Chapter 1
Hound
“ T hat’s it. Just. Like. That. Take it all!
” I growl out into my sex fueled bedroom, the smell of sweat, sex and cum surrounds me just as tighten my fist around the clump of brunette hair.
Fucking the life out of them, the way my dick is being clamped like a vice every time I reenter their tight little hole.
“Ahh god that feels so good!” they exclaim in a muffle through my bed sheets, I just push their back down further which in turn forces their face deeper into the bed. I hate when they’re vocal.
“Shut the fuck up! Just take it!” I roar just as I rear back nearly pulling all the way out that is until I take my lube and dribble over their asshole and stick my forefinger inside there needing more friction, needing it even tighter and wanting them to feel the pinch of pain from me fucking them for days!
Wanting to split them from the inside I take a quick glance and see the streaks of blood and lube on my condom covered dick.
Ahh such a pretty sight and the muffle of a hiss only spurs me on, I pump faster and more ferociously in their ass, they don’t ask to stop they’re keeping up with my tempo with every push and pull.
Wanting and needing that euphoric feeling wash over me, my hips are frantically chasing it like a starving man.
I can practically taste it on my tongue, my nails pinch and dig into the meaty flesh on the top of their thighs.
Watching the thick chestnut hair move arching their back eager for more, as they do I wrap my hand around their neck using them as leverage as I pound my dick harder as I reach the precipice I’ve been chasing, eventually the zing shoots down my spine straight into my balls and the euphoria erupts over my whole body, just as I roar into the room I cum hard.
“Fuuuck!” Jerking from the aftershocks I calm the pumping enough to withdraw the sound of the lube squelching, hissing, and panting the only sounds fill the warmth of the room.
Pushing off the bed I stroll over to my attached bathroom and discard my very full condom tying it in a knot throwing it in the trash can.
Swiveling around I catch a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror running my hand through my hair and grabbing the nape of neck as I get myself ready for the hang on bullshit that happens, what don’t they get its fucking nothing else nothing more, no feelings none of that airy fairy shit, it’s hard, dirty, fucking.
Whipping the bathroom door open, entering back into my room I make my way to stand at the end of my bed glaring down at the sweaty, naked body smack bag in the middle of it.
Swiping my palm across my face and combing my fingers through my beard, “Oi!” I grunt, nothing not a movement I think they’ve fallen asleep for fucks sake.
They’ll be just another faceless stranger in the morning, rolling my shoulders, I scan the floor and grab my pants off the floor and stab my legs into them and just zip them up.
Turning back around I grab a hold of the pile of clothes in the corner grabbing it, I sling it down at the body, jolting them awake.
“What the hell?” They squark, the look of completely bewildered painted across their faces when I tell them to get the hell out is fucking annoying and tiresome at least when I grab a club girl, they know the score they know this shit wouldn’t fly.
“It’s time to go, there’s your clothes, you need to leave I’ve got club business.” I ain’t got club business unless you count grabbing a club girl for round two but I ain’t gotta tell them shit.
“What you’re joking me right? It’s like what a little after two in the morning can I not just stay until-“
“No. I said get out, I’ve got club business, so you either get the fuck out or I am chucking you out.
So, I’m gonna give you 5 minutes to get your shit and get the fuck out!
” I growl looming over them as the click in my jaw comes back, just in time for them to scoot back and grab a hold of their clothes quickly to get ready.
Stepping back out of their way, I grab my phone from my back pocket checking messages to see if there’s anything I’ve missed; but it’s all an act I’m just tired of the way they try to hang on to more, fuck knows if it’s me they want, the club, the connections we have or my big fucking dick.
After scanning my messages again, I glance up to see them standing next to the door,
“Do you want to do this again sometime? I haven’t had it that rough for a long time.”
“Naah, don’t get it twisted this is all it is fucking.” I inform as I turn my back on them but stopped in my tracks with a response
“It doesn’t have to me you can’t tell me you do that with all-“ I end up having to retaliate and biting back, I’m growing tired of this bullshit
“Just get the fuck out, I never promised you anything Mark . You’re not that special, you were just a hole to fill so I suggest you get out now!
” I roar at the man I picked up from the clubs bar in the city, now I’m regretting that complete fuck up.
The glare and look of pure horror written on his face, he shuffles on his feet near the door flitting his eyes across the room like he’s hedging his bets.
I just stand here unmoving as clench and unclench my jaw and with a single raised eyebrow at him, waiting for him to protest and plead his case even more, but he looks like he’s about to put up a fight but then he thinks better of it, and like he was never here before he leaves not without adding some drama by slamming the door.
“Fucking pussy!” I yell out who the hell does he think he is there is no way I’m wasting what I was born with a healthy appetite for fucking but some call me a greedy mother fucker like my brothers but when you’re packing with what I’ve got I enjoy both pussy and dick.
I got lucky; I’m thick I could slit a virgin ass in two and what a fucking glorious sight that would be.
From what the club girls say to one another from TN chapter to ours it seems to run through the family.