Chapter Five
Storm
Almost three years ago...
I watched her at the bar, my dark eyes following her every move. I was on the prowl tonight. A predator, dangerous, desperately looking for something, someone particular to fulfill my specific needs, and she checked all the damn boxes.
Any other time and I wouldn’t be scoping out the general population, not when I typically kept a piece at the club for my deviant desires, but my latest piece went and fucked everything up by getting herself pregnant.
Wasn’t fucking proud of what I did, but the rules were clear.
No fucking piece was ever going to trap me.
Bitch fucking knew what would happen. Well, the joke was on her. Because when she told me, I didn’t give her a chance to explain as I forced her to take the pills that would get rid of it. Then I fucking dragged her ass down into the mailroom until I fucking knew for certain nothing remained.
Kids were a complication I wanted no part of. Ever.
Since then, I’ve steered clear of the club, leaving her in the capable hands of Payne. Bitch threatened to rain holy hell down on me, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Sitting in the corner, I spun my phone on the bar, waiting for Payne to tell me the bitch was bleeding. Piece wasn’t leaving until blood dripped down her legs and Bane confirmed nothing remained.
That was twenty-four hours ago and the longer it took, the more pissed off I got. To make matters worse, some fucknut tried to get one over on my mom. Bastard was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Breathe, Storm. Payne will text,” Montana said, sitting across from me.
“What the fuck is taking so long?”
“You need to forget about that bitch and move on. Not your fault, cunt jacked your stash.”
“I should have locked them up.”
My phone vibrated on the table.
Flipping it over, I read the incoming text.
Payne: bitch is bleeding.
Releasing the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I quickly responded.
Me: have Bane confirm and kick to the curb.
Pocketing my phone, I leaned forward and downed the tumbler of whiskey before me.
Slapping me on the back, Montana got to his feet and stretched, before downing the rest of his whiskey. “You need me to stay?”
“No, head home. Thanks, Montana.”
“No problem.”
My eyes were drawn away from him as I noticed the woman who had piqued my curiosity. As soon as I caught sight of her entering, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her shyness and vulnerability, both of which tantalized my senses.
Her choice of clothing for the occasion was on the conservative side; she wore a black pinstriped skirt that ended just above her knee, a white button-down blouse with the top two buttons intentionally left open and completed the ensemble with a pair of fashionable strappy sandals. Her hair, which was long and brown, cascaded down in gentle waves, nearly reaching the curve of her heart-shaped ass.
The next thing I knew, we were stumbling into her apartment. Ripping and shredding clothes as fast as we could. I couldn’t tear my gaze away when she effortlessly slipped out of her skirt, allowing it to drop to the ground and then playfully kicking it away, along with her sandals, leaving her standing naked before me.
Holy mother of God.
She was fucking perfect.
Grabbing my hand, she dragged me to her bedroom, where she scrambled onto her bed.
Swiftly, I seized her ankles, drawing her closer to me, while my fingers tightened around her breast, sensing the subtle transformation of her nipple hardening against my palm. With a firm grip, I closed my thumb and forefinger over the hardened nipple, savoring the sensation as I began to roll and pinch it, eliciting a low moan from her.
I maintained my grip on her nipple, gently pinching and rolling it, while my other hand skillfully found its way between her legs, igniting a fiery passion within her.
With careful precision, I slipped my finger between her lips, tracing slow circles around her clit, relishing the feeling of it growing engorged and her arousal intensifying.
With a hungry desire, I took her nipple into my mouth, skillfully exploring its sensitivity with the flick of my tongue and the gentle graze of my teeth. As her gasps and moans grew louder, I bit down harder on the nub between my teeth, increasing the pressure. Working one of my large fingers into her tight cunt, I slowly stroked in and out when the tip of my finger came across something miraculous.
No fucking way!
Treading carefully because I knew I was somewhat drunk, I carefully wiggled my finger inside her tight pussy once more, when I confirmed what I was feeling.
I damn near came right then and there.
Careful not to break the thin barrier that confirmed her virginity, my mouth chewed on her hard nipple, sucking and biting it, hearing her deep moans as I manipulated her body.
I’d have to be dead to pass this shit up.
No man could walk away from virgin pussy.
Well, none that I knew.
I lifted her leg and placed it over my thigh, opening her thighs wide. With a tender touch, I playfully smacked her, fully aware of the added excitement it would bring. I explored a range of erotic sensations, arousing her with a mix of clit teasing, finger penetration, and playful spanking. Her body bucked and writhed beneath me. Her moans became more frenzied as I played her body to perfection.
“Don’t cum without my permission, Precious,” I warned.
She moaned and gasped, indicating she was close.
Her hips found a rhythm, bucking and humping against my hand as I teased her.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Please what?” I tormented.
“I need,” she begged.
“What do you need, Precious?” I softly cooed, already knowing what her body wanted as I sucked and bit her nipple, driving her close to the edge.
She whimpered against my broad shoulder, fighting to maintain control. Her body writhed and gyrated against me, as her hips humped against my hand, arching up for each spank I gave her.
I hadn’t planned on fucking her tonight. She was drunk and so was I, but the second I walked her into her apartment and she smacked a hungry kiss on me, I threw all caution to the wind.
After the last fucking shitty couple of days I had, I deserved a little fun.
Besides, my cock was leading this charge. It could almost taste the promised land, and just the thought of sinking into virgin territory had my cock so fucking rock hard I could bend steel.
“Please,” she begged, her body on the verge, and when she grabbed my face, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, that was all I could take.
