Holding Cherry’s head still, I fill the condom as she swirls her tongue around my dick. As the last ripple leaves me, I shove Cherry off my dick. Removing the condom, I tie the end up and grab another one. Sliding the thing into place, I look at Boss, who had Cherry Pie on her back. “Come here. Boss, your turn. I want your ass riding me hard while I have my piece of the Pie,” I tell her.
Boss slowly climbs up over me and takes me in her cunt while Cherry climbs up next to me. I groan as Boss sinks her tight as fuck pussy down on my dick just as I reach for Cherry. Pulling her up to straddle my face, I hold her to me as I thrust my tongue in her pussy, lapping at her juices.
I meet Boss with each thrust, keeping the momentum up with Cherry Pie. I can feel Boss getting ready to come as she grinds down on me. Yeah, she’s not coming just yet. Flipping Cherry off my face, I put my hands on Boss’ hips and turn to press her into the cushions and slam into her over and over, giving her what she needs. Boss arches her back and screams out as I hit the spot that sends her over the edge. Wanting to keep her there, I lean forward, sucking a nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to nibble.
I groan at the way Boss clenches around me as I lean back up and power into her even harder, bringing my own orgasm to the front. Groaning loudly while I’m still inside Boss, I come harder than I can ever remember.
Panting for breath, I lean my forehead against hers I close my eyes. “Who says hate fucks can’t be damn good?” I say joking.
“I never thought we’d agree on something. Now get the hell off me so I can get dressed and back out to the party,” she snaps.
“Sure thing, Sugar,” I mutter as I pull out of her tight sheath. Glancing down, I curse violently at the sight before me. “Tell me you’re on birth control,” I demand, my gaze darting from the broken condom to Boss’ face.
“Of course, I am. Do you take me for an idiot?” she retorts as she gets off the couch and begins looking for her clothes.
Nodding my head, I glare at her as I discard the broken condom and shove my dick back into my pants. “Good. I don’t need another kid to be left in my care because a woman can’t handle the thought of motherhood,” I growl.
“Fuck you, you arrogant bastard,” Boss snaps, whipping the back of her hand against my face before I even realize what’s happened. “Just because you have fucked-up views on women doesn’t mean all women are that way. I for one take care of those I love. It’s what makes me a damn good Prez.”
With that, she storms out of the room, leaving me alone in my office with Cherry Pie, who I’d forgotten all about.
“Get gone,” I order, nodding toward the door as I go to sit behind my desk.
Sitting in my chair, I reach in the bottom drawer and grab the bottle of Gentleman Jack. Taking a healthy swallow of the whiskey, I lean my head back and close my eyes.
“What the hell am I gonna do with this woman?”
Chapter Eight
Boss
I’ve been here for a little over a day and Stoney and I have been butting heads, trying to decide what the proper way to deal with this all would be. He wants to do one thing, and I want to do another. Meanwhile, I’ve had Ricochet and Venom following up on a lead.
I had them go over to Dolly’s Playhouse, the strip club that the Devil’s Riot MC owns, and speak to that girl Tiny. They had a lengthy conversation with her, even though she was reluctant to talk to them at all. Ricochet kept texting me, telling me how she wasn’t biting the bait, so I told him to bring out all the charms on her. He could make anyone like him, I swear.
About an hour later, I got a text from him saying they were going to stay at the club and wait for that regular to show up so they could ask him questions about the people he was talkin’ about. I’ve been staying at Stoney’s clubhouse so I don’t tip him off that I have something going on behind the scenes. Ricochet kept texting me about how small this chick is too, which is definitely how she got her name.
So, I’ve been sitting here in Stoney’s clubhouse, arguing with the bastard for the last couple hours. If I keep him occupied, he won’t realize Ricochet and Venom have been stirring up some shit in his neck of the woods.
I glance down at my phone and spot another text from Ricochet.
Spoke to that guy Charles. He got some sort of pamphlet shit from the people. Heading out with Venom to pay ‘em a visit now. They’re about twenty minutes away.
I already don’t like this. He’s not supposed to be going straight to the devil’s doorstep, so to speak, and letting these fuckers know we’re on their trail. I type back quickly.
No, don’t. You can go nosing around but you sure as fuck better not alert them. We’re making progress here, Ricochet. Don’t go fucking it all up or I’ll have your head on a platter.
“You look pissed,” Stoney mutters from the chair across from me.
I look up from my phone and try not to let my emotions show. “Bullshit back home. I’m sure you know what it’s like. You leave here often, don’t you?”
“On occasion, but
