Cowboy #2
Wiping her watering eyes, she descended, devouring my cock. When she got down as far as she could go, she stopped. Holding the back of her head, so she wouldn’t be able to move away, I instructed her, “Just relax your throat. I’ll be gentle.”
I moved in her mouth, thrusting up. She’d taken me a bit deeper.
“Fuck Darlin’.”
I thrusted again, and she made a muffled noise. It wasn’t one of pain though. I let go of her head, and she didn’t tear away. Carefully, I placed my hands in her hair again. “You're doing such a good job, Darlin’. Just a little bit farther.”
Clutching the back of her head, I carefully forced myself a half an inch deeper.
Halley began to gag, but I didn't let go. “Darlin’ that’s it.
I’m almost there.” I tried to encourage her.
My cock was in her throat, but her lips weren’t at the base of my big dick, yet.
One more quick careful thrust, and she’d take the whole thing.
I held her and closed the gap, trying my best not to cum down her throat.
“Fuck, Halley.” I was in as deep as I could get.
She gagged some more, her eyes watering, so I released her.
“Fuck Darlin’, come back here.”
“I don’t think I can do that again.”
“But you can, on your own this time.”
Halley made another attempt to deepthroat my dick. If I had any doubts she like to be dominated, they vanished from my mind. Looking down at her, I saw she was trying her best to get my dick as far down her throat as she could.
“Fuck Darlin’. That’s right.”
Halley held me only a bit in her throat, only a second before she heaved back, gasping for air. As much as I wanted to ram my cock back into her mouth and fuck her face, relentlessly, as she struggled to get away, I held back.
Still I let her know, “You’re not finished.”
Her jaw dropped as confusion along with a little fear crept over her features. This expression turned me on more than anything. This was where I’d usually just get rougher. Go Cowboy on a girl like her. But I could tell she’d had it with taking me down her throat.
“Crawl up here on my lap.”
“I thought we were just kissing and holding hands,” she said, as she sat to straddle me.
I pushed her body back, so she wouldn’t sit on it, but my cock would be between us. “We are hand holding,” I told her and took her hand in mine, wrapping it around my thick cock.
I left it there and went to undo her blouse. She always wore buttons on account of feeding the baby. After I let it fall from her shoulders, I removed her bra.
“Do you want to hold both of my hands?” I asked her.
She had no idea what I was talking about.
My hand joined hers on my cock again. My other hand took her other hand down and placed it on her pussy.
As I helped her pump my shaft, I directed her fingers to join mine in an exploration of her warm slit.
“Rub here,” I commanded. She wiggled her clit as one of my fingers slipped inside her.
We pumped my cock harder as I added another finger then another.
Halley’s pussy moved on my hand. Soon she was so into me finger fucking her, she removed her hands completely and clutched the back of my neck.
Her titties right in my face, I caught one, not caring about getting a bunch of milk with it.
I shifted my hand, so my thumb thrusted inside her pussy and my fingers splayed between her ass cheeks, rubbing her pink pucker.
Before long, she was oohing and ahhing as she climaxed.
I’d wanted her to call my name but that would wait until tomorrow. As I thought about finally fucking her, I pumped my dick harder. I exploded. I made sure to squirt all over her boobs. I rubbed the sticky mess all around for the video.
I pulled on my pants before I held her, knowing if I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to wait any longer to take my pussy. As it was, as we laid on the couch, her in my arms, we started kissing again. The video was off now. My hands made it back down below, petting her warm snatch. She was wet again.
Fuck—Halley was damned near insatiable, and her naked body was all sticky, too, covered in my spunk, a big turn on for me.
Moving my hand from her crotch, I tried to get my mind off fucking her.
“Don’t stop.” Her voice sounded so disappointed.
I ignored her sexy pout. “Tomorrow, we ride in a big parade. Will you be my date?”
“You’re asking me out?”
“If you’ll have me.”
“What about the baby?”
“I’ll find us a sitter. We’ll make a whole night out of it, if you get my drift.”
“We’ve got all night, tonight.”
“I want the first time I claim you as mine to be special.”
“Claim me?”
I couldn’t help but return my hand to her warm cave.
“Yeah, I don’t just plan to fuck you.” I thrust my fingers in her hard.
“I want to own you, Darlin’.” I drew out my fingers and licked them clean.
“Stake my claim. Make you mine. I don’t feel like I can let loose right here, right now. We’d wake the baby.”
“It’s a date, then.”
“Alrighty. Please go shower before I stake my claim right now.”
“Okay, but then, I’m going to make you dinner.”
Before long, she was out of the shower, fully clothed and pulling a casserole out of the oven. While she was gone, the baby woke up and I gave him a bottle of more than just water since Halley was pumping now. I’d even gotten him back to bed without Halley even knowing he woke up.
“Delicious,” I remarked, not knowing Halley could cook.
“I wish I could take credit, but Wanda dropped it off. She said, someone dies, and people drop off all kinds of food. Oh, I’m sorry. Were you close to him?”
“The General, yeah, but I don’t want to talk about it.”
As we ate, it was my turn to be vague. The General meant a whole hell of a lot to me although I might’ve not meant a thing to him. In spite of everything, the whole club looked up to him, all the chapters of the Asphalt Gods MC spread out in twenty states and Canada.
He was my leader, a father figure who hadn’t thrown me out, no matter what stupid mistake I made.
Sure, we had our ups and downs, but he had been a constant in my life.
Fuck, he’d given me my road name. I hadn’t thought about it for a long time, but it’d also been the first time we went after Halley.
I was green, a boy of just nineteen. Before then I was simply John, my given name.
But in the Devil’s Den, I snapped. We’d had the upper hand, but Scar had flaked out.
He’d watched his mama die so he couldn’t kill the woman he’d snatched up.
He hadn’t ever killed a woman until he offed Dixie around a month ago, surprising the ever-loving hell out of me.
Anyway, after he froze up, the enemy surrounded us. Serpentine and his officers showed once we were all trapped inside. With the crazy weather that night, we hadn’t heard them coming, had no clue they’d been onto us.
We were all as good as dead.
Everyone’s hands were up, but I’d been knocked to the ground.
Threats were silent. Our whole crew was about to be slaughtered without so much as an interrogation.
I saw my chance, went for the gun in my leg holster and shot toward a big man named Dice, if only to buy my brothers some time.
I say shot toward, because I missed him. Instead, I’d hit a little girl.
What in the fuck was a little girl doing in their clubhouse, anyway?
I hadn’t seen her beforehand, but I’d killed her all the same. Her death was something I didn’t intend, but the shock of it all saved the lot of us. Because of my stupid ass, the Gods made it out of there alive that day.
While Scar couldn’t kill a woman after witnessing his mama get slaughtered, the opposite became true for me. Anytime any killing was about to go down, I didn’t let myself think of the horrible thing I’d done by doing as much damage as I could.
Yeah, the General had loved to tell the story.
He’d say, John, he went Cowboy on their asses and killed a little devil right in the Devil’s Den.
I’d survived to tell the tell. The General turned the lowest point in my life into a defining one I could never forget, even if I thought I had.
The ghost of that little girl followed me with every mention of my name.