His fingers spread out on my stomach and then move to my hips. With quick movements, he claws my jeans and underwear down to my ankles, and then he’s pulling my legs into a butterfly shape with just enough room for him to put his head between my thighs.
His actions to get close to my pussy were fast and furious, but once he’s down there, he’s slow and deliberate, licking and kissing the outside softly before he slowly sinks his head low and licks his fill. He takes his time, raising me up and down for longer than I expected I could last for. I moan and groan, and just when I think I can’t take anything more, I tell him something I’ve never told anyone before.
“I love you.”
He stills and then pulls his head back, raising my legs to rest on his shoulders. I look ridiculous with my shirt not even bunched up but my pants at my ankles and next to his head.
In total silence, he undoes his jeans,pulls out his fat cock, and pulls me to just over the edge so half myass isn’t touching the metal table. He rubs his dick up and down my slit and then slides it through my folds to hit my clit, teasing it while getting a dick hug likea freaking hot dog bun around his cock.
“Please.”
“Anything for you, baby girl. Anything.”
He pushes his dick in, just the tip, and adjusts till his hands reach under my shoulder blades and grabs the top of my shoulders for leverage.
“I love you too,” he says as he rams into me, and I ride the wave of his amazing cock as it stretches my pussy out to be his forever more.
Just like it was always meant to be.
Epilogue - Domino
“You really going to leave me?” Jumper whines again, and I just chuckle at his antics. He’s been like this since I got back a week ago and told him I wasn’t staying.
“Yeah, man. Never thought I’d want a presidency or my own club before, but I like it. I got a taste for it, and I don’t want to give it up.”
“Yeah, but you’re leaving all this. Your club, your family. Hell, what about me and our plans to open our own business and not just rent a chair out?”
I look at him, really look, and see what’s really going on. This has nothing to do with me leaving. Well, it does, and it doesn’t. Jumper was always the first to jump, but only if he knew he wouldn’t be alone. And that’s what my leaving does. Our plans become his plans. Our business becomes his. And he’s freaking out.
“Sorry, man. I didn’t think about that.” He nods and looks at his drink, but I touch his arm to get his attention back on me. “Seriously. Sorry. But I know you can do this. I didn’t even know half of anything about tattooing till you showed me. You’re going to open a shop, and it’ll be awesome. The club will back you, but you won’t need it, ’cause you’re that good. And if you need me, I’ll be here. Michigan is north, but not that far north. Hell, you could get so good at this that you might need to open a second shop, and you know I’ll be vying for a chair in any shop you own.”
He takes a deep breath and clears his throat. “Thanks, man. Maybe I’ll come up and visit your sorry ass sometime.”
“You’ll always be welcome. Already got a room reserved for you for whenever you want it, for however long.”
I would give my left nut to have Jumper in my club. Him and me together again? Fuck yeah. But he ain’t ready to move. Maybe never. The guy will remain my best friend no matter where I live. Damn fool is stuck with me till long after death.
Just like my woman.
I still can’t believe she came with me. I still can’t believe that I have an old lady.
Fucking lucky is what I am.
Looking over at my girl, I just smile. She has a bit of a fan club already. Once word got out about my old lady being taken, word of her being an MMA fighter came with it. Soon, her videos of boxing in the underground circuit got around. And not just among the Hounds. The Crazy Eights have all but tried to recruit her since we got here. Billy and her sister, Penny, rarely leave her side.
I’m not worried, though. My girl came with me for me. She isn’t about to go with another. Out of everyone in her life before me, I was the only one she was willing to be teamed up with for more than a night of fighting like Summer. And that’s her ride-or-die chick. That’s sacred, and still I trumped it.
Not going to ask why. Not going to ask how. Just know I’m going to thank her every single day she wakes up in my bed. Just like this morning. I’m actually becoming addicted toher. Who needs a cigarette when you can lick a pussy in the morning to wake up?
“Yo.” Kooper places new beers on the table, which I accept gratefully, then takes a chair and spins it around before sitting down.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime, Prez.” He smirks, and I snort.
Rolling my eyes, I take a large gulp. “Dick.”
The boys are taking it well that I’m leaving. Well, mostly. The real kicker is that I’m taking on a presidency for legit reasons. No one saw that coming. Casper had faith in me, and no one questioned if I could, but all were surprised that I wanted it for more than a temporary thing. I get it. I was surprised, too, at first. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.