I rolled on top of her, parted her thighs with my body as I reached over and grabbed my cut. Quickly finding what I was looking for, I smirked when I grabbed both of her wrists and pushed them above her head, as I quickly secured her wrists to the headboard with the cuffs I always kept on me.
Sliding down her body, I yanked her toward me, so that her arms stretched out above her head. I sat back on my heels between her thighs, pushed her thighs up against her while I looked at her pink cunt glistening in the dim lights.
I couldn’t resist the urge as I reached out and stroked my hard, throbbing cock, relishing in the sensation. Its mushroom head was a vibrant purple and pulsated with a sharp, painful sensation. I’d teased her as much as I’d teased myself.
Skillfully, I circled and squeezed her engorged clit, intensifying her pleasure. With each movement, her hips pressed against my hand, her passionate moans becoming deeper as her body arched.
Unable to wait any longer, I hunched down over her, my hard throbbing cock sliding up and down against her wet slit as I latched on to one of her nipples, sucking and biting against it. I lined the head of my cock up with her tight hole, biting down on her nipple when I thrust inside her. Hearing her sharp cry as I plunged into her cunt spurred me on, and I wasted no time ripping through her thin barrier. My free hand pinched and pulled her other nipple while I sucked hard against the one in my mouth.
My hips stilled as I waited for her to grow accustomed to the size of me.
Slowly, I started moving in and out of her tight cunt, before rocking back on my heels to pull her ass up so I could watch my thick cock slide in and out. The sight of her pussy sucking my cock within her mesmerized me.
Her anguished cries soon turned to lusty screams as I continued to fuck her with a punishing rhythm. One of my hands reached up to tug at her nipple as I took her, her cries turning into low, deep moans.
“Fuck, you are tight,” I commented as I continued to thrust deep inside her, fucking her tight cunt.
I continued to fuck her slowly, pushing my full length into her and then pulled out almost completely before plunging in deeply again. I could feel her hot walls stretching to accommodate my wide girth. Her hips found my rhythm, greedily meeting each stroke I gave her.
I hunched over her again, my lips and tongue plundering her mouth as my cock ravaged her virgin cunt. Bringing her legs up high, I felt my cock sink even deeper into her tightness. Hearing her sharp gasp as I filled her completely, sent me into overdrive, and I became lost in her body. In and out, I rammed into her cunt. Her deep moans muffled against my mouth as our tongues tangled.
Holy fuck. She fit me like a glove.
A tight, white-hot glove. Her cunt muscles clenched tightly against my cock when I let go and fucked her wildly. Feeling my balls tighten and my cock swell, I pulled my lips from hers as my cock rammed deep with each thrust. Her head rolled back and forth as low deep moans ripped from her belly.
“Cum, Precious. NOW!” I roared as I seated myself deep, my cock spasming and filling her with torrents of hot seed. A shrill scream ripped from her lips as her body exploded. Her cunt convulsed around my cock, sucking me deeper into her.
Holy fuck!
My cock twitched as I continued to thrust deep within her, coming for a second time. Her tight cunt milked every drop from my balls.
Collapsing on top of her, my head spun from the once-in-a-lifetime orgasm.
When I finally untangled myself from her, she was completely asleep.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I looked at the clock on her nightstand and groaned.
It was late. I needed to get back.
Looking over my shoulder, I stared at the sleeping woman and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember her name. Not that it mattered.
I would never see her again.
After removing my handcuffs and getting dressed, I found a small notepad and thought about leaving my name and phone number. A small part of me wanted to see her again.
But in the end, I just wrote a simple note.
‘Thanks for the good time.’
“Let me get this straight,” Montana growled as he slammed me against the wall. “The night this club helped you get rid of one fucking problem, you created another!”
“Jesus, man,” Fury groaned. “Even I’m not that fucking reckless.”
“It wasn’t my finest moment, okay?”
“Not cleaning this up,” Malice snarked, leaning against the wall, munching on a fucking green apple.
“No one asked you to,” I snarled at the crazy son of a bitch.
“Storm,” Vicious, the club’s voice of reason, spoke up. “Have you given any thought to what you are going to do now?”
“No,” I clipped. “I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that I have a kid.”
“If you wrapped something else, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.”
“Thank you, Happy, for your pearls of wisdom.” I groaned, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked at Montana. “Did you see the way she reacted when she saw me? She hates me.”
“Bitch has reason, brother. You left a shitty note.”
“And she’s raised your kid all alone, with no help from you,” Payne added.
“And from what Shame’s been able to find out, she’s not had it easy, either. Your baby momma can barely feed your kid, let alone herself. Lives in a dump near the Port Authority and works a part-time job. Seriously, dude. She’s hard up,” Mercy muttered, looking at his phone. “The mom, Delany Campbell, is twenty-eight years old. Born in the city, to David and Anna Campbell. Dad was an NYC firefighter who lost half his station in 9/11. Afterwards, Mr. Campbell moved the family to Arizona, where he and his wife died in a house fire some years later. Delany was seventeen at the time. She moved back to the city and lived with her relatives until attending NYU for business. Now, this is interesting. Callaway Investments hired her right out of college. The girl was good, then suddenly she was fired for poor investment performance? What the fuck does that mean?”
“Fuck if I know. Who was her boss?”
“Peter Dowell?”
“Shit,” I cursed, shaking my head. “Peter Dowell is a fucking douche. Bastard has several HR complaints against him, but when investigated, the women either change their mind or quit.”
“So, it’s safe to say this douchebag could be the reason she’s no longer employed by your company?” Fury questioned.
“Yeah.”
“Storm?” Tessa’s voice broke in. Looking up, the Prez’s ol’ lady said, “Delany would like to speak with you.”