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I'm not going to lie. Seeing Storm at my door was a huge surprise and the way she practically attacked me was an even bigger shock. Right now, she is riding my cock and fucking herself like it's Dooms day and this is the last sex she’ll ever get. I don't mind her using my body to make herself feel better. I know that's what she's doing. I'm her release, her sexual stress ball and that's why I'm letting her be in control. Well that and the fact that she's a sexual fiend. It’s a bonus for me that in this position her tits are at just the right angle to watch them bouncing up and down as she takes my cock. I run my hand up her stomach, cupping her breast, relishing in the softness of her skin against my callous palms. Her nipples are taut and begging for my attention so I pinch them and pull them. The action causes her to whine in pleasure. Her brows knit together and her jaw grows slack as I play with them and I glide my other hand to rub her swollen desperate clit.

"That's it baby, show me who this dick belongs to," I say, as I move my hips up and slam into her. She moans my name, scratching my chest with her nails. "Mark me baby, do what you want to me," I growl, pounding up into her. Her pussy tightens, squeezing my cock in a vice grip as she chases her orgasm.

I flip our bodies, taking control of the situation. Storm’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I thrust into her deeper. Electricity races down my spine and settles heavy in my lower spine. Our skins slap together like a beat to a song. I grip her ankle, lifting it to my shoulder, so I can watch as her hungry pussy takes me in. My balls tighten at the sight of us, loving how our bodies seem to be made for each other. She looks up at me, her mouth forming an O as she lets out a guttural moan of pleasure. Her cunt drips with her release, pulsing around my length. My thrusts grow frantic. That pressure building to a crescendo in our sweet symphony of flesh. A few more thrusts into her and the stars are bursting in my vision. I pump my own release filling her up with my come.

I brace myself using my forearms to hover over her so I don’t put too much weight on her chest and bring my lips to her, kissing her forehead.

"Thanks, I needed that," she whispers, patting my shoulder as if to distance herself and to get me off of her. I lay beside her and gather her to me, holding her in my arms.

"You can talk to me, you know," I say against her hair as I hold her. "I won't tell anyone."

"I know." She pushes herself from me and goes into the bathroom. I hear the shower water running and my feet lead before my brain does.

The rings holding the plastic curtain click as I pull it back and step inside the warm spray. She gazes up at me. Her brown eyes are glassy with unshed tears. I run my thumb over her bottom lip and she sucks the tip of my finger. Her hand grazes down my body as she takes my shaft into her small hand, pumping me gently at first and then quicker. I pop my thumb out of her mouth and she falls to her knees.

She’s still gazing up at me and I’m hit with one of my previous fantasies. The water cascades down my body like a waterfall soaking her. When she inches closer to my cock, her tongue darts out licking up the precome that is beading at the slit. I’m ready to go for round two with her. I place my hand on the back of her head, as she opens her mouth. My abs flex with anticipation. She cups her tongue and I lay my shaft on her hot, wet tongue.

“I’ve fantasized about you on your knees for me, but the reality is so much better,” I growl, rubbing my cock against her tongue before slapping it.

I’m only teasing myself with this, but it’s worth every agonizing minute. Her lips wrap around me and her cheeks hollow out, sucking me into her warm waiting mouth. She teases my head, licking around it before taking me all the way to the back of her throat. That intense weight in my spine builds again with delicious torment. I pull her closer to me, thrusting into her mouth.

She allows me to pump into her while looking up at me. “How far can you take me, cupcake?”

There’s a fire in her eyes as I use the nickname she didn’t like before and it causes a chuckle to rubble in my chest. I take her head and push her down on my cock. Her throat closes, clenching around the head. Her eyes begin to water so I pull her off, but she is only off of me for a second. An inferno is blazing in her gaze before taking me down again. This time though she’s taking it as a challenge and my dick is being squeezed as she chokes me down. To top it all off, she fucking moans. The vibrations go straight to my balls.

“Oh, Fuck!” A savage groan is ripped from my throat as the woman at my feet sucks the soul from my body.

I love the feel of her mouth on me. My girth not stopping how deep she takes me down. When she sticks her finger in my ass, I thrust my hips into her harder, causing her to gag. I ease out of her and back in. She works me faster, and harder. Shocks pulsate down my spine, and my balls tighten when I climax. I pull out of her and she waits, peering up at me with her tongue sticking out. I squirt her mouth full, watching as it runs down her mouth and onto her tits.

She swallows me down with a devious smirk on her lips and I help her back up, taking her lips with mine, tasting the saltiness of my come. “Who’s a cupcake? I’m pretty sure you’re the one with a surplus of icing on demand.”

“You bring it out of me,” I say with a shrug.

Not wanting to push her any further by saying she’s the one covered in it. Instead, I turn her around, grab the shampoo and pour some into my hand. I lather up her hair and then do the same with the conditioner. I take a cloth and clean her. Once I’m sure she’s thoroughly taken care of, I wash myself. When we are all clean, I dry her off and carry her to my bed where she drifts off to sleep. I snuggle her close to me and hold her.

"I love you, Kelsey," I whisper, before I close my eyes and fall asleep, too.

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"Murphy, I need you and Price to have Techie to check any CCTV’s the city of Heron may have for anything that may lead to Abbadon's hideout. That includes any places close to the D.O.D's clubhouse. We need a license plate or something. Those fuckers are around here somewhere and we need to find them before they strike again," I whisper into my phone. Storm is still asleep, because I don't want her to know that I'm planning on finding this guy for her.

"I'll get back to ya, Prez, if we find anything." There’s a click from the other line as Murphy hangs up the phone.

I kiss Storm's forehead which causes her to moan in her sleep. "I'm going to head to the bakery down the street to get us some breakfast."

"Maple bacon doughnut and orange juice,” she murmurs, as she turns over and covers her head.

"Will do, Dollbaby," I say, putting on my cut. Thankfully, she doesn’t hear that or I’d get more than a little earth-shattering blow job from her this morning.

Chapter47

Storm

"Hello." I stretch and yawn as I answer the phone.

"Listen here you fucking cunt," the deep voice says, after I pick up the phone. "I have Ace and if you ever want to see this sorry excuse for a motorcycle club president alive again, you’ll do what I say."

"Who is this?" I ask, sitting up straighter in bed and hitting the voice record button on my phone, so I can record what’s being said.

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