.
“Awful Ashley give you the clap?” I knew it wouldn’t be the first or last time some old lady gave Cinder a disease. That was one of the problems with so many women liking biker dick. A biker never knew where that pussy had been.
