Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,92
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“Trust me.” I nip her ear.
Opening the door to the fuck rooms has never been so thrilling for me. The hallway is dark, a low glowing yellow light to set the mood to fuck instead of a bright fluorescent one. The smell of cheap booze and cigarettes permeates the air, which is not romantic at all, but this isn’t amount romance.
It’s about making fantasies come true.
Steering her through the doorway, I kick it shut and lay her on the bed, which has clean sheets on it. I’m not fucking my woman on a cum-stained bed without a barrier.
“Skirt?”
I tug my shirt off and wrap it around her head to blindfold her so she can’t see a thing.
“What’s going on?” she asks again.
“Ye’ll see if ye hush that sexy mouth, Lips.” I unbutton her pants and throw them over my shoulder, growling when her soft, silky legs come to view. I roam my hands down her legs and hook my fingers over her panties then tug them down her thighs.
A wet spot forms in the middle of her crotch, soaking the material. With a hungry rumble in my belly, I bring the damp material to my nose and inhale. “Ye smell so fucking sweet, Lips. I can’t wait to taste this cunt.”
She moans and buries her hands in my hair, arching her back as I run my tongue up her inner thigh. I bypass her juicy sheath and grab the hem of her shirt with my mouth, pulling it up to expose her slender ribcage. I pepper kisses along her belly, and my hands dive under her shirt, gripping her big tits. I moan when her nipples harden under my touch. Straddling her, I rip the shirt off her head, then unhook her bra from the back with a quick snap.
She’s naked. Her creamy flesh is elegant and too pretty for the likes of this room, but what happens in this room isn’t going to be pretty. It’s going to be carnal.
The door opens again, and Bullseye slides inside. His eyes land on Dawn, and he adjusts his cock under his pants. I don’t have the urge to claw his eyes out because I know I can trust him. He knows the rules, and Dawn is beautiful to look at. She has an hourglass shape with her round tits and thick thighs.
It’s almost selfish of me not to share her, but I want to be selfish. Bullseye can watch, and that is all he’ll ever be able to do.
Bullseye settles in the corner, strips off his shirt and pants, and his cock is already hard. He sits on the loveseat and slowly jerks himself. He looks at home. Maybe he has done this before?
I take off my kilt and toss it on the ground, then straddle her belly, my cock slapping against it. Pre-cum dribbles from the tunnel, pooling a small drop on her stomach. I tug the makeshift blindfold free, and her lusty eyes set on mine.
My hand drops between her legs, and I rub my fingers through her sweet petals, causing her to moan. “Tell me if ye don’t want this, and we will stop,” I inform her and with my free hand, I turn her head in the direction Bullseye is sitting, lazily touching himself to the sight of her.
She gasps, but not in horror; her eyes lock on Bullseye’s, her sweet pussy drips onto my hand, and her clit becomes erect between her folds, needing an orgasm.
“There are rules, Lips. Do ye want to hear them?” I tell her, bending down and plucking a sweet nipple into my mouth.
“Please,” she whimpers, rocking against my hand for friction.
“He can’t touch ye; ye can’t touch him. He will not ever fuck ye. This cunt is mine and only mine, but I know ye like hearing people fuck and like the idea of someone watching, so I want to see if ye want to entertain that thought. If not, I’ll kick Bullseye out right now.”
“He can’t touch me?” she asks with relief.
“No, love. Just me. Only my touch.” I slip two fingers inside her, and Dawn shatters under me, her orgasm pulling my fingers deeper.
“Oh, I think ye like being watched. Ye my dirty fucking woman, aren’t ye?”
“Yes,” she hisses, turning her head to look at Bullseye again.
The sound of skin slapping tells me he’s fucking his fist in earnest now, and her walls flutter around my fingers.
“Skirt, please,” she begs, clawing my back. Dawn reaches for my lips, but