Page 96 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
Then she lifted herself up, positioning herself between my legs instead. Her eyes were on my cock. It was standing right up, erect and heavy between my thighs. Was I too big for her? Was that what she was thinking? Maybe she was afraid that I’d hurt her.
Her mouth parted and I could see her starting to breathe hard. Something told me that she was happy with what she saw.
“Show me what you can do with that mouth of yours,” I growled. I was growing impatient. I needed to be inside her in some way. Ensley met my eyes, for a second, I thought I detected a flash of nervousness again and then she reached for my cock.
Her hands, small and pale, wrapped around my cock and she positioned her mouth right over the tip. My arms were splayed on either side of me on the bed. I was itching to reach out and shove her down over my cock in a jolt. I was ravenous for her. I had waited all night to have her again, and now I couldn’t wait anymore.
“Wow,” she breathed, and a soft smile formed on her face before she opened her mouth wider. Her lips were pink and luscious, and her mouth looked too small for me now. I clenched my jaws as she slowly brought her mouth down on me.
I felt her tiny tongue flick against the top of my cock. I nearly growled out with pleasure. She looked like she was holding a huge lollipop in her hands and she didn’t know what to do with it.
I watched her gulp as she opened her mouth even more, and pushed her head down over my cock. It blew my mind. I hadn’t expected it to feel this fucking amazing.
“Fuck!” I yelled, as I felt my cock rub against her tongue and slide up further till the tip was grazing against the back of her mouth. Ensley almost gagged on my cock and quickly pulled it out of her mouth.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I hissed. I was beyond politeness now. I needed that mouth on my cock, and there was no backing out now. She opened her mouth again, her eyes were watery, but she stuck her tongue out.
Suddenly, like a pro, she ran her tongue along the length of my cock and then popped the top right into her mouth.
“Good girl,” I groaned and straightened myself up so that I was sitting up on the bed now. Ensley was between my legs, her bare bubble ass was sticking out as she started sucking my cock.
I grabbed the top of her head to keep her in position as she sucked on me. I could feel it going deep down her throat, and she pulled it out. There was friction with her tongue and her mouth filled with my length.
I was wrong in thinking that she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Her sweet mouth was just the right size, and she stuffed it with my cock, in and out till I knew I was going to lose control.
I twined her hair around my fingers, growling and grunting with every suck she gave my cock. Ensley was moaning too, and I could feel my cock throbbing and moving in her mouth. She was perfect, her mouth was on fire, dragging me in and then sliding me out. Nothing had felt so good before. She looked like she was enjoying making me lose control.
Her body moved backward and forwards, and I ran a hand down her back, cupping her left asscheek and giving it a squeeze. Her body was slender and easy to bend, and I rammed my cock harder into her mouth; over and over again, and she moaned louder.
I held on to her and growled, just as I shot my seed right into her throat. I could feel myself jerking as I emptied into her violently and like a champ, Ensley didn’t stop sucking me. I could feel the release take over my body and my eyes rolled back in my head. I was filling her mouth with my cum, and it felt like I was on a high.
When I was done, I fell right back on the bed. My cock slid out of her mouth and was still erect, throbbing, and the tip was pink with satisfaction.
I still felt groggy. My body was recovering from the jolt of coming in her mouth. I just needed a few minutes, and then I’d be ready to be inside her again.
My phone rang loudly in the pocket of my jeans, snapping both of us out of the moment. I reached for it and saw that it was a text from Jamison. They had all assembled for Church at Dirty Harry’s.
“Shit!” I growled, jumping out of bed. I’d forgotten about the text I’d sent out to the group the previous night before I got the call from Ensley.
“What’s going on?” she asked, as I tried to hurriedly dress myself. This was exactly the reason why I didn’t like to take all my clothes off. Even to fuck a woman, all I really needed was to pull down my pants!
“I have to go to the meeting. I’ll bring up what we discussed last night,” I said, throwing my leather cut haphazardly on my shoulders.
Immediately I could sense the emerging fear in the room. Ensley was scared again.
I reached down and held her chin with my fingers.
“You’re going to be fine. He doesn’t know where you live. He sent the mail to your publicist didn’t he?” I said, remembering that little detail she’d told me the previous night, in the middle of her panic. Ensley nodded her head.
“Just don’t leave the house, don’t answer phone calls and I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m going to figure all this out, okay?” I said, and she nodded her head. I looked into her eyes, and I could see the change of expression.
