In and out, he worked her cunt, using his thumb to graze across her clit. The music for the most part drowned out everything that was happening in the club. She didn’t get to see the woman spread out on the pool table, with a line of men.
Smokey didn’t care what she thought as she rode his fingers.
When he knew she was close, he pulled his fingers from her core, and her eyes opened. With her gaze on him, he took each digit into his mouth and sucked her cream right off. “So delicious.”
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“I want my cock inside you when you come.”
She glanced behind his back and he pinched her nipple, drawing her gaze. “Ouch.”
“Me. That’s who you have to look at. Just me.”
She nodded her head. The nipple he pinched was hard.
Over the white shirt, he took her bud into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Please.”
He eased back from her and released the zip of his jeans. Pulling out his erect cock without hurting himself took some patience, but he got it done. He moved Ava over him, and with her panties to one side, he ran the tip through her slit, coating the head of his cock in her arousal.
Gripping the cheek of her ass, he moved her until she was right over his length. As he stared into her eyes, he slowly got her to lower herself down until she began to take him, inch by inch.
Fuck!
He loved it when he wasn’t wearing a condom. Ava was so tight and her pussy was so wet. She was a woman designed for taking cock, and he relished it. Craved it. She moaned his name, and when there was enough of his length inside her, he grabbed both of her hips and tugged her down until he was balls deep inside her.
Her hands went to his shoulders and he smiled.
“Now that is a fucking party,” he said.
Ava went to look behind her, and he captured her face. “No, not what is happening there. What is happening between us.” He thrust up inside her and she cried out. “See. Fucking perfection.”
He went from her hips to the curves of her ass. Lifting her up, he began to rock her on his cock, getting her to take more of him.
The way she moaned his name was so fucking perfect.
“Show me your tits, Ava,” he said.
Her hands went to the front of her shirt and started to work the buttons open. The white lace bra he’d gotten her to wear made his cock pulse even deeper, which had her moaning for more.
“That’s right, babe. Now, slide the cups beneath your tits.”
She was such a good girl, doing as she was told. He moved one of his hands to the back of her neck, pulling her down to kiss her lips. She cupped his face as he slammed up inside her pussy.
Ava started to work on his cock, and he broke the kiss, lifting her up so that he could suck on one of her perfect nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he held her in place with his hands, keeping her still as he devoted a good amount of time to one tit, then moving onto the next. He pushed them both together and proceeded to bite each one, loving her gasps and the sounds she made.
His balls ached.
Smokey let go of her breasts, showing her a pace and rhythm that brought them both pleasure. Up and down, dancing on his dick as he worked himself inside her.
She moaned his name and he felt his own orgasm close.
He used all of his force, drawing her down on his length until with one final thrust, he closed his eyes and spilled every single drop of his cum within her. He didn’t have the energy to pull out, and the truth was, he didn’t want to. They were both clean, and pregnancy was a risk, but at that moment, he really didn’t give a fuck.
All he cared about was coming deeply. Marking her as his own in front of the entire club.
He was aware women looked at her with envy. How the guys were shocked. He rarely took a woman in front of anyone, especially not like this. Any of the club pussy were free game to his men.
Ava was off-limits.
No one could see anything. It was why he’d been careful in picking this spot and the clothes he’d purchased for her.
He wanted everything to be perfect, and when it came to Ava, she was turning into everything. His men still doubted her integrity, but he didn’t. He knew this woman. She was sweet, kind, and cared about everyone but herself. He’d even seen the way she’d been with the club. They weren’t giving her an easy time of it, but she wasn’t doing anything for herself.
Knowing everything he did about her in the short amount of time he’d actually known her, she’d found a family she’d been searching for in him and the club.
Ava wasn’t going to like this life.
In time, he was going to have to cut her loose. Each time he planned to, he’d look at her smiling face and the truth was, he didn’t want to. The club had to come first. It was the motto he lived by. It was why no one challenged his leadership. But that didn’t stop him from wanting Ava.
Many nights in her bed, he’d lain awake just watching her. It was messed up. He never shared a bed with a woman. In the past, before Ava, he’d kicked them right out as he had no interest in them being there.
Ava was different. She was the kind of woman he wanted.
He slid out of her pussy, returning the fabric of her panties over.
“My cum is going to be spilling out of your cunt, baby,” he said. He leaned in close and brushed his lips across hers. He eased his cock back inside his jeans. “Let’s dance.”
Ava had already put her shirt back to right.
Her face was bright red as he sipped his beer. She did the same and then he took her hand, leading her onto the dance floor.
He pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head against his chest. Smokey wrapped both arms around her, resting his face on the top of her head. Even with the heels she wore, she wasn’t as tall as him.
He held her still against him. Stroking his fingers in her hair, he kissed the top of her head.
Brothers were watching him as if he’d lost his mind. He didn’t give a flying fuck what any of them thought.
With Ava draped over him, he felt complete, and he didn’t know what that was all about. Women were to be used, not enjoyed like this. Ava had blown his world apart, and he loved it.
Ava lifted her head. “The woman on the pool table. Does she enjoy it?”
Smokey didn’t bother pretending he didn’t know what she was talking about. “She wouldn’t be there if she didn’t. The women here want to fuck as many men as possible. It’s what they want. In the morning, you’ll hear them bragging about how many patches they took.”
She nibbled on her lip. “I only want yours.”
He smiled. “Babe, I’ll kill any man that comes near you. That’s a fucking promise.”
She rested her head back on his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head. Glancing across the club, he caught sight of Ugly Beast, who raised his beer glass in his direction. He nodded but didn’t say or do anything else.
They stayed for several dances, a couple more beers, and a round of pool. He’d laughed when she’d wriggled her nose at the thought of playing on the same table people had fucked on. The club knew the rules. They could fuck anywhere, but clean it all up after. He didn’t need to have dirty cum drops on his table. Finally, after several hours of partying, and her meeting a couple of the guys from different chapters, he took her to his bedroom in the clubhouse.