Page 57 of Flint

“Hi. Did you see me? Did you like it?”

Law laughs. “Kind of hard not to see you when you shake your ass in front of the boys like that.”

I glare at him but am wise enough to keep my mouth closed.

She shrugs in response, finally looking at the others and not just me. “Never knew if it was my ass you were staring at or Jordan’s.”

And just like that, my girl made the president of the Hounds of the Reaper speechless. Fucking priceless.

“Hey, girl, you killed it. Show us some of those moves one day, will you?” Mama Bear smiles with glee as Lady nods enthusiastically beside her.

“Sure. Not sure I remember half of what I did, but I can try. Or you could just join our little group. Apparently we do open auditions or something a few times a year. I could put in a good word if you want.” Kitten slides down me, and I reluctantly let her so she can talk to the old ladies. Not that I let her go, just position her back to my front. Can’t begrudge my girl of much, especially since she got me back in the club’s good graces. Bulldog even announced it at Church earlier. My debt has been paid.

Thanks to her.

“So?” she says.

“So what?” No idea what I missed, as I was thanking my lucky stars there for a second.

She turns in my arms and rises on her tiptoes. Not really necessary in the heels she’s still wearing, but I instinctively lower my head to her. She leans in close, wrapping her fingers around my colors as her hot breath touches my cheek and ear. “You going to fuck me in the back room, or do I have to wait till we get home to get some dick?”

I don’t think, just grab her ass and lift as I make a beeline for the stairs off the stage. I hear my name being called, but I couldn’t give two shits. Besides, Kitten’s got it under control.

“We’re just going to check on something. Be back in ten.”

“Kitten,” I growl at her.

“Shit, okay, maybe twenty. Don’t wait for us.”

I turn behind the curtain and walk to the first door I see. Don’t give a fuck what room it is, just know it’ll work. The lights are on when I walk in, and I see it’s a dressing room, filled with guys.

“Out,” I bark.

Jordan and Meekail just snicker as they gather their shit and help the others exit quickly.

Kitten gapes at me. “That was rude. We could have found another room, you know. Some of them still had their makeup on.”

“Don’t give a fuck.”

I set her down and turn her so she’s facing the wall lined with mirrors. Her hands fall to the table holding all the makeup shit you need to put something like this on, I guess. Bottles clatter as I bite her ear and pull her jacket off, and her hands move over the table to steady herself.

Her shirt is a loose racerback, and she’s not wearing a bra. Fucking perfect. Only bitch is the fact that she’s got jeans on. I unsnap and unzip them quickly before dropping to my knees, pulling them down as I bite her ass cheeks. Those are also on full display with her itty-bitty nude thong on.

I push her back down a second before I pull her thighs back. She falls forward onto the table, and I wrap my fingers around the tiny string that’s in my way before I start licking at what’s mine. I growl as I feel more of her juices flow onto my tongue. I pull hard on the material till it breaks, knowing it’ll leave a mark on her hips. Marks I will fucking cherish with my tongue later.

Now isn’t the time for a full course, just an appetizer. But I sure as hell ain’t leaving here without having enough to keep me full till I get my next serving. I stand, and she lies still, not moving, but I look up and see her watching me in the mirror.

I take my time but also don’t prolong shit more than necessary. Just long enough to get my dick out of my pants and not have the zipper take a piece of it when I pull it down. It ain’t easy to do when it’s as hard as mine is right now, especially if you go commando. Got to go slow at some parts to do your man a favor and for you to enjoy it in the end.

I grab my dick and slide it through her folds, wetting it. I lick my lips as I move my eyes from hers to the sight below. Her ass is a regular peach. I can still see my bite marks on it. I push her shirt up a bit more, wrapping it in my hands, using it as leverage as I push forward, all the way in, not stopping till I bottom out.

Her soft cry just makes me want to keep going, not pause. I thrust long and hard and smack her ass while I do. Each time I see my handprint, her cheeks reddening, I go faster.

I pull her shirt hard, and she rises a bit with each smack she gets on her ass. I take my eyes off my cock coated in her juices to look at her in the mirror. Pink hair falling around her like a parted curtain. Tits jiggling, free of material, both falling out of her shirt from how tight I’m gripping it at the back. Like a parting of the seas but for tits. It’s fucking beautiful to watch them swing.

“Flint.” Her moan sends me into a frenzy. I hear her scream my name again and again before I let her sweet pussy milk me for all it’s worth.

I slow but don’t pull out, not ready to get away from the heat.

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