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snatching a beer off the table and propping his feet where it had set. “Hey, Rose.”
“He speaks!” she said overdramatically. Tonto couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped. For someone so far out of her element, she sure did a good job holding herself together. She was anything but the weak female they had taken her for. The little bit of information they had gathered on her background had led them to believe her to be more emotional and fragile. From what they had seen, the girl held her own. It took a tough bitch to be in a crowd like this, and even though she was shocked, she still voiced her wittiness.
Sandman looked at her for a long time, still trying to see how deep her comfort level went before he broke her. When she didn’t turn away, he grinned. “Glad to see you made it. I gotta say, I didn’t think you would.”
“Why’s that?” she questioned without hesitation.
He leaned in, rolling to his side enough he was inches from her face. “Because I didn’t think you had what it takes to handle MC life.” He kept his eyes locked to hers, determined to push her to her limit.
“And now?” Rose quirked an eyebrow.
“Still don’t think you do.”
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
Sandman narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, attacking her lips with his. He didn’t wait for her to comply, but instead shoved past her lips into her mouth with enough heat her body shook. She turned into him, latching one hand around his neck, and returning the same amount of enthusiasm as he gave. Rose was determined to erase their delicate image of her and show them she was serious. For the first time in her life, she did the un-responsible thing and loved it. The harder he pushed, the harder she retaliated until they were locked in a full fledged tongue fuck. Just as fast as it had begun, she ended it. Rose pulled away and stood, tossing a cocky smile over her shoulder. “Which way is the kitchen? I need another beer.” It took Sandman a minute to find his tongue, which was unheard of. No one threw him off guard, and yet this little vanilla female had him stunned at every corner.
“That way. Grab a bottle of Tequila and shot glasses while you’re up.” He pointed to the right, and she spotted the doorway behind two abnormally large men who were propped against it with their arms folded across their chests. She had half a notion to tell him to get it himself, but given she was technically a guest in their house or whatever this place was, seemed rude. So, she nodded and walked away, her head held high.
“I think you’ve met your match, bro.” Tonto laughed, enjoying Sandman’s look of shock. It took a lot to shake his friend, but the little brunette had managed to do it on more than one occasion.
He and Sandman had shared women regularly, both preferring it over flying solo, so Rose wasn’t an exception. “She amuses me. No one surprises me, ever…but that one shocks the shit out of me regularly. I can’t figure her out. Not that I need to. All I want is her pussy. After that, who gives a fuck. It’s all about the game…and I always win.” He took a long pull off his beer and belched. Usually he didn’t want to play chase and didn’t have to given all the tail that fell at his feet daily. It was fresh to mix it up a little. She had what the bitches and rats didn’t—dignity. Whether it was a good thing or bad, he hadn’t decided. He didn’t ever want an ol' lady, and she was probably hoping to become one if she were anything like her whore of a mother. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation and wear her in good before he set her aside. If her cunt was half as tight as he thought it was, she was worth a little effort. It would be nice to fuck a girl and actually feel the walls of her cunt squeezing around his dick instead of tossing a hot dog down a hallway. He was hung like a damn mule and half the girls he stuffed it in were so loose it took their ass being
“He speaks!” she said overdramatically. Tonto couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped. For someone so far out of her element, she sure did a good job holding herself together. She was anything but the weak female they had taken her for. The little bit of information they had gathered on her background had led them to believe her to be more emotional and fragile. From what they had seen, the girl held her own. It took a tough bitch to be in a crowd like this, and even though she was shocked, she still voiced her wittiness.
Sandman looked at her for a long time, still trying to see how deep her comfort level went before he broke her. When she didn’t turn away, he grinned. “Glad to see you made it. I gotta say, I didn’t think you would.”
“Why’s that?” she questioned without hesitation.
He leaned in, rolling to his side enough he was inches from her face. “Because I didn’t think you had what it takes to handle MC life.” He kept his eyes locked to hers, determined to push her to her limit.
“And now?” Rose quirked an eyebrow.
“Still don’t think you do.”
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
Sandman narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, attacking her lips with his. He didn’t wait for her to comply, but instead shoved past her lips into her mouth with enough heat her body shook. She turned into him, latching one hand around his neck, and returning the same amount of enthusiasm as he gave. Rose was determined to erase their delicate image of her and show them she was serious. For the first time in her life, she did the un-responsible thing and loved it. The harder he pushed, the harder she retaliated until they were locked in a full fledged tongue fuck. Just as fast as it had begun, she ended it. Rose pulled away and stood, tossing a cocky smile over her shoulder. “Which way is the kitchen? I need another beer.” It took Sandman a minute to find his tongue, which was unheard of. No one threw him off guard, and yet this little vanilla female had him stunned at every corner.
“That way. Grab a bottle of Tequila and shot glasses while you’re up.” He pointed to the right, and she spotted the doorway behind two abnormally large men who were propped against it with their arms folded across their chests. She had half a notion to tell him to get it himself, but given she was technically a guest in their house or whatever this place was, seemed rude. So, she nodded and walked away, her head held high.
“I think you’ve met your match, bro.” Tonto laughed, enjoying Sandman’s look of shock. It took a lot to shake his friend, but the little brunette had managed to do it on more than one occasion.
He and Sandman had shared women regularly, both preferring it over flying solo, so Rose wasn’t an exception. “She amuses me. No one surprises me, ever…but that one shocks the shit out of me regularly. I can’t figure her out. Not that I need to. All I want is her pussy. After that, who gives a fuck. It’s all about the game…and I always win.” He took a long pull off his beer and belched. Usually he didn’t want to play chase and didn’t have to given all the tail that fell at his feet daily. It was fresh to mix it up a little. She had what the bitches and rats didn’t—dignity. Whether it was a good thing or bad, he hadn’t decided. He didn’t ever want an ol' lady, and she was probably hoping to become one if she were anything like her whore of a mother. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation and wear her in good before he set her aside. If her cunt was half as tight as he thought it was, she was worth a little effort. It would be nice to fuck a girl and actually feel the walls of her cunt squeezing around his dick instead of tossing a hot dog down a hallway. He was hung like a damn mule and half the girls he stuffed it in were so loose it took their ass being
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