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Nelle bit her bottom lip. Slade’s hands reached for her and he positioned her where he wanted her. He felt her swelling heat like a warm blanket.
“Fuck,” he growled.
His hands moved up, taking her shirt off. He decided he wanted her completely naked right now. Nelle dropped her shirt to the bed and the second Slade opened her bra, she let it fall down her arms.
Slade noted how knotted Nelle’s nipples were. She was turned on and afraid at the same time. That faint line where heaven met hell and life existed freely.
His hands slapped against her rounded hips and he pulled her down. Her cunt landed on his cock and he thrust up, aspromised. Nelle let out a cry and threw her head back for a second…
Slade grunted as he felt his cock getting squeezed so hard and tight he thought Nelle’s cunt was suddenly a weapon. One quick twist of her hips and she was going to rip his cock right off his body!
Slade didn’t give a fuck.
He thrust and lifted as he pulled Nelle down. Not an inch to spare and not an inch unexplored. Nelle then collapsed forward and down toward Slade. He quickly grabbed the back of her neck with his right hand to guide her mouth to his. His other hand moved to her ass once more and he began to lift her body up. His fingertips pulling at her cheek, feeling her…
The sound of her cunt stretching and the feel of her wet honey against his hard shaft. Moving up and down. Slade felt his cock already pulsing, wanting to let go, wanting to fill Nelle cunt to clit. Leaving her dripping all damn day in her panties with a mix of his cum and hers.
He distracted himself a little by playing with Nelle’s tits. Cupping and squeezing. Flicking her already hard nipples. Taking his time and sucking each tit. Teeth grazing her skin until she groaned from relief to slight pain.
Slade wasn’t sure he ever felt this way before with some woman on his cock, riding him. He had no idea what the fuck it all meant. But he knew once he came, if his head and heart said to ink Nelle, then that would be the plan. Before that, he’d get to enjoy her cunt and her body.
And there was nothing indecisive about that.
Slade savored one last suckle and tongue flick to Nelle’s right nipple. He then grabbed her hips, picked her up with ease and tossed her out of the way.
She fell to the bed with a loud groan and grabbed the sheets. Her fucking hips were still gently rocking. Slade looked and saw her sweet cunt pulsing…
He hurried out of the bed and stood up, then looked down at his cock. He was still hard. His cock smothered with cum. And still rock-fucking-hard. The answer to any previous thoughts seemed more than fucking obvious now.
Slade forced his cock back into his jeans and looked over his shoulder at Nelle on the bed. She had since closed her legs, but that didn’t matter much. She was still stunning. Probably the most beautiful woman Slade had ever seen in his life. Naturally beautiful. Curves in all the correct places, shaped for the grip of his hands. Tits that fit his hands and made his mouth work hard to engulf.
And that cunt…
Slade gritted his teeth for a second. Then he decided.
“Get dressed, sweetheart, I think it’s finally fucking time I put my ink on you.”
As Slade walked through the clubhouse, he grabbed for Nelle’s hand and squeezed tight.
“Ink time,” Slade announced to everyone’s surprise.
Warren and Custer both looked up from their coffee and beer, eyebrows going up into the air. Maggie let out a loud gasp from behind the bar. She and Nelle exchanged a quick glance. Maggie looked away. Cyrus and Linc stood near prayer, their conversation dead now.
“It’s time,” Slade said. “I’m calling it. Right now. She’s mine.”
He pulled at Nelle and Nelle had to jump and hurry to keep up. They exited the clubhouse and went into the first side door-slash-garage. The only two who followed were Cyrus and Linc. That was fine by Slade. He didn’t need a goddamn audience for this.
All the tradition required was for another patched in table member be present to ensure the agreement and witness the ink happen. Meaning it had to be Slade who tattooed Nelle. And it had to be Slade who chose where to tattoo Nelle. His initials on her skin—SA
“I’ll get the gun ready,” Cyrus said.
That made Nelle gasp and look around.
“Tattoo gun,” Slade whispered to Nelle. “Ink.”
“Wait. A real tattoo? Like…”
“Where the fuck do you think you are?” Slade growled. “You think you’re getting some washable tattoo like it’s a birthday party for a kid?”
