1. Colton

1850 Words
ColtonIt’s so motherfucking hot. I kick the sheet off of me and roll to my side. A small, delicate arm drapes over me, following my motion. Inside, I cringe. I absolutely hate it when they overstay their welcome. And this chick’s been here way too long for my liking. I slide her arm off of me, watching it fall fast to the bed below. I’d hoped that would wake her up, maybe even give her the signal that it is time for her to skedaddle, but she doesn’t do anything but snore softly through her open mouth. Is she this clueless with the other guys? After a few moments of staring daggers at her closely shut eyelids, I give up. I scoot myself over to the side of the bed and get myself up. It’s early still – probably only 5 or so. I should be sleeping last night’s ride off, but instead I was an i***t that took some company. I know better. After a turnout ride, I’m usually hyped up, amped up, ready to do some damage. Taking a broad from the club home is pretty much guaranteed to be bad news. They’re tired and run-down and this girl is no different. I’ve had her before. I groan as I emerge from the bathroom. She must have heard me leave. Now she’s sitting up near the top of the bed, her knees pulled to her naked chest. From this angle, I can just see the hint of curly p***y hair greeting me. Her cracking voice calls to me in the dark, “Colton, come back to bed. We got things to do.” I set down the glass of water I brought back with me on my dresser and stand my ground. “Get going, Vanessa. You know this ain’t a fuckin’ hotel.” “But I’m different. You know that.” She unwraps her arms, exposing her small, apple sized breasts to me. She’s young, perky, everything a club guy could want. And most of the men count down their days until it’s their turn to take her. But she’s vanilla. And once a girl’s been taken enough times, I’m ready to toss ‘em. No point in keeping bad p***y around. “Okay, Vanessa. Cut the s**t. You know you can’t stay here. This ain’t your place, and it sure as s**t ain’t your bed to sleep in. Get goin’.” She stands, her long, thin legs folding under her and those apple t**s bouncing a bit from the motion. Her hips sway as they saunter in towards my direction. She lifts her arms above her head, bringing my eyes instantly to her chest. I can’t look away from them. They’re nearly perfect – just a little small for my taste. Still, I could suck on those perky pink n*****s all night if I had the chance. Her naked form approaches me and reaches out a hand. She touches the black hair on my chest, running her fingers through it, slightly pulling at the edges. I stand still, trying to ignore the excitement bringing me to full attention. Her dark eyes flicker once, twice, three times, as she tries to focus on my face. Behind her s*x-kitten bravado, I can tell that when she looks at me and my scarred face, she’s scared. I don’t blame her. Truth be told, I don’t treat women like her kindly. Not that I treat good women any better, mind. But she knows what she’s good for and what I want for her. Still, she gets off on it. And by the way her other hand is lingering between her thighs, I can tell that whatever danger she’s seeing in me is enough of an aphrodisiac. After a long second of her taking me in, she smiles coyly and says, “You’re right, Colton. That ain’t my bed, and I certainly shouldn’t be in it. But we don’t have to be in bed to do what we both know you want to do with me.” She doesn’t let me speak, which is good, ‘cause I don’t want to say a word anyway. She slowly pushes her hand down my chest towards my hips and down to my c**k. It’s already bulging a bit as she places it in her cold hand. I have to grab on to the chest to steady myself as she pulls gently on it, bringing me closer to her. Her erect n*****s graze my skin, and I can feel a bit of her belly against my thigh. She’s straddling one of my legs, enough for me to feel the hair covering her snatch. I get a small whiff of her hair – stale perfume, menthols, tequila. Even after an evening of rough s*x, she still smells like every club girl I know – but it’s intoxicating nonetheless. And as she starts to move that hand up and down my shaft, I give in. What’s a man to do when it’s offered up on a silver platter? But when her lips come in for a kiss, I pull away. I’m not one of those guys who get off sucking face. I want what I want. And I want it now. Instead, I put my hand on her shoulders and force her down to her knees. She needs to concentrate on my needs, not on getting herself off. She places herself at my feet and I watch as her head slowly look up at me, finding my eyes in the darkness. Her face grins as she continues to stroke me. “Is this good, Colton?” she asks meekly, trying to play innocent. I’ll give her this – she ain’t a beginner at this sort of thing. She knows what to do with her hands as she begins alternating back and forth