She seemed to have forgotten all about it when we were together, and now with me leaving; it was back on her mind again. I wished I could just click my fingers and make it all go away. There was nothing more I wanted than to see her feeling relaxed and happy.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. You should go,” Ensley said. I kissed her on her forehead before I rushed out of her bedroom. Picking the helmet off the floor, I walked out of her apartment and shut the door behind me.
I still couldn’t believe everything that had happened since the previous evening. I couldn’t remember the last time I had fallen asleep with a woman beside me and been happy to see her there the next morning. How had she made such a huge impact in my life, in such a short time?
I jumped on my bike and rode in the direction of the bar. It was time to convince my brothers to get on board with the new idea.
***
I waited a few moments at the door of Dirty Harry’s before I stepped inside. This morning, just like the previous night, had been a mad ride. I hadn’t ever woken up before, needing a woman the way I had needed Ensley.
I was still reeling from the aftereffects of having her mouth on my cock. I could feel her plump lips tightening around the tip of my cock, her small mouth taking the length in. I was so ready to have her again, I had been so close to pulling her back into my arms and sinking my cock into her pussy, but my damn phone had gone off.
Clenching my jaw, I walked into the bar. It was morning, so the bar was empty. Dave, our bartender, was busy restocking bottles of beer behind the counter and he gave me a mock salute when I walked in. Things had been quiet around here since the night at the port. Usually, even in the morning, there were a few oldies with hangovers still hanging around from the previous night or back early morning to quench their thirsts. Not today though, not these days.
Our usual clientele, the local regulars apart from the club members who hung out at the bar had started to stay away from Dirty Harry’s these days. Nobody wanted any trouble, and the Grim Reapers were trouble now.
Dave tipped his head backward, indicating the crew was already inside the office. I walked in, my head still fuzzy with thoughts of Ensley and I found the boys waiting for me. I had never been late to Church before, but I was the President now, so none of them dared to ask me where I’d been.
I tried to push thoughts of Ensley out of my head. She was nothing more than a beautiful woman with a beautiful laugh. I tried to convince myself that there was nothing special about her, other than a smashing body and a tight pussy, but I was failing miserably at it. I could already feel myself falling for her, and this was going to turn out to be a disaster.
The guys stood up when I walked in. These were men who were brothers to me. We rode together, we fought together, and we drank together but ever since Enzo went to prison and I was the new President, their attitude toward
s me had changed a little. They wanted to make sure that they were always respectful of me. I didn’t want that kind of formality, but if Enzo were here, he would have reminded me that it was exactly this respectful attitude I needed, in order to keep everyone in check. I was now in a position of authority, and I needed to act that way. So, I went along with it.
“So, ideas. Anybody got any?” I began. I needed to first establish that we didn’t have any other choice so that accepting Ensley’s offer would seem attractive to everyone.
Brooks, Jamison, Topher, and Beckett were sitting around the table while I stood at one end of it. They looked at each other, slightly uncomfortably, and I could predict that none of them had thought of anything. They clearly didn’t have any new ideas in the past three days, and they were ashamed of it.
“We’re not sure if going legit is the right idea,” Beckett spoke up, and I glared at Topher, who was the treasurer. He shifted in his seat and drew in a deep breath. I had backed him into a corner.
“I hate to admit it, but money-wise, going legit is the best way we can hide our dough while pulling in some more,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. The others didn’t seem too pleased by that statement, and I caught Brooks shaking his head.
“Listen up brothers, this is what we need to do. Not just that, but these are Enzo’s orders. I know you don’t want to go legit, neither do I, but we don’t have a choice right now, and Enzo is right,” I said. Jamison clapped his hands together like he had suddenly come up with a great idea.
“What about Dirty Harry’s?” he said, echoing the same thoughts I’d been having the previous night.
“It’s already a set-up business, and it would be the perfect front!” he exclaimed, and I gripped the back of the chair in front of me.
“First of all, it’s not a front that we’re looking for. We have to genuinely look for a new business. Enzo wants us to stay low, and we can only do that by not getting into any more shit,” I said. Jamison shook his head and looked away. I didn’t think that it was going to be so hard to convince these guys.
“And secondly, you think Dirty Harry’s pulls in enough dough to keep us happy? To give us the standard of living we are used to?” I continued, and the guys were staring at me. I had finally struck a chord with them.
It wasn’t just about finding something for us to do, we had to find something that was lucrative, that would keep the cash flowing in.
