The Biker Giant's Claim: Ride To Desire

5

Silas~

I just wanted to be alone, but this b***h wouldn't let me. She sat on the long stool Cartel was once on and ordered from the barman a bottle of red wine hot chocolate while winking at me on each mistake of sparing her a glance.

She could get shoved away by her hair if it were one of my men, but here I was being calm, and she could be thinking of being something special that I wouldn't be able to get over. Unlike Barron, who gets hard so easily by a single caress on his chest, it takes what seems like eternity to get my shaft struggling to get freed from my pants, and this slut wouldn't even have that skill.

The ones I claimed ferociously in the past did a lot of work to get me turned on.

When I got tired of her presence, and because this was the clubroom and I couldn't kick her out that way, I got down the stool, tipped the barman as usual, and began leaving. Drogo had been working for us in that bar since we found him almost dead beside the road, lying in his own blood after being hit by a vehicle that ignored him and drove away.

He was too calm to be one of us, so having him handle the bar was the best, as it was beginning to look like his source of income, since we do not give a damn about the money he made there.

My boot slammed on the tiled floor as I had my mind in the club base so I could get a rest…but someone shoved my arm from behind. I turned to see Susie or whatever her name was, grinning before me. “Are you…nuts?” I tapped the side of my head.

She chuckled, “Why doing this? Not like I'm new here…”

“And I don't care! Most of the people here aren't new, so….

“You're always alone each time I'm here, and you think I like it?” She cut in and closed the space between us. “Dude, stop being tough and just get me under you.”

Just with my index finger, I pushed her backwards, "Don't cross the line, you w***e…”

“Agreed, I'm a w***e, and so my job is to get you close up all over me. Don't you get it? My cunt’s throbbing for…

“Shut up and get out!!” I grunted and turned around to keep walking down, but she rushed before me and spread her arms. “What's this about?”

She ran her tongue across her upper lip, “Do you think I can't get you to crave my cunt?”

“You f*****g can't! No one can do that s**t…and if there is, not you.”

“What's the duration? I'm going to have you press me to the wall here, bro….” she said confidently, as though she had some spells with her to get me down wanting her. “Agreed?”

More like a challenge, and her fingers were already running through my bare tattooed chest. “Let's see what you got, and just a few minutes before I fling you away from this entire clubhouse,” I muttered, my brows arched as I looked down at her.

I was muscular and about six foot, six inches tall, so my body hovered over hers, making it impossible for anyone from behind to see any hint of her. The way she looked at me could get a man breathing raspily and wanting to devour those lips of hers. But it rather irritated me.

“Man, if I get you hard, then I'm getting f****d until I orgasm…” she whispered, and began loosening her sleeveless top. Her boobs bounced just right before me, and she gasped while rubbing her t**s on my chest.

When I wasn't bulging, she began making way for her palm between my legs…and in a few seconds, she unbuckled me completely and was finally on her knees.

I slid my fingers into her hair, maintaining eye contact with her as she took me whole down her throat.

Seriously, I would love to get satisfied for once because she was definitely good at this, and I now understand why she thought she was a perfect match for me and didn't get away. The way she fondled my balls while sucking the whole length of my shaft should have gotten me craving for more, but…

I shoved my c**k down her throat until she finally choked up, and I slowly got out of her. Her face flushed, and she bit her lower lip softly. “Got some sheath?” I asked her, knowing that people like her don't get off home without one, unlike me, who could go months without even getting hard.

She slid her palm into the side pocket of her mini skirt and handed one to me. “I'm winning this, you know?”

I flung her around and pressed her body to the wall. She wasn't winning, but I didn't know how to tell her that after all her efforts to. A normal dude who regarded p*****s would fund her so much for such a great job, but this was nothing to me.

As I put on the sheath, I didn't wait long to thrust into her, spanked her ass, and she groaned softly.

I rode in her cunt vigorously, and her moans escalated with each thrust. In the past, after so many minutes of penetrating some juicy cunt like hers, I would be looking towards closing up…but here I was feeling nothing, and just wanted her to c*m already so I could get off her.

Soon, her body lost its tension as she trembled and winced with her head thrown backwards. I got out of her, pulled out the sheath and slammed it on her back with a growl, “Got what you want, b***h, right?” I dragged her mini skirt and wiped my shaft with it before tossing it into my pants. “The sheath has no milk in it, so you f**k off…!!” I shoved her out of the hallway and began heading towards the club base.

She didn't say a thing or return, and could still be gathering her breath.

I was huge down there, but it was somehow of no use to me anymore. No matter the length of pleasure, I would never ejaculate and feel alright, and it stung my chest. Maybe I was holding back so much, but there was nothing I could do about it any longer, and I just moved ahead with how my body responded.

As I reached the club base, I got into the shower to freshen up, then I slumped on the bed afterwards, staring at the roof.

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“I pity him. How do you expect him to still be okay after dealing with six damp p*****s? That's like getting drunk…” Brook explained while I was getting dressed the next morning. “You could talk to him, bro. I have no such strength.”

Barron sighed out loud, “Silas could handle him as he was responsible for the six damsels.”

Damsels my foot!

He loved women and would give them all sorts of sweet names.

Together, we jerked Cartel up and had him freshen up. When the dude was relaxed, he finally broke up to us about Victor's café, which renovations were finally complete. “Do we check it out?” he inquired, his voice almost a whisper, and we gave a slight nod all together.

Victor was an old man who served the club for thirty years, and his café was converted from a former tobacco and liquor store that once sold m*******a for us. I had been doing some things these days, transitioning illegal operations into legal ones to ensure safety, and I was proud of the achievements made so far.

When we arrived at the café, Victor made us a hand-brewed coffee, and the aroma alone…

“Not a coffee person, but this tastes so good,” I commented after taking a sip.

My gaze shifted to Barron, who had his gaze fixated on the old man, and the side of his lips stretched into a grin. “He's damn good, you all know, right?” he finally spoke up, nodding gently.

Victor made more coffee and handed it to the others, and we couldn't stop praising the work of his hands. Man was damn good, and we loved the legend he was becoming.

“Another?” I asked the old man, stretching my empty cup to him, when the sound of a car caused me to turn around. Behind was a car parked, and as the door was flung open, a young lady alighted and began walking closer.

I didn't realise how much I stared at him as she reached Victor and handed the car key. “It's fixed!” she said with a soft smile, her voice pulling me out of my daze, and I licked my lips while getting down on my hands towards the old man.

Her short hair bounced around as she swayed her body gently and pointed at the car, “You could come check it…” she said to Victor, who gave a simple nod and began following her towards the car.

My eyes followed every one of her moves once again, especially on her hair that kept bouncing with each of her steps.

‘She got green eyes.’ I mumbled under my breath.