Grave (Royal Devils MC #1) - Erin Trejo Page 0,40
didn’t even make it to the fucking room when we got back. Right now, I have her bent over the pool table in the main room, taking her like a goddamn madman.
“Fuck, Silla.”
“Harder,” she pants as I fuck her into the table. No one was in here when we got back and the way her ass looked swaying in front of me gave me the answer I needed. Now she pants and moans as I fuck her harder. Sweat drips down my forehead into my eyes and I welcome the burn. Small drops fall onto Silla’s back and the thought of leaning down and sucking them off her hits me, but I’m too lost in the feel of her to even try. I grunt as I hit her deeper. Her pussy clenches, holding me in as I explode inside of her.
“Jesus,” I hiss as my cock feels like it was a loaded gun finally being fired. My muscles spasm, my abs clenching as she milks me for all I have. When I pull out of her and grab my jeans, the door opens, and the guys come strolling in. Silla doesn’t give a shit. She looks over and drops her head back on the table catching her breath.
“Why do I always miss the live porn?” Freak asks with a smirk on his face, watching my cum run down Silla’s parted thighs.
“Keep lookin’ at her like that and I will cut your fuckin’ eyes out,” I growl.
“Fuck off, Grave. She’s spread wide open and drippin’, brother. I’m lookin’.” Freak flips me off as he strolls to the bar with his eyes still on her pussy. Asshole. I grab her up and haul her against me, reaching for her shorts, pushing them into her arms.
“Get dressed before I have to kill one of my best friends,” I tell her. She giggles but doesn’t put the clothes on. Instead, she climbs on the pool table and lays back down.
“Let them look. They will never get a piece of this,” she says, slipping her hand down her stomach and between her legs. She coats her fingers with my cum and slowly begins to massage her still sensitive clit. Her back arches, her legs widen, and fuck if I’m not hypnotized by her.
“Fuck,” Psycho hisses, pulling his cock from his jeans. I should get pissed he’s about to jerk off to my woman playing with herself but I’m too lost in her to even give a shit right now. The way she touches herself, biting her lip while staring me in the eye like it’s all a challenge.
“Fuck me. I’m gonna have to rub one out in the shower,” Freak says, watching her with wide eyes. The thought of snapping his neck has crossed my mind but the more she toys with herself, the more I can’t look away. When she starts panting, her eyes dilated, I know she’s close.
“Do it, Silla. Show them how you fuckin’ come for me,” I rumble. Her chest rises and falls just as she screams my name. It isn’t Grave this time. No, she screams Greyson and my whole body tingles as she comes all over the pool table.
“That’s now my favorite table,” Preacher adds, throwing back the rest of his drink. Psycho jerks off into his hand, grunting and groaning as he does. Silla drops her hand and falls back onto the table catching her breath.
“Who the hell knew I’d come home to a show today?” Freak adds, heading down the hallway with a hard-on from hell. I can tell by the way he’s walking right now.
“You gonna entertain my boys all day or what?” I ask her. She smirks and climbs off the table, grabbing her clothes but not bothering to put them back on as she sways her ass down the hall. I shake my head and curse under my breath, but I follow along behind her. It’s strange when she doesn’t stop at my door. She keeps going to the end of the hallway and opens the last door marked President. When I step in, I’m taken back. Silla moves through the room which is basically a bigger version of my old room with ease, but I stand here, looking around as if this can’t be real.
“You okay?” she asks. I nod my head and watch her walk to the bathroom. It’s consuming. It’s almost like his ghost is still here haunting the fuck out of me. I don’t know how I’m ever going to