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Adam had a temper – and a competitive side – and on that morning, I found out how to push his buttons. He fucked me like he needed to prove a point, and prove a point he did.

When he finally decided I’d had enough, he allowed himself to reach climax. At the time, I was flat on my back, exhausted, and giving no more verbal resistance.

“I’m going to come all over you,” he said.

I’d already had more orgasms than I could count. “Do it,” I breathed. “Cover me.”

He pulled himself from inside of me and began to stroke his cock over my stomach. With the early morning sun seeping in through the windows, I watched eagerly.

His back arched, his muscular torso tightened, and he bellowed out into the room.

The come shot from the tip of his dick in spurts, covering my stomach, tits, and neck in its wet warmth.

Seeing him come so violently was a huge turn-on, and a great finale for our sex-filled night.

After the last drop escaped him, he let out a breath.

I gazed at the cum, and then at him. “That was hot.”

He flexed his bicep. “Not bad for a crippled old man, huh?”

“Not bad at all,” I said with a smile.

THIRTY-NINE

Cholo

I pulled into the shop and parked the bike about twenty feet from the bench where they were gathered. After I pulled on my hat, Crip gave me a nod.

“You look like the cat that ate the fucking canary,” he said. “What gives?”

I got off the bike, steadied myself, and shrugged. “Just in a good mood.”

He glanced at Pee Bee and Smokey, and eventually looked at me again, grinning as he did so. “Well, maybe here in a minute you’ll be in a better one.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Had a meeting last night.”

“Who had a meeting last night?”

“The club.”

I shot him a confused look. “Didn’t hear about no fucking meeting.”

He chuckled. “Hope not. You weren’t invited.”

I wondered what in the fuck the club needed to meet about that didn’t involve me, and grew so angry I had to turn away. After walking half the distance to my bike, I turned around.

“What? I don’t give enough? I got strapped to a table and burned with a fucking blow torch, motherfucker,” I said through my teeth. “And, I didn’t say one fucking word. Not one. Cock sucker took a pair of pliers and ripped my teeth out until I damned near bled to death. Did he get anything out of me?”

He didn’t respond.

“Fuck no, he didn’t,” I growled.

He turned around and walked toward the work bench.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m fucking mad, Crip. What was the fucking meeting about?”