“I need you now.” She rammed her hands into my hair and pulled her mouth up to mine.
“Fucking hell woman!” She had a way of making me go from zero to one hundred at the drop of a fucking hat. I cupped my hand on her sex and could feel that she was already soaking wet for me. “Always fucking sloppy wet for me, I love that shit.”
“Please, please, now Alex.” She tried to pull my pants off, we were all fingers and kissing. I tore her shirt and turned her toward the shelves. It was a power struggle between the both of us, I wanted her to wait, she wanted it now. I pulled her hair back and she raked her fingernails on my skin. I turned her back around, knocking quite a few bottles of liquor down. It didn’t even phase us. Nothing was going to stop us from reaching that ecstasy. She dug her hands into my pocket and pulled out the condom. She tore it open and I snatched it from her hand and put it on my cock.
“You want it now? Fine, Mikayla. Take it. Let me fill that greedy cunt.” I growled in her ear as I used my foot to kick her legs apart.
“I’m waiting. Where are you? Give it to me.” She whined as she arched her back, her hand between her legs playing with her slick pussy.
I smacked her hand away, I pressed the head of my cock at her opening, she was so tight I was always worried that I would hurt her if I was too rough. She used the shelves to push herself hard down on my cock, fully seating herself with just one thrust.
“Shit!” I yelled out. I grabbed her hips and I pounded into her. She rolled her hips with every thrust.
“Alex, yes. More, more, Alex please.” her body shook and she whimpered my name as she creamed all over my rod. I felt her walls contract against me, I lifted her legs completely off the floor, her arms and head on the small shelf that used to house a few bottles of liquor.
“No, you asked for it, now you take all of it. Every fucking drop!” I pistoned into her as she whimpered into her own arms.
I felt my balls tighten up and my muscles start to tense. She clenched her pussy at the exact moment my orgasm started.
“Motherfuck! Mikayla fuck! Keep doing that shit! Fuck!” I was mumbling in tongues by the time my orgasm was finished. Every time we fucked it felt like I had run a twenty mile race. She wrung me all the way out.
I waited for my head to stop spinning before I pulled out and placed her back on the floor. Her shirt was ripped but not all the way. The storage area was a complete mess. There were broken bottles and liquor all over the floor.
“Ok, they should still be partying out there. We can make it up to the room without anyone knowing anything. I fixed my pants and opened the door so we could sneak our way to the room.
We stepped out to bright lights of cameras and phones, I immediately pushed Mikki behind me to shield her semi naked form from all the bastards standing in front of me.
There was a raucous round of applause.
“Yeah, Prez!”
“Give it to her!”
“Yes! Just like that!”
“Pound that shit!”
Everyone was screaming and clapping, they all apparently were standing at the door waiting for us to finish so they could give me shit.
Mikki was beet red, I could feel the warmth burning from her body.
“Go the fuck away!” I yelled out but no one moved, everyone laughed and clapped.
I glared until I had no choice but to shake my head and smile myself before turning around to Mikki and pressing her front to mine. I wrapped her legs around me and carried her up to my room. She never raised her face. My family was embarrassing to say the least but she would find out that they would do anything for her, those girls and for me.
Chapter 16
The woman wore me out all night long, and when she wasn’t making me see stars and call to Jesus, she was taking care of Vida and Angel. The little girl was really flourishing at the club house. You could tell it was because she finally felt safe. No longer did she have to worry about someone jumping from around the corner and stealing her away.
I sat at the bar and watched Ink fight with the tap in order to get a good head on the beer. Mick was a master at the bar and since he was no longer with us there was no one to take his place. Poor Ink was thrown back there and he had no idea what the fuck he was doing, I would go back there myself but there was a strong part of me that knew that if I started to drink again, I wouldn’t stop. I would be in the corner shaking and vomiting from a relapse within hours.
The door burst open and a few members, some I had seen before and others that I hadn’t come strolling in. I looked down at their kuttes and I knew their patch instantly. All of them were members of the Spawns of Chaos. Apparently in my absence the Wings of Diablo and the Spawns of Chaos became brother charters. Rooster was beat in as Wing and Wire beat in as a Spawn. Our problems were their problems and vice versa. It was a good idea. We could use all the help that we could get, but from the look on
