Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Rae Lake (most inspirational books .txt) 📕

drifted shut as she swirled her hand up and down, my pre-cum mixed with the spit was like the perfect lube. My eyes popped back open when I felt her pulling at my leg with her other hand. I shifted a little, thinking maybe I was hurting her.

“No,” she shook her head slowly. “Come here, closer.” She tugged me forward again.

I moved up her body like she wanted, making sure that I was entirely on my knees. If I fell, I could probably crush her. I was confused, but I didn’t question her. She stopped jerking me off for a second and grabbed her breasts, one and each hand, pressing them together against my rock hard and slippery dick.

Both my inner prepubescent teenage boy and the savage beast jumped up and pumped their fists in the air.

Best… fucking… day… ever!

Tittie fucking a woman had always been high on my list of fantasies, and for my first time doing it to be with this voluptuous goddess, I felt like I had just fucking won the lottery.

“Hell, yes,” I growled as I stared at her lustful eyes and began to pump in and out of the tight crevice she’d created with her breasts. She used the pillow to support her head, angling her head down, so every time my cock pushed through to the other side, it would enter her hot and waiting mouth. “Oh, fuck.” I pumped fast, the sensitive head and first quarter of my cock bobbing quickly in and out of her mouth.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm.”

I don’t know if it was the sensation at the head of my dick, those fucking sounds she made, or the visual of me pushing through her tits, but I was cumming faster than I had cum since I met her.

“Shit, Jazmine, I’m fucking cumming. I’m gonna cum.” I said in warning.

She moved her hands, letting her breasts fall to the side, and grabbed my hips and pulled me hard further in her mouth. “Shit!” I roared as I pumped deep into her throat, more than three-quarters of me in her mouth. My orgasm came with a rush. I felt light-headed and had to reach for the headboard to keep from completely falling over.

I moved from over her and sat on the edge of the bed. The woman was blowing my fucking mind. I kept waiting for it to become stale or routine, but every time I was with her felt like the first fucking time.

She crawled over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing me sweetly on the back of my shoulder.

“You okay?”

“I don’t fucking know.” I rubbed a hand over my face, a smirk on my mouth as I turned to look at her, “I think you are the one who is trying to kill me. All this sexiness just fucking tempting me all the time.”

“All the time, huh?” She giggled and leaned into my neck, licking up the delicate skin there.

“Fucking hell, woman!” I turned and pressed her down on the bed, ready for whatever round we were on, she laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck.

A loud, banging noise came from downstairs. Someone was at the door. I looked over my shoulder, contemplating whether I would just ignore it and go back to what we were doing, but another loud round of banging came through.

“Go.” She pushed me hard. Her jaw was clenched, and she was looking away. I grabbed her chin and made her look at me. She replied without me ever asking a question.

“If it’s that woman, you’re just going to have to be mad because I’m going to shoot her.”

Fuck, was it Vida? Did she come back?

“No, you won’t. If it's Vida, I’ll handle it.” I got up from the bed and slid my underwear and pants on, stuffed my bare feet into my sneakers, and rushed downstairs. Jazmine put on a big shirt and followed me part of the ways down, standing on the stairs waiting for me to open the door.

I opened it slowly, cautious of what was out there.

I sucked my teeth when I saw it was only Ripper.

I opened the door wide, “Man, why you over here banging like the police?”

Ripper turned toward me, “Brother, you really need a fucking phone.” He said tersely, “Wire needs you back at the clubhouse. Clean came through. We have intel.”

“What? What do you mean? What kind?”

“The kind that is still kicking and screaming. You know someone named Marcel?”

The beast had been sleeping while I drowned myself in Jazmine; it now roared awake. Marcel was one of the Giles’ guards.

So much for having the best day ever.

Chapter 22

We rode fast and straight to the clubhouse.

All of the brothers were standing in the main area, waiting for the next shoe to drop.

“What’s going on? Where is that piece of shit?” I asked, walking over to Clean.

“He’s already in there with Wire. They’ve been going at it for over two hours, and the man ain’t talking.”

“How did you find him?”

“I went down by the pier, you know because you told us about all the vandalism and shit. The fuck had the nerve to come in and ask the owner if they had seen you while I was standing there. Sloppy as shit. Threatening the old man right in front of me. It was like he didn’t even give a shit I was there.”

“He doesn’t.” I huffed out a breath, “None of them give a shit about any type of blowback. Ruby and Harrington are all the fucking protection they need.”

“We’ll see about that,” Devin said from where he was sitting at the bar.

“They in the sanctuary?” I got a few head nods in affirmation.

I walked straight to the back.

“Hey, Brother, you don’t want to go in there. Wire is doing his thing.” Prez called out as I passed him. Everyone knew when Wire was in the back; there was blood and agony. Most people didn’t have the stomach to watch.

I lived through