Princess (7 page)

Letting loose a deep growl, I slam my fist down on the table, hard enough to make the drinks bounce and everyone jump to catch them. I swear if he speaks about fucking her again I’m going to lose my shit. I’m not nearly buzzed enough to deal with bullshit comments about the woman I recently killed for.

“Damn, Vike, my bad.” He holds his hands up in surrender. He’s seen me get pissed, and no way in hell would Sinner be able to save his ass from my wrath.

Grunting in response, I turn back to Ruger. “You get some ass from her friend?”

I only ask because it was written all over her at the motel that she wanted Nightmare, not another brother.

“No, she’s a fucking cock tease, bro. We hooked up a little, but she wouldn’t let me get my dick wet, wouldn’t even give me head. We had a few shots of tequila, but I’m hoping tonight she’ll get blitzed and let me hit it.”

Saint laughs and fist bumps Ruger, clearly approving of his less than stellar tactics to get laid. Can’t say shit about it, though; we’ve all done it at some point.

Downing another beer, the night gets a little later before the girls finally show up. I’m fairly surprised to see her back so soon after the shit that went down. Most women would be locked inside their houses right now, too shaken up to leave. Is she just stubborn or could she feel safe coming back? Is it because she knows Ruger’s here and that I will also be? Nightmare and Spidey-boy have joined us as well, leaving Exterminator to sit with Scot up at the bar flirting with the bartender he’s got a hard-on for.

Cinderella walks her fine ass through the door wearing a fitted black leather miniskirt that barely comes to the bottom of her ass cheeks, paired with a red corset top and the shoes I gave her earlier. There aren’t words strong enough to do her justice. Bitch makes my heart beat faster; that’s the biggest compliment any woman could ever receive from me.

Surprisingly, Bethany holds her own. She fits perfectly alongside Cinderella, wearing daisy dukes, dusty cowboy boots, and a cut-up shirt coming to the bottom of her tits.

I swear to God, everyone at the table probably came in their pants a little at the sight of them. They’re not just hotter than sin; they look like a biker’s fucking wet dream, dressed like some badass bitches that belong on the back of our bikes.

“If you two don’t want those chicks, I’ll sacrifice myself to take one for the team,” Spider offers and a few brothers chuckle.

Nightmare and I both mumble “shut-up,” at the same time.

I catch it, but with the music on in the background, I don’t think the brothers realize it was both of us who said it.

Cinderella came over to
say hello when she first got here, but I ignored her. Up close her tits were nicely displayed, taunting me with each breath she took as they moved slightly. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from them. I’m sure if I had, my brothers would have been glued to her chest as well. My dick was so damn hard under the table; I couldn’t think, let alone speak. She needs to cover the hell up if she’s expecting some sort of a conversation to come out of me.

It’s been sweet fucking torture to watch her each time, bending over the pool table to line up her shot. After each ball either one of them sinks in a pocket, the other takes a shot of liquor. I’ve been paying attention because I’m not letting them drive home if they’re both plastered. Right now Cinderella’s on her fourth and Bethany’s on her sixth.

She glances at me briefly, walking around the pool table until she stops directly in front of our table. Spreading her feet apart, she bends over, her muscular legs on full display as she adjusts her pool stick until she has it where she wants it. She inhales a deep breath then pushes her ass out more while she takes her shot. With that motion, her skirt lifts the few inches I need it to so I can catch a glimpse of her bare pussy lips.

My fist hits the table top again, loudly, causing her to jump up. She spins around, her hand on her chest and eyes wide. My nostrils flare as I breathe heavily, wanting to rip the skirt completely off her.

“Are you okay?” She asks breathily and Saint groans beside me, no doubt witnessing what I was just privy too. I could go for punching him right about now.

“Pull your skirt down,” I demand, glaring at her for making me lose control so easily.

