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No, this enemy rapes little girls, kidnaps and sells women, and burns people alive. It’s only a matter of time before they do it again.
“I wish we were fighting the same enemy, brothers. It just doesn’t sound like we are,” Roadkill says.
“No, it doesn’t. I appreciate the meeting, though, and the hospitality,” Mason replies.
“Stay as long as you want.”
“We’ll head out first thing in the morning.”
I arch an eyebrow at Mason, knowing he intended to stay the full weekend. He gives me a knowing look. I’m right, and it’s time to put an end to this.
We head out to where the ladies are. By this time, they’re shooting pool and playing darts. There are some chips and queso on the bar, and the bartender puts some cold beers out for us. I grab one and take a swig as I walk over to Taylor.
“Everything okay?” she asks, and I nod, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.
I used to be a romantic. Back when Lizzie and I were dating, I bought her flowers, sent her cards, and remembered every special date. Then, when things ended with her, I became callous. Women were good for one thing only, and I didn’t care if I put my dick in their mouth, pussy, or ass.
But seeing some of your closest friends die, and you couldn’t save them, changes the way you look at things. Carson and Lina were going to have a baby. They had plans for a family. It was all taken away from them in a matter of minutes.
It was easy to convince myself I didn’t want those things when I was fucking random chicks who barely knew my name. I can’t convince myself of that when it comes to Taylor. Believe me, I’ve fought like hell to do so.
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Taylor
It’s easy to forget what’s going on back home when you spend a little time away. We are having a great time, laughing and joking while we play pool. The worries of what could be happening in Birmingham are forgotten…at least for a little while. Even Christian is smiling, which is something I haven’t seen too often.
“I like this,” I say, reaching up and trailing my fingertip over his lips. “It’s a good look for you.”
“Oh yeah? You know what looks good on you?” I arch an eyebrow. “Me.”
“Jesus.” I laugh. His hands skim my thighs at the hem of my dress. It wasn’t hard to figure out he likes them.
“We could get out of here, and I can show you.”
Part of me wants to stay, keep hanging out with everyone. The other part loves how much Christian wants me. Loves that he’s no longer afraid to show me. And absolutely loves that I’m not afraid either.
That part wins out.
I take his hand, waving goodbye to everyone as he leads me out. He climbs onto his bike and straps his helmet on. Once mine is on, I start to climb onto the bike, but he stops me. He scoots back on the seat and motions for me to sit in front of him. I’m petite enough that he can still operate the bike with me in this position. Christian rides off, and I do my best to hold on. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he holds me in place.
Seeing the road from this point of view makes me want to learn how to ride. All of the Harlots are riders. If I want to be one of them some day I should learn. I make a mental note to ask Christian to teach me.
He rides through the city, traffic just as busy as Birmingham. I have no idea where he’s going and don’t really care. We’re together. That’s all that matters. I shift on the seat a little, and his hard cock presses against my butt. Wherever we’re going, I hope we get there fast.
As if reading my mind, he dips his hand beneath my dress and tugs the front of my panties down. I adjust so he can gain access, and he eases two fingers inside me, pumping and stroking while we ride. Between the vibration of the bike and his fingers, I come within minutes. I’m overwhelmed with the need for more of him. If he could fuck me on this bike while riding through the city, I would let him. I am desperate for him. I only hope he’s as desperate for me.
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Munsey
Ican’t sink inside her fast enough. I turn off the main highway and ride down to a park. Finding a secluded area, I stop beneath some trees. Truth is, I don’t give a damn if we get caught. I can’t wait another second.
Taylor starts to get off my bike, but I push her forward, lifting her ass just off the seat. Frantically, I unbutton my jeans and shove them down enough to free my dick. I barely manage to get her panties pulled to the side. With a rough thrust, I’m seated deep inside her.
She moans as I fuck her fast and hard. My bike rumbles beneath us, the engine still on. I grip her hips, lifting her each time I ram back inside. She props herself up, and I tug the top of her sundress down, loving the way her perfect little tits bounce with every thrust.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Fuck me just like that. You’re doing great,” I encourage her. “Perfection. You are absolute fucking perfection.”
