Venom's Prize (Devil's Riot MC Originals, #10) - E.C. Land Page 0,28

for me. I know this because I’ve felt the wetness of her pussy.

Now it being a week later, I’ve still got a lot of shit I need to do that I’ve been putting off. Stuff I shouldn’t have put off. I guess you could say I’ve been trying to keep my woman from freaking the hell out and not wanting to run for the hills. I’ve seen the fear in her gaze and I’m not about to let that control her. She’s needed this time to get used to her surroundings and I’ve given it to her. I at least had been able to get Amaya to tell me the fucker’s name who called her the other night while I held her to me in bed. Then I kissed her some more.

I’d had Nerd look into this Omar character and the dude is bad news. How she ended up with him is confusing as fuck. She’s sweet and pure, where this fucker is nothing but a drug dealer and seems to be Emilia’s supplier.

From what Nerd found out with the help of the program Amaya gave him, he’s been able to find out that the mother of my child is a user and owes quite a bit of a debt to not only this Omar, but a few others as well. I can’t figure out though why Omar spoke of being tight with Emilia on the phone and how she was upset. When I took the phone from Amaya and listened for a moment, he’d been spewing shit about my woman and how he intended to fuck her and make her wish she’d never left him. Then he was going to watch as Emilia fucked her up for taking what’s hers.

I need to get to the bottom of this and that means I need to get her to talk to me. I also need to call Emilia. I want to hear what she has to say. Over the past week I hadn’t gotten one phone call from her which has been great but it’s time to find out what she has to say.

Tonight, Whip and I had church at the clubhouse and Amaya wanted to stay at the house, so to give her what she wanted I’d had one of the prospects come watch over her and Lincoln. Soon as we finished in church, I headed straight for my bike ignoring Lips and the other clubwhores trying to gain my attention.

I pull up to the house and shut off my bike, nod to the prospect, and climb off. With my mind on task, I stalk up to the house and inside. It’s late and all the lights are off. Lincoln will be in bed asleep and Amaya is most likely as well. If not, she’s watching TV in bed.

Stepping inside, I head straight for the bedroom and stop dead at the sight in front of me. My dick throbs behind my zipper. The sight of Amaya lying on her back completely naked with the fingers of one hand playing with one of her nipples while her other hand is between her legs.

Oh fuck.

With her eyes closed Amaya doesn’t see me approaching the bed. I keep my gaze locked on the pussy she’s fingering. At the foot of the bed, I remove my cut and shirt and toe off my boots without making a sound. Her moans of pleasure fuck with my head. I’m not sure what she’s got playing in that head of hers but she’s about to get the real deal. I climb up the bed and right between her thighs. She’s so into it that by the time I slide my tongue through her slit, she comes moaning my name and I dive in moving her fingers out of the way for more of her taste.

I grab hold of her thighs and she bucks against my mouth when I latch on to her and fuck her with my tongue. Lifting my eyes up to look at her beautiful face, I find her lust filled gaze locked on me. Yeah, baby, watch as I eat this pussy, I chuckle to myself.

With my mouth, I draw out another orgasm this one more intense than the first one.

“Isaac,” she pants, her body bowing off the bed.

Needing my dick in her, I move. I undo the button and the zipper of my jeans and push them down enough for my dick to spring out of its confinement.

I line myself up with her