(LANCE)
The Iron Reapers had their guns out, my brothers had theirs, and the hangarounds were scattering like roaches, but I didn’t give a single f**k about the standoff. I lifted Eliona off the pool table, her legs still shaking, my c*m dripping down her thighs, and carried her to the raised stage at the back of the clubhouse — the one with the pole and the spotlight. I set her on the edge, spread her legs wide, and dropped to my knees right there in front of every rival eye in the room.
“Watch,” I snarled to Knox and his Reapers. “This is what a President does to what’s his.”
I shoved her leather skirt up to her waist and buried my face between her thighs. My tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up her c*m-soaked p***y before I sucked her swollen c**t into my mouth. Eliona cried out, fi
