“Fuck,” Demon grunts, sliding in and out.
“Demon, you feel so good,” I moan, lifting my hips.
The pleasure is intense, the sweet burn spreads through my body, and my pussy squeezes his cock.
“Baby, you feel so damn good,” Demon groans, thrusting faster and deeper.
He buries his face in my neck, biting my shoulder as he comes.
“Demon,” I yell, falling over the edge with him, feeling him tremble.
Six
Demon
Weeks later.
I stare at my Brothers and walk into the Chapel for Church, rubbing my chin. They take a seat and look at me. Diablo closes the door and walks over to take his seat next to me.
“Church is in session! Brothers, we have a problem. The Mexican Cartel wants us to distribute their drugs. I don’t like it since it will open the door to a lot of fucking issues. I don’t want the DEA down our necks,” I hiss, turning my fingers into my palms.
“We’re voting on this because it will affect all of the Brothers in the MC,” Diablo says, looking around the room.
“All in favor,” Shade says.
Shade is my blood brother and the MCs Secretary.
“Nay,” the majority of the Brothers say.
“Right. I’ll let the Cartel know that we’re not interested,” I hum, rubbing my chin.
“The Prospects are ready to patch in, so we will be having the Patching in this weekend. We will have a BBQ,” Diablo says, leaning back into his chair.
“The new strip club and bar are doing good. We need to look for another investment. I was thinking of a diner, but we need to work the numbers. Shadow, please work the numbers and have it ready for the next Church,” I say.
“Will do,” Shadow says, moving his head up and down.
Shadow is the MC treasurer and he’s great with accounting.
“Any issues,” Diablo asks, looking at the Brothers.
“Yeah, the club whores are getting demanding and clingy. I say we get new ones,” Menace hums, clenching his jaw. He’s the MC Sergeant At Arms; he protects me and the MC.
“All of them,” Diablo asks.
“Yeah,” Romeo says, moving his head up and down.
“I don’t see why it’s a problem! Tell the bitches to fuck off,” Snake hisses, shaking his head.
Snake is a hardcore Brother and doesn’t take shit from anyone.
“I need details. If they fuck you and clean up the clubhouse, then I don’t see the issues. Brothers, they’re the club whores, so tell them not to expect more from you. They know the deal, so for the moment, they stay,” I say, rolling my shoulders.
“Fuck,” Menace huffs, crossing his arms.
“Yes, deal with it,” Diablo snaps, lower in his eyelids.
“I think that we need more prospects, so that means that you invite some fuckers to hangaround, but no promises.
