Chapter 11
Zane
I nearly blew away my powder the moment she let the blanket drop. When I imagined her naked body, I didn’t picture all that. She had nice plump breasts with child-bearing hips, sexy legs, and a small fairy tattoo just above her hip bone. She was a true redhead; the carpet matched the drapes perfectly.
I was used to having women toss themselves at me, thoughthose were typically patch chasers—women who thought it was cool to be with a man in a one percent motorcycle club. Most other women were too intimidated to approach me. Many admitted to being afraid of saying something that might offend me due to my condition. And almost everyone was afraid to look me in the eye—not this woman, though.
Sliding my blow to the side, I pulled out my phone and looked at the clock. We didn’t really have time for this. Me and the other guys were on a tight schedule. Today was the only day we could get our hands on our third little piggy without having to wait another month for an opening. But looking at the perfection before me had my cock twitching.
I didn’t often make it a habit of sharing women. I especially didn’t like them being handed to me like I was to be pitied. I didn’t need those guys to help me get over Jennifer. It was my choice to break up with her, not the other way around. If I fucked this woman, and she continued to hang out at the clubhouse, how awkward would that be? Not to mention, what if the pussy was actually good, and I wanted more? I didn’t know the stupid rules Keith and Taven played by. Did they expect this to be a one-time thing like all the others? Or would they keep sharing?
Sighing, I leaned back. “I can’t really do much with my knee right now. It hurts to even sit in this chair.”
With a sexy grin, she leaned forward, gripping the table tightly and licking her lips. She wanted me to hit it from behind. Fuck! What was I supposed to do? The longer I sat there staring at her “fuck me eyes,” thehardermy dick got. Grunting, I got to my feet. My knee wasn’t sprained or broken; I just bruisedthe shit out ofit when we went after that pig the other night. I could suck it up for a bit, though. It would have to be a quicky.
Moving behind her, I looked down at her wet, glistening pussy. The mere sight of it almost made my mouth water. I wanted nothing more than to dive face-first into her hot cunt. Say what you will, but eating pussy was one of my favorite past times. “We’re really on a tight schedule.” I ran my hand between her lips.
She let out a soft moan, letting one of her hands reach down between her legs. “We can make it quick.”
“You asked for it.”
Before either of us could change our minds, I freed myself from my pants; a wave of relief flowed through my body as my rock-hard cock slid out from the constraining space. I used some of her juices to lube myself up, gripped her hips tightly, and slid inside. A groan escaped my lips the moment the base pressed up against her plump ass. With such little time to waste, I decided Iwasn’t going tobe too gentle. I gave it everything I had, ramming my shaft deep into her hole. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, barely drowned out by her loud moaning. I don’t think God really appreciated how often she screamed his name.
The next time she shouted, I slapped her ass hard, leaving a beautiful handprint on her pale cheek. Her fingers still roughly rubbed her clit, and suddenly, her screams stopped. Her mouth hung open in a silent cry as she came. When she finallytook a breath, she crossed her legs, and that was all she wrote. The sudden change in pressure caused me to shoot my load. My cry of pleasure echoed throughout the room.
After catching my breath, I slowly slid out, and she turned to me with a toothy grin. “Did you like it?”
“I never had a chick do that before.”
She winked, picked up the blanket, and marched out the door.