“Fine,” she huffs back. Wiggling slightly, she shimmies the tiny piece of material hugging her hips down. It moves all of an inch at the most, and I grit my teeth from her titties jiggling.

She faces Bethany, her long platinum hair falling to the top of her ass. “I need you and a smoke.”

Bethany gets a wicked grin on her face and downs a shot before eagerly following Cinderella through the bar. Either she’s happy about having a smoke or they’re up to something. Whatever it is, those girls are fucking trouble. People think bikers are bad, but that bitch is the type to make a brother lose it over her, and that’s gonna end up being me if I don’t keep my distance.

Slamming the double shot of whiskey I had resting in front of me, I’m stuck listening to my brothers talk about how they all hope that the chicks have friends that look as good as they do.

“You going out there?” Nightmare asks quietly, so the others don’t hear him over their conversation.

“Nope.”

“Why the fuck not?”

Shrugging, I take a gulp of my beer.

“You know with the cunt shot she just sent you, she wants to fuck. If you don’t jump on it, any other man in this shit hole would be happy to, Saint included.” My eyes fly toward the other brother busy carrying on, drinking and having a good time, paying Nightmare and myself no attention. Nightmare raps his knuckles on the table. “Somehow I don’t think you’d let anyone touch her, though.”

“What do you know about it?”

He copies me, shrugging and sits back in his seat, taking a long pull from his bottle.

Goddamn it.
Fine.
I hate the fact that he’s right. I would go fucking apeshit on someone if they touched her. She has me so wound up; I’m liable to flip out on anyone at this point.

“I’mma smoke,” I declare suddenly, so everyone at the table hears me.

Night and Spider nod, while Saint, Sinner, and Ruger keep on reminiscing over our last trip to Florida. They turned into some regular beach boys, going surfing and shit. We gave them all types of hell for it, but they ended up loving it regardless of our opinions.

Trekking through the bar, I take a deep breath once I arrive at the door leading me outside where Cinderella is. I have no idea what the fuck to say to her or them both if they’re standing there smoking and attempt to talk to me. I ought to make her put on my shirt while we’re out back. It’s the least she could do so I don’t end up killing someone else for her tonight. At this rate, it’ll end up being one of my fucking brothers.

I head outside, making sure the door closes behind me and that no one’s followed me. I hope she was at least cautious enough to do that much as well. Standing beside it, I lean my tired body against the brick wall and dig a cigarette out of my front pocket, then my zippo.

It takes a few tries to get my smoke lit in the breeze, but it works eventually, allowing me a couple of drags before I hear the first soft moan. My eyes fly to the left of me where the building protrudes out in an ‘L’ shape.

In the full moon’s bright glow mixed with the porch light, I can clearly make out Cinderella propped up against the building. They have the short leather skirt pushed up to her waist exposing her nakedness that I caught a glimpse of back at the pool table.

The real shocker is that Bethany’s on her knees right in front of her, with her shorts pushed down to the ground. She has one hand between her legs, pumping away while her face is between Cinderella’s thighs, licking furiously at her cunt.

Groaning, my hand immediately goes to my dick, squeezing it through my pants, attempting to ease some of the huge ache it’s suddenly feeling from not getting the attention it wants. This is the last thing I was ever expecting when I got up from my seat. Cinderella’s eyes meet mine as she moans again and I squeeze my cock harder. Fuck, I want in her so badly. This is no doubt the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Bethany starts sucking on Cinderella’s pussy as her hand moves faster under her shorts; she squirms for a second before pushing her away. Bethany stays directly in front of her, using both of her hands to chase her orgasm.

Cinderella locks her gaze with mine again and inserts two of her fingers as deep as they’ll go; my palm rubs my cock over my jeans, consumed by the sight in front of me.

Bethany calls out in bliss, finding her release as she watches Cinderella pleasure herself.

