Skully
Iwait for the knock. Every day it’s like clockwork. Sometime between five and five fifteen she shows up at my door with another package. I wonder if she even questions the fact that I receive so many boxes. I could’ve ordered all the materials I needed for my tattooing setup at once, but apparently, I like to inflict myself with pain. My dick throbs like it’s being constricted by a blood pressure cuff, tightening and tightening as my pulse races. Waiting for the knock to come.
She always finds some reason to linger in my room. Sometimes talking about the club and asking me about certain terms regarding the auto shop so she can make heads and tales of things on the invoices. She could ask Ripper or any of the others, but she doesn’t. And honestly, I’m not sure I want her to. When the tension becomes a noose around my nerves and I’ve had all that I can take, I snap at her to leave. Then I fuck my fist so hard I nearly rub myself raw.
Today, she’s running late, and my balls are already aching. I know I have another package coming. I checked the delivery status and it’s here. So, where the fuck is she?
The soft knock on the door has me clenching my fists. My tension starting to squeeze my nerves, and when I call out, it’s tight in my voice.
“What the hell do you want?”
The knob turns and the door opens slowly. She comes walking in, and my cock constricts further as my blood pressure spikes. I’ve never seen her looking so fucking sexy. Her shirt barely goes below her tits and that skirt she’s wearing barely covers her ass. It looks like she borrowed her outfit from one of the sweetbutts because my sweet Madison always dressed prim and proper. She’s even gone to the trouble of doing her makeup, painting her lips cherry red just like a pin-up model, and she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. Fuck me, she’s too pretty.
I bet all my brothers want a taste of her. That’s probably why she’s dressed like this. To get their attention. It’s Friday night, which means everyone’s here. Everyone’s drinking and wanting to fuck, and she’s looking like a ripe strawberry up for the taking.
“Another package arrived.” Her soft voice coats me like a warm blanket, radiating heat throughout my frigid veins. She brings the box over and places it on my table, somehow managing to knock my pens over in the process. “Oops. I’m so sorry, Skully. I can be such a klutz sometimes.”
She immediately drops to the ground, crawling on her hands and knees to clean them up. The sight of her on all fours draws the cum right to the end of my dick. It reminds me of the first time she and I had a squabble. Her stubborn little hide was mad because I wouldn’t let her come to a club party one night. The place was going to be filled with brothers from the Northeast chapter and without my cut on her back, I didn’t trust the situation. Not that I would let her out of my sight, but I wasn’t inthe mood for men ogling what was mine. But the girl showed up anyway. Defying my order. Making my dick so hard I could cut steel.
She marched right in, looking like a foxy little biker chick and told me Shayna invited her. Then she tried to ignore my ass, which was like foreplay to my cock. When I couldn’t take the pain of my need anymore, I marched right over and hauled her ass back here to my room, and then I spanked her naughty behind before I plowed my dick into her soaked cunt and drilled it into her that she was never to defy me or ignore me again. But the ornery girl enjoyed her punishment too much and from that moment on she was determined to find ways to push my buttons. And man did I love her for it.
A pen goes rolling under the bed, pulling my focus back down to her ripe body. She leans forward, reaching under to get it, and as her chest dips, I get a straight view between her legs. Her pussy is completely bare under her skirt. She parts her legs further, that short skirt doing nothing to hide her slick folds, and the anger slams in hard. At some point, she may have bent over today and one of my brothers could’ve had a look at her bare pink pussy.
I roll my chair forward, trapping her between me and the bed.
“Got it.” She sits up, startling by my proximity. “I…um…Skully…”
I reach out, gripping around the base of her neck and the words get trapped behind her nerves. The tension is strangling me, and my grip tightens. Any of my brothers could’ve seen her pussy. Any of them could’ve seen her perfect folds and that perfect ass. But that was probably her intent. Why else would the girl strut around a motorcycle club looking like sex and not wearing any underwear.
“Why the fuck are you walking around with no panties on? You trying to show off your cunt to my brothers? Get one of them to fuck you?”
She blinks wide and shakes her head slowly against my hold. I can feel her nerves rolling thickly down her throat as she swallows. The fear is back in her eyes. Burning dark like the deep depths of the ocean.
“I took them off right before I came in here. The only one I wanted to look was you.”
My grip tightens, my control slipping as her confession resonates. This little display was intended to taunt me. Intended to torture my cock. She came in here and knocked my pens down so she could show me her little pussy. So she could make me lose control. Well, she finally has succeeded because I can’t stop it.
I tug her forward, so close I can see every tiny freckle on her face. My words seethe through gritted teeth. “You wanted to show it to me, then fucking show it to me.” I urge her up by my hold, forcing her to sit on the bed. “Now, pull your skirt up.”
My grip around her neck unlocks and I sit back, waiting. Anger and lust thundering in, pounding in my ears, heaving in my chest. She refuses to listen. I told her to go. I told her I never wanted to see her again. But she’s here. Working in my club. Coming into my room day in and day out, reminding me of how fucking good it was. And now, she’s trying to torture my cock with my need for her. Crawling around on the ground, trying to show me her bare cunt until I succumb to the urges.
She shouldn’t want me. I’m no fucking good for her. But she’s still here, and for once, she’s doing as she’s told. She shifts back on the bed, her hands reaching for the bottom of her skirt. She’s breathing fast and her body is practically shaking, but there isn’t fear in her eyes. There should be. She should be afraid of me because I’m a madman now.
She shifts her skirt all the way up, but I don’t have a good view with her thighs closed. “Thought you wanted to show it to me. Spread your fucking legs.”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip and her cheeks blush so hot it’s as if she just got burned by the sun. She wanted to taunt me, to tempt me, but she had no idea she was tempting the devil. Her legs slowly part, and my cock lurches in my pants. That ache growing heavier. Her pussy is slick with her cum, and she’s swollen.
It still is the prettiest I’ve ever seen. Silky and smooth. Her folds thick, especially when she’s horny. I used to long for her to show up in leggings because she’d get one serious camel toe when her body ran hot, and it was so fucking sexy to see the outline of her pussy lips. The little nub poking out up top. Just like it is right now.
“Your little cunt is a fucking cocktease. You come in here all wet and swollen, begging for my attention. Well, you fucking have it. Is this what you wanted?”
I swear I see her pussy quiver before me. Her juices leaking out onto my sheets. She’s so fucking horny, she can’t even contain herself. I’m barely holding myself to this chair. My fists squeezing the life out of the armrests.
“I wanted you to touch me.” Her breathless whisper twitches my nerves. My cock is aching. When her hand starts to slide between her legs, I finally snap. The last shred of my restraint is gone. I push forward and shove her hand away, shoving my hand between her legs instead. I grip her cunt with my full palm, biting back my groan as her cum slickens my skin. She’s warm and wet, and plumper than usual.
“This what you wanted? You wanted me touch you?” I press my palm down over her clit and watch as her eyes flutter under the pressure. She’s so hungry for it. So sensitive. I pump my palm against her, and she lets out a whimper. Her head fallingback on her shoulders as her shirt rides up and reveals the curve of her tits. No fucking bra either. Fuck that’s hot. And so fucking maddening.
“You just don’t know what’s good for you, do you?” I want to rip her shirt off so bad and nibble on that plump flesh. Lick around the base of each curve. Draw her nipples tight between my lips as she writhes on my hand. “You should stay the fuck away from me. Yet…” I shift my hand, sliding my two thick fingers down her folds, right through her slick seam, teasing my way to her entrance. “You keep showing up in my room, begging for my attention.”
