8. Raker
CHAPTER 8
Raker
“ W hat’s the matter?” I asked Sunni, feeling rage tighten my muscles.
Rage fueled me, rage powered me.
What had happened to my father would never happen to me.
Taken down by one of his own brothers in a dispute over a club girl, my mother’s heart broken.
In the desert, all that mattered was power and holding onto it.
My anger still burned as I raked my eyes down Sunni’s body.
Fucking Apostle, with his yes, cousin and of course, cousin , trying to rush me.
I wasn’t quite ready to send Sunni out yet. That would happen only when I said so.
There was an angry heat in my veins and I kicked off my boots.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Raker, I—have to tell you something and I’m afraid you’ll be angry,” she said.
I frowned a bit. The rage crawling under my skin meant I needed to fuck right away, fuck some of this fury out, because me with a simmering temper was good for no one.
“What is it?” I asked, lying back in the bed. “Get your clothes off and don’t make me ask you twice.”
She crawled after me on the bed and grasped her shirt, pulling it up and exposing a few inches of her taut flesh.
Fuck, there was something about Sunni. . .
“I’m afraid you’ll send me away. I know you don’t like girls like this to apply to work for the Saints.”
“Just tell me,” I said sternly, reaching up impatiently to roll her shirt over her head. “That’s an order.”
“I—was a virgin, Raker,” she said, hanging her head down. “You are the only man I’ve ever had sex with.”
I stilled for a moment, my hand reflexively stroking Sunni’s long, thick strawberry blonde hair. Glints from the afternoon sun lit it up, shining a glittering burnished red.
Of course
I should have known.
It wasn’t that it was not permitted to apply as a virgin. I just hadn’t expected anyone who was only a virgin to get through the screening process, someone with no experience with men to be able to please me well enough to stand out among the many other women who’d be applying.
But Sunni had.
My cock throbbed in my jeans.
The more I thought of it, the more pleasurable the idea was that she had come as a virgin.
“So I’m the only man to ever fuck you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, running her hands nervously down her thighs, her tight nipples pebbling against her thin bra.
“Come here.”
She climbed eagerly over me, already reaching down for the button on my jeans.
“I only want you, Raker. I don’t want anyone else.”
Her eyes shone with sincerity and devotion as she was poised over my body. Her thighs felt wet with one leg on either side of mine.
How turned-on she always was, just to see me. She never needed lube, toys, anything. She was always wet and ready for me.
“You only want to fuck me?” I asked for the pleasure of it, as I ran my hand down her body, rubbing her rosy tight little nipples to watch her eyes widen and her breath come so fast she was gasping.
“Yes, Raker!” she said eagerly, crawling up so both her thighs were spread wide over mine. My cock twitched, heavy in my pants as she bent to kiss my chest, putting her hands on my skin as I felt a shiver of lust up my spine.
“I only want to please you, Raker.”
It didn’t matter what else I had done that day. Sunni could always make my cock stand fucking to attention.
“Is that why you’re always shying away from the other brothers?” I asked.
“That’s why—that’s one reason why. . . some—some of the other brothers frighten me.”
“Who frightens you?” I asked with a frown.
I was not usually the possessive type. After all, the Saints MC shared all the women we employed. But if anyone had been an asshole to Sunni. . .
“Well? Who?” I asked as she hesitated.
My cock was hard as a rock now, precum leaking from the tip as she nervously ran her hands up and down my sides.
“Apostle,” she finally said, her voice almost a whisper.
“Apostle?” I snapped. “What has he done?”
I had a hard time envisioning the holy man as doing anything. He was too weak and mild.
“I can’t. . . nothing specific. He just creeps me out.”
It was very flattering how much Sunni cared for me, how intensely devoted she was to my pleasure, but I was ready to stop talking about this so she could fuck me with those pretty happy eyes again. And I had a zero tolerance policy for drama.
“You don’t need to be afraid of him,” I said, just to shut her up and remove that worry line from between her brows. “You’re here for me.”
“Oh, Raker, do you really mean that?” she asked, her eyes suddenly glistening with tears.
I felt annoyed that this was still a topic. Sunni was usually not like this. She knew I did not like whore drama or to bring anything like that into the bedroom.
But her wet pussy moved against the thick bulge in my seam, and I wanted to fuck her right then.
“I do,” I said, moving her hand to my zipper so she pulled it down eagerly as my cock finally fucking sprung free. “You’re here for me only. You don’t have to fuck any of the other brothers. Just me.”
Sunni squealed with joy, throwing her arms around my neck. “Oh, Raker,” she breathed. “Do you promise? Do you really promise? Oh, I—I love you so much,” she spilled out in a rush, her face buried in my neck. I am going to make you so happy. That’s what I promise you .”
Love me? Oh, god, Sunni, you little fool, I thought with some annoyance, but her tight little tits were pressing against my chest, and her wet little cunt wiggling around right near my cock, so I put my hand on her hips, stilling her instantly and I dragged her warm pussy down over the head of my dick.
Her happy tears were still wet on my throat, but I groaned as my cock parted her lips. Tight, sweet pussy.
She gasped and moaned as I forced her to go slowly, inch by inch raw over my throbbing member.
“Just for a little bit,” I said.
Then I thrust my hips and sheathed my cock fully inside her as she gasped in shock.
It felt fucking amazing to be taking her raw, and her wet little cunt seemed to suck every inch of my cock, like her body was eager, greedy for me.
Slick wet heat, Sunni on top of me and I watched as her mouth opened wide in pleasure, her nipples hardening to unbelievably tight little points.
She began to ride me, jerky quick strokes, a little groan and gasp at each one, like she was trying to control herself.
I loved her riding me.
I needed to grab a condom. It was right over there on my bedside table.
But fuck, she felt so goddamn good.
I felt her thighs tremble as she began to rock back and forth on my cock, anxious to get it all inside her, but I gripped her hips firmly.
“Slow down, baby. I need to get protection.”
There was something unusual and pleasurable about knowing mine was the only cock that had been in her narrow channel.
Fucking hell
I needed to pull out, needed to put the protection on, but I could last a few more seconds.
And then she came suddenly, a loud throaty cry breaking from her lips, her belly pulsating as she rode me, those tight taut nipples a rosy pink now, and I felt myself start to come. Groaning, I pulled out and came straight up her belly and between her breasts, my cum spraying across her writhing body as she rode out the rest of her orgasm on my thighs, soaking me and the bed.
I watched my cock twitch ropes of cum across those pretty tits and knew I had the best of both worlds. A perfectly behaved and pious wife for my image and the sweetest little whore to warm my bed.