“Fuck! I always do, but tonight, I wanted to see what the hell goes on inside the stupid strip club.”
“Nothing happens. Baby, the strip club, bar, tattoo shop, auto shop, and all the other activities are business. We need to monitor our business, period. I don’t want you to go to the bar or strip club. Do you hear me,” Demon asks, cupping my face.
He runs his finger over my lip, gazing into my eyes. I love looking into his eyes, they’re so sexy, lime green with long eyelashes. He’s so damn hot and badass.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Demon's lips turn up, and then he kisses me, sliding his tongue inside mine, rubbing and tangling it with mine. His hands move all over my curves, sliding his fingers up and down my slit. I whimper; my body feels weak, and chills run up my back.
Demon moves his mouth down my throat, kissing and licking as he moves down to suck my nipples. He moves his hand down, rubs my swollen flesh, and then slides his finger inside me.
“Baby, you’re so wet for me,” He hums, moving his finger in and out.
“Fuck,” He grunts, moving down my stomach.
He nips and licks his way to my aching pussy spreading my legs. He stares at my pussy, and I feel the blush spread through my face. I bit my lower lip, watching him run his finger up and downmy pussy. He leans and twirls his tongue around my swollen flesh, sucking and licking, driving me crazy.
I cup my breasts and twist my nipples, moaning. I shift my hips up, close my legs around his head, and rub my pussy into his face.
Oh hell, I’m going to suffocate him.
“Baby, I need you.”
“Baby, you’re so damn hot,” Demon growls, crawling over me and aligning his hard cock.
He thrusts inside, filling me, and I grab hold of his wide shoulders. I move my hips, meeting his thrusts and kissing him.
My pussy flutters and I feel my inner walls grab his big cock. I bite his lip and suck it as I come. He comes with me, shooting all he has, biting my shoulder.
“Baby, I love you,” Demon says, sucking my neck.
“I love you.”
Two
Demon
Three years later.
The dark night is the epitome of my world and my feelings. The wind and rain pound onto me, soaking and numbing me.
The roar of my hog blares in the night as I race through the streets, trying to escape my demons. I can’t fucking believe that my Prez, my Dad is gone. It all went down so damn quickly that it totally imploded my world and the MC. I have to step up and be the Prez that my Dad trained me to be. But I didn’t expect this to happen so damn soon; I thought it would be years for me to be the Prez. This is fucked up!
My Prez is dead.
The chaos and massacre were surreal; it’s incredible.
I still can’t believe that my Prez fucked the rival’s Old Lady, Wicked Warriors MC Prez Crash’s Old Lady.
What the fuck was he thinking?
Grizzly killed the Wicked Warriors MC VP, Stoner, in retaliation. Now Grizzly is in the pen, and who knows how long he’s going to get.
Most likely life.
The burial was intense; the Satan’s Warriors MC chapters came to honor the Satan’s Warriors founding Prez. It was difficult, and now I need to take care of my sisters and my brothers, yeah, blood brothers. It’s a lot, and I have to man up, step up, and be the Prez. It’s my legacy, my destiny. I’m thankful that my Brothers have my back making it a tad easier.
