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“Guess not,” she said, almost blushing.
Finishing my whisky, I almost broke the glass. “Honestly, I just saw my girl going home with another man. I’m trying not to go break him in two.”
“You can break me in two anytime.” Her hand wandered down my torso to my crotch.
“My place or yours?” I asked, as my dick instantly hardened at her touch. I figured the best way to get my mind off Maren taking a man home was to have some fun of my own.
Poison hooked her finger. “Follow me,” she said, strutting off through the bar.
Chapter 4
Leviathan
Iwatched her apple shaped ass as she led me out back to the alley and across the street to an abandoned building. She wiggled her hand into her tight jeans and produced a key.
“We’re renovating it,” she explained, flipping on the lights.
Stepping inside, I saw the small space had an old bar, tables, and a pool table in the middle. In serious disrepair, it needed more than refurbished. They should demolish it and start over.
“We?” I asked, playing dumb.
“My motorcycle club, the Asphalt Gods MC.” She turned and lifted her hair to show me the logo on the back of her leather vest.
I hated the skull with its eagle’s wings and the damn number thirteen that they displayed over it. The number thirteen meant different things to different bikers. The Gods displaying this digit in their logo didn’t just mean they were dangerous outlaws, one percenters like my club, it had a deeper meaning.
They didn’t play by anyone else’s rules, even their own. They were each supposed to be their own judge and jury, equaling thirteen, since twelve folks sat on a jury. The judge made it thirteen. That had been a founding principle of theirs. Not only was it a fuck you to the legal system, but a member of their club was also to rule their own destiny. Ironic, since they were all under one man’s thumb now.
“This is going to be our clubhouse,” she said proudly.
When she showed me hers, I thought of the logo tattooed across my back. I might be able to take off my cut, but I couldn’t hide the Royal Bastards MC insignia inked into my skin. Unless I kept on my shirt, easy to do, for a man.
Staring at the back of her, I took the opportunity. I snatched her by the hair and bent her over the pool table. Poison let out a gasp as I pressed her face first into the dusty felt. Holding her neck down with one hand, I let my other hand follow the shape of her overly plump ass. It was artificially pumped up to fit with the current trends. She had a BBL, a Brazilian Butt Lift. Her big ass was fake, but the pressure the sight of it built up in my jeans was real as ever. I rubbed my erection against the bubble, like a dog in heat.
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” she crooned as reached around and undid her jeans.
Yanking them down, exposing her fat ass, I said, “You said I could break you in two. I plan to.”
Poison didn’t complain as I took my dick out and butted it between her ass crack.
“You’re an ass man, aye?”
“Tonight, I am,” I said, finding her pink pucker with the head of my thick dick.
They didn’t call me a monster just for my murderous tendencies. My monster sized dick packed a powerful punch. And I hadn’t forgotten my hatred of the Gods. There was no lube to be found. But her pussy wept in anticipation, providing all the wetness required. After all, I ain’t evil. Spreading the juices from her snatch to my cock and her ass, I readied myself.
My eyes on my enemy’s logo, I stamped a hole in Poison’s ass.
The bitch cried out as slaughtered her anus. Each impact harder than before, I wanted to hurt her, like the Gods hurt me. But I was also thinking of Treasure and my time with her. The memories of our intimate times egged me on as I sought my release. Grabbing Poison’s fat hips for leverage, I imagined doing the same to Maren when I got to her. Breaking her in two with my cock.
Yet, as much as she screamed, Poison didn’t put up a fight. A loose whore, she loved every second of my fat dick up her fat ass. Her yells became a chorus proclaiming her impending climax, forcing me over my own edge. Yanking my cock from her, I squirted all over her large backside. When I did, I imagined the man getting off on my Treasure.
Fuck.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
Fuck.
I would just kill Richard.
