“Mind if I test her out?”
“All yours.” He stands up, putting himself back inside his pants as the blonde bitch stands up and tries to wipe away the spunk that got on her lip. She’s got a body that was made to be fucked by me. Curvy as shit and big, fat tits; the makeup can go because it’s about to be wrecked anyway.
“Come here,” I call to her, and she saunters over, her fat tits swinging heavily. My cock hardens at the sight. Fuck, yeah. “You ever been fucked in the ass?” I ask her, fingering her juicy cunt as she sits on my lap. The bitches here know better than to wear clothes, we need easy access.
She bites her bottom lip and moans, “No.”
“Well, tonight, after I fuck this wet cunt, I’m taking your ass.”
Her cunt clenches around my fingers, and instantly, I pull them out, not letting her get her way. She can wait for the orgasm she’s so desperately chasing when my cock is inside her. We don’t bother with condoms, as all the girls are tested and on birth control. Doesn’t mean there hasn’t been accidents; fuck, look at my baby momma April, bitch got knocked up when she was a whore in the club. But it’s the price we pay for going in bare, condoms are for pussies. It’s also why we don’t let random bitches in the club until they’ve been tested. We keep the club closed down from outsiders for a reason. Only way new girls get in is if they are vetted. One of us will see something we like, get to know them first, run a check and if it all goes the way we like, we invite them to the club. Usually, once they are here, they don’t want to leave. We’ve had a few bitches try and work their way in, but they don’t get past the gates. Those that are too desperate find out really quick to fuck off.
Lifting this bitch off my lap, I set her on the floor, her legs wobbling slightly, and she looks at me confused. I take a shot of my Jack and get up, motioning for her to follow me. Her face lights up like it’s Christmas and she does what’s expected of her.
Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to fuck a bitch out in the main club house, but this new girl is making me possessive. I don’t want anyone seeing me fuck her for the first time, mostly because everything I’m going to be doing to her, I’ll be wishing I was doing to Justine.
“Undo my jeans.” I command her, and she instantly sinks to the floor, on her knees. As soon as my cock springs free, she’s on it like white on rice, sucking me so good I almost blow within seconds. Fuck me, Rage was right, she’s got a great fuckin’ mouth. Stepping out of my jeans I kick them over to the wall and take off my cut and shirt, tossing them, too.
“You’re ripped.” Shannan—I think Rage said her name was, I don’t really care—says, her hands roaming over my abs. I should be, worked hard to have this body. I’m getting up there in age, don’t need no damn gut.
“Get on the bed, I wanna suck on your nipples.” She does as asked and lays down, spreading her legs showing off her pretty, pink pussy. “I’m gonna eat that, too.” I growl and wetness leaks from her cunt.
I kiss my way up her thighs, coming face-to-face with her cunt and dive in, not letting up on her clit, while finger fucking her until she’s coming so hard she soaks my beard. Moving away from her pussy, I lick my way up to her tits. Fuck me, they are perfect, Justine wasn’t wearing a bra earlier so her nipple piercings were on full display, making my cock ache. Now I have these tits in front of me and I’m wishing they were Justine’s.
“I want you to go out tomorrow and get your nipples pierced,” I say, biting on a nipple. She moans and says she’ll do it right away. Good. If I can’t have Justine right now, I’ll take the next best thing, and until that woman is mine, this bitch will be.
Chapter Six
Justine
I moan around Tomas’s cock, taking it all the way in; since I have no gag reflex, I take it all. After the biker left, I masturbated. I knew it was wrong, masturbating to a guy I don’t know and not in a relationship with, but he got me hot and bothered.
I feel Tomas unload into my mouth and quickly swallow it down. He wasn’t in the mood for sex tonight, which is fine, but I was in the mood to suck cock, so I didn’t give him much of a choice.
“Where did that come from?” Tomas asks breathlessly.
I shrug. “Just wanted a cock.”
He shakes his head, not amused by my attitude. “Wanna tell me what’s up? You’ve been off since I got home tonight.”
Sighing, I get up on my elbow and bite my bottom lip. “That biker down the street came over today, and he kissed me,” I tell him honestly.
Tomas tenses and then relaxes. Blowing out a puff of air he speaks, “I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Justine, you know I love you but that biker is way more your style.”
“More my style?” I’m so confused at what’s happening right now.
“Yeah. Look at me. Can you look me directly in the eyes and tell me that I get you so fired up that you had to use your vibrator to put the flames out?” I look to where he tilted his head, I forgot that I left my vibrator out on the dresser.
Looking down at my hands in shame, I shake my head no.
I look up when Tomas grabs my hands. “We’ve been together for a long time now. We are happy and safe. I’m not wanting to break up or anything, but I think we should explore.”
“What do you mean ‘explore?’”
“That kiss got you so turned on you had to dig out your vibrator for relief. Then you were on me like a rash the second I got home.”
“Where is this coming from, Tomas?” I don’t know why but my heart felt sad yet excited. “Are you saying you want to fuck other people?”
“In a way, yes. You know my parents are swingers, and it’s something I grew up with. I know you hate your mom for what she did to your dad, and I get that. But this isn’t the same.”
“What if I get crazy jealous? You do remember that happened before,” I point out, reminding myself of the time some chick tried hitting on Tomas in front of me a few years ago and I went all crazy psycho on her.
Tomas laughs, probably remembering the same thing. “I do remember, but that was when we were back in high school. Look, I’m not saying I’ll be going out and screwing every woman, just like I don’t want you out screwing every man. I’m saying I’m okay if you want to explore with someone else as long as we both agree.”
“Again, why?”
“First, you were turned on by that biker’s kiss.” Quirking his eyebrow and giving me a wink, he continues, “and secondly, I can tell you liked it.”
I try to hide my expression, but he just shakes his head and laughs. “Don’t even try and deny it.”
“I think you’re nuts.” I flop down on my back and sigh. I can’t believe he wants me to go out and bang someone else. Where is this coming from? Sure, we’ve explored our sexuality over the years with sex clubs and swingers’ parties but it wasn’t something that lasted.
“I just might be, but you are the one that got off thinking about someone that wasn’t me.”