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“Oh shit! Sorry.” I look around like someone from the inside might have heard my slur. He takes me by the hand and pulls me to a door.
“No worries. The Sons aren’t real particular what they’re called as long as it isn’t saying something bad about their women. The Sons have a real big thing for their women.”
We go into a room so dark that for just a second my eyes have trouble adjusting. Some of the men in the front turn to look at us but none of them act like there’s anything out of turn about us being here. One of the men, a huge tall man, unwinds himself from a table and places a woman who is sitting in his lap in the chair he was just lounging in.
“Demon. Glad you could make it. You have any trouble?” The two men do that thing guys do when they know each other but they don’t want to hug, pulling one another in for a shoulder bump as they grip hands.
“Almost. Got there right as he decided to stop by. We didn’t stick around and be neighborly.”
The man nods and turns his eyes to me. He has the coldest eyes I have ever seen but a friendly smile that sends the opposite message to a person. “Welcome to the Sons of Chaos Clubhouse.”
I give him a small smile before stepping closer to Demon.
“I took the liberty of putting you in the top room where your father’s old room used to be. You’ll have to tell me if you have as much fun as he did in it.”
He winks before turning his back and walking back to the little redhead looking over at us with intense interest. Before I can ask who she is, Demon takes me by the hand and we make our way to the stairs.
Once we get up to the room and the door is closed, it hits me that I’ve left with a man I barely know and now I’m locked in a room in a motorcycle club’s building with that man.
“Do you like those stretchy things?”
“Stretchy things?”
“The tight things? Do you like them?” He points to my leggings and asks me again.
“My leggings?” He nods. “Do I like my leggings?”
“Yeah. Do you like them because if you do you should take them off now.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I’m about to toss you on that bed and when I do, I plan to eat the fuck out of that pussy, and nothing is going to get in the way!”
Before I can say anything, I’m being picked up and tossed on the bed. Even though my mouth is still hanging open my hands go to the top of my leggings to do as he says. “Wait…can we talk about…I guess not.”
He doesn’t pause and keeps coming towards me with an intense gleam in his eyes. I start working them down my legs. I didn’t bring enough clothes to lose a pair. I raise my hips up off the bed to kick them off but apparently, I don’t move fast enough. Demon helps me pull them off the rest of the way and tosses them over his shoulder.
He runs his nose up my inner thigh before placing his mouth on me. My breath catches in my throat as he uses his tongue on me again. He did this before but somehow it was different then. It’s like my body has forgotten what it was like. Or maybe it will always be like this. This earth-shaking, breath-catching experience that rocks the foundations of my soul.
He pulls his face back just enough for me to understand what he is saying, “I missed the taste of your sweet pussy, angel.”
His words make me blush and breathe harder. They also go straight to my heart. Does it mean more to him than it normally would? Something tells me Demon doesn’t bother with lies and things he doesn’t mean. So, I understand he likes how I taste, but is that all, or does he feel something for me deeper than just wanting to perform oral on me all the time? And is it just because he has to take care of me and keep me close so I’m the obvious answer?
“Is…,” I stumble over the words I want to ask, “it normal to, um…oh, my God that feels good! Does it always feel like this? Do you normally like…um, doing this so much?”
He sits back far enough for me to see how his face glistens with my…
“I’ve never done it with anyone else so I don’t know how anyone else tastes.”
His answer shocks me but also causes me to frown. I didn’t think he would ever lie to me. But surely he’s done this hundreds of times before. “You aren’t going to tell me you’re a virgin. That would be…it can’t be…”
He chuckles, “No. I’m far from a virgin but that doesn’t mean I was going to put my fucking mouth on any pussy out there. I wanted to keep that for the right person at the right time. I mean…it’s my mouth for fuck’s sake.”
“B…but you’re so good at it.”
He laughs again before wagging his eyebrows at me. “Thank you. I always like a compliment.”
The fact he just shared something so personal with me stuns me. And makes my mind go so many different places. “What, um, else did you not do? You know, to keep it for just one person.”