from the left and the right in a steady rhythm. My c**k is responding by pulsating around her pumps. The motion grows faster and faster, and even I need to stagger out of her grip so I can rest my back against the cold plaster wall of my bedroom. She laughs as she follows me to where I've moved. That’s enough. This girl has had too much fun. As she stands, thinking that I’m done with her, I push her back down. Hard. She nearly flies to the floor with a thud, but she catches herself with her hands. I wrap and twist her long, black hair around my hand and order her head to look at me. With a growl, I say, “You f*****g laughing at me? Who the f**k do you think you are?” She doesn’t answer. She’s a good little servant. She wants this. She wants to get punished by the second in command. This is like biker club heaven for a low ranked pass on like her. I add, “Now, you’re gonna take my c**k in your mouth and suck it like the slut you are. You got it?” I don’t let her say a word. I push her head towards my bulging, hard c**k and let her suck me in. Her mouth is dry at first, but I can feel it become moist and soft with each of my thrusts into her. She gags and coughs as I go deeper but then steadies herself. She gets into it, rocking in and out towards me without me having to do the work. Her hands grip onto my thigh as she lets out a long moan. I pull tighter on her hair. I don’t need to hear her to get off. Her mouth takes me in as I push and she pulls. I can feel her tongue brush up against me with each motion. She’s getting to the bottom of my shaft now as I watch in satisfaction as she follows my lead. I hear her let out another moan and I push even harder to her, not caring if she's ready for it or not. She takes it over and over again until I’m through with her. I push her off of me, sending her backwards towards the ground. I don’t give her a chance to move on her own. Instead, I wrap my arm around her waist and stand her back on her feet and place her stomach and chest on my old oak dresser. I hear it creak against her waist, but it holds steady as I find her wet folds in the darkness, driving a finger deep into her. She lets out a yell and I react instantly. I place my hand around her mouth and then enter her. I can feel the deep, moist breaths of her cries against my hand. I ease into her, wanting a taste. She’s soft and smooth. I can tell why the guys like her. She’s still just tight enough to have some traction, the good kind, the kind that puts the right friction against the flesh. I move faster, wanting to feel her folds tighten around me. I push hard, so hard the dresser almost tumbles to the ground with her on it, but I catch it with my free hand, the other still covering her mouth. I place the dresser back into place and then take a deep breath in. I don’t need to drag this out. I want to get off, and I want to get off in this girl. I go fast, pushing into her like I'm riding my bike – fast, furious, and without limits. She’s screaming more and more now as I pump my c**k into her tight little hole, and I can’t hold her yells back with just my hand. Instead, my hand moves towards her neck, slightly choking her. She lets out another yell, and I’ve had enough. I pull her to standing so that my c**k is still inside her. I grab a bandana from the top of my dresser and stuff it in her mouth as I place my hands on her hips and pull her up and down on my c**k. I’m in control, total control. That is until my body tightens and my skin pricks. A warm feeling overtakes me and I let go of her. She falls back towards the dresser, exhausted. I pump in and out as I release myself into her, emptying every last bit of me into her stretched out vag. I can feel our juices rolling down hers and my leg. She removes the bandana from her mouth, spitting it out. After clearing her throat, she turns herself towards me, flipping herself back to face me, “God, that was amazing. I had to have c*m at least twice. I love a rough guy.” She stands straight up and places her hand around my neck. I push her away, and grab my phone from under her. My eyes bulge as I look at the time. “f**k! Get your clothes. It’s time for you to go.” She protests as I throw her a blue blouse she discarded earlier. “Come on, Colton… let’s do thi—” “Did you not hear me? Get the f**k out of here!” I grab my pants and slip them over my still dripping wet c**k. I run down the stairs past the four rooms. Two of them still have men snoring loudly in it from last night’s activities. The couches and living room floor also are crowded by men in leather jackets as I step over a few of them on my way to the kitchen. I swing the door open as I hear a small voice cry out for me, “Daddy! We’re gonna be late!” Maddie throws on a backpack over her shoulders as she waits impatiently for me to walk her the six blocks to school.
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