She pumps her fingers in and out, each time grinding her palm against her clit and moaning all while watching me. Cinderella’s eyes suddenly fly closed, a loud moan escaping her as she rides the waves of her orgasm. The vulnerable look of surrender as she gives in and accepts the pleasure overcoming her body is fucking breathtaking.

She finishes and Bethany climbs to her feet, both of them wearing pleased smiles. Pulling my hand away from my dick, I take a drag off my forgotten cigarette as they fix their clothes, approaching me.

Bethany beams a bright smile as she passes by, heading back inside.

I’m panting like I just ran a fucking marathon when Cinderella gets to me. I’m expecting her to do the same as Bethany, but she pauses. Her blue irises take in my flushed face as her tongue glides over her lips, making my heart rate spike even higher from the simple gesture, and then she does something I’ll never forget for the rest of my fucking life.

The bitch reaches her hand up, taking her two fingers she just came all over and brushed them against my mouth, leaving her wetness behind on my lips. It’s more than I can handle; her scent on my mouth is my fucking undoing.

She flashes a sexy smile and disappears through the door. She’s gone before I even realize it and I’m not sure if I’m in shock that she just did that or because she left me like this after such a brazen invitation. At least for her sake I hope that’s what it was, or she’s going to be highly pissed when I call her on it.

Licking my lips breaks me, and I go storming through the door, on a mission to have her. She thinks she can do that without any repercussions? I don’t fucking think so. That bitch is so fucking mine; she doesn’t know it yet, but she will real quick.

Once I make it through the hallway and into the bar, she’s yet again bent over the pool table, just like she never left.

Perfect.

With a few powerful strides, I’m behind her; Bethany’s eye’s growing wide when she notices how furious I am. Cinderella gets a ‘what’ out to Bethany before I slam the top part of her body down onto the pool table. She attempts to move, but I hold her down with my hand in the middle of her back. She’s no match for my strength no matter how hard she tries.

With my other hand, I release the button on my jeans, my zipper lowering immediately from my dick trying to burst out and lift her skirt up, uncovering half of her ass cheeks. She starts to scream in protest while everyone watches me claim her in front of the entire bar. After this, no one will ever touch her again around here.

“You offered your pussy up, Cinderella; now I’m fucking taking it,” I declare and she quits jerking around as I slam my dick inside, seating it in her fully. Once she hears my voice, I can feel the muscles in her back relax some; the fight left in her is purely because I’ve decided to collect in front of everyone.

Gripping her hip tightly, I take her hard and rough, our skin making loud smacking sounds each time our bodies meet a certain way. Her pussy’s tight, so fucking good, squeezing my cock like an angry fist.

Within a few pumps, I have her moaning, pushing her ass back into me for more. I give it to her, driving in deep until she whimpers, making my dick throb. The brothers all watch eagerly, no doubt enjoying the free show I’m giving them.

Nightmare’s over at Cinderella’s table. I’m guessing he was holding Bethany back from trying to stop me, but now she’s sitting on his lap with a worried stare directed at her friend. His arms are wrapped around her front, holding her to him. She has no need to stress anyhow; I can feel her friend’s cunt squeezing and pulsing inside, wanting to come.

“My bitch,” I state loudly as I thrust into her, so everyone understands exactly what this means.

“Fuck you!” She yells, muffled from the pool table.

“I am, baby.” Releasing her hip, I reach around giving her tittie a strong squeeze as I push my cock in as far as it’ll go. She feels so fucking good; I have to hold my breath, so I don’t go off to soon.

I hear, “Oh, Viking,” followed by that same moan from outside; then her pussy is squeezing me over and over, soaking my cock with her juices as her body gives in to me. Grinding into her, she rides my dick until her orgasm finishes.

“That’s it Cinderella, soak my cock; I want every last drop,” I growl just before pumping her full of my cum.

After a few beats, I step back, moving my hand that was holding her down. She stays in place, though, so I go about pulling her skirt down first. Once she’s covered up, I tuck my cock back in my pants.