that.
“Oh God,” she said again.
Feeling how close she was to exploding, Lash centred
his attention on her clit, flicking the nub with his tongue. In a matter of
moments Angel splintered apart in his arms. He slurped up her cum and brought
her down gently from her orgasm.
She sat slumped on his kitchen counter. Her breasts
quivered with each indrawn breath she took.
“I think this is the best my counter has ever
looked,” he said, wiping her juices from his chin and standing up.
A blush filled her cheeks, and her gaze looked past
his shoulder. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand in her hair and brought her
lips to his. He slammed his lips against hers taking control of her through his
kiss alone.
Angel went from being tense to putty in his hands.
She relaxed against him giving into what he wanted.
“They’ll be more playtime later. Serve me dinner, woman,” he said.
“I hate it when you get all male on me.”
He helped her off the counter then slapped her ass
on the way past. “Get used to it. I’m the one in control, and that’s never
going to change, not even for you.”
She rubbed her bottom but didn’t speak back to him
again.
His hand had left a red print on her ass, and Lash
shook his head.
Tearing his clothes off his body he headed toward
the laundry room, picking Angel’s clothes up on his way past. He stuffed them
into the machine and filled it with powder before heading back to his woman.
Angel was serving them up some casserole as he took
his seat at the table. He loved watching her work his kitchen. Her ass shook
with every step she took. Lash loved the little jiggle of her ass and tits.
“Did you have a good day at work?” she asked,
walking toward him. She carried both of their plates and put one in front of
him.
“It was okay.”
He didn’t talk about club business with her. She was
an old lady and a civilian. Tiny had taught him at a young age to keep club
business to himself . When he’d asked why, Tiny had
looked at Patricia, who’d still been alive, and told him rival clubs couldn’t
use their women against them.
It was known that The Skulls didn’t tell their women
their secrets. The women were left alone, and the men could function in peace
without freaking out every time their women left the house. While the shit was
going down with the Lions, Lash wanted his woman safe. He didn’t trust any of
the men from the rival group, and until Angel’s father was taken care of, he
was going to veer on the side of caution when it came to her.
Angel didn’t push him for answers, and they ate
their meal in silence. Once food was finished Lash took her up to their
bathroom where he ran a bubble bath. They bathed together before he dried her
body and led her back through to the main bedroom.
He was wiping the water from his body while she
brushed her hair. Lash noticed her gaze was on him all the time she looked in
the mirror.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.
“I was just wondering about your tattoos. I noticed
all the guys have them.” She pointed at his arm and chest.
Lash loved getting ink. The biggest tattoo he held
was of the Fort Wills emblem of The Skulls. “They’re a rite of passage and just
some cool pictures. The tree was my idea, and I get an artist in the city to do
mine. I’d never trust one of the guys to touch my skin.”
“I noticed the tree had lines in the centre.”
He gazed down his body to see what she was looking
at. “Yep, I asked for them.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to have the name of my woman and my kids
in that tree. Tiny has a tattoo down his arm. He has the names of his woman and
daughter. I think he even put Nash and my names on it seeing as he helped to
raise us. I thought it was cool and decided that was what I was going to do.”
She finished brushing her hair and moved past him to
the bed. Her body was bare of any clothing. He’d banned clothing from bed. If she stepped foot inside his bed with clothing on, then he
“Oh God,” she said again.
Feeling how close she was to exploding, Lash centred
his attention on her clit, flicking the nub with his tongue. In a matter of
moments Angel splintered apart in his arms. He slurped up her cum and brought
her down gently from her orgasm.
She sat slumped on his kitchen counter. Her breasts
quivered with each indrawn breath she took.
“I think this is the best my counter has ever
looked,” he said, wiping her juices from his chin and standing up.
A blush filled her cheeks, and her gaze looked past
his shoulder. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand in her hair and brought her
lips to his. He slammed his lips against hers taking control of her through his
kiss alone.
Angel went from being tense to putty in his hands.
She relaxed against him giving into what he wanted.
“They’ll be more playtime later. Serve me dinner, woman,” he said.
“I hate it when you get all male on me.”
He helped her off the counter then slapped her ass
on the way past. “Get used to it. I’m the one in control, and that’s never
going to change, not even for you.”
She rubbed her bottom but didn’t speak back to him
again.
His hand had left a red print on her ass, and Lash
shook his head.
Tearing his clothes off his body he headed toward
the laundry room, picking Angel’s clothes up on his way past. He stuffed them
into the machine and filled it with powder before heading back to his woman.
Angel was serving them up some casserole as he took
his seat at the table. He loved watching her work his kitchen. Her ass shook
with every step she took. Lash loved the little jiggle of her ass and tits.
“Did you have a good day at work?” she asked,
walking toward him. She carried both of their plates and put one in front of
him.
“It was okay.”
He didn’t talk about club business with her. She was
an old lady and a civilian. Tiny had taught him at a young age to keep club
business to himself . When he’d asked why, Tiny had
looked at Patricia, who’d still been alive, and told him rival clubs couldn’t
use their women against them.
It was known that The Skulls didn’t tell their women
their secrets. The women were left alone, and the men could function in peace
without freaking out every time their women left the house. While the shit was
going down with the Lions, Lash wanted his woman safe. He didn’t trust any of
the men from the rival group, and until Angel’s father was taken care of, he
was going to veer on the side of caution when it came to her.
Angel didn’t push him for answers, and they ate
their meal in silence. Once food was finished Lash took her up to their
bathroom where he ran a bubble bath. They bathed together before he dried her
body and led her back through to the main bedroom.
He was wiping the water from his body while she
brushed her hair. Lash noticed her gaze was on him all the time she looked in
the mirror.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.
“I was just wondering about your tattoos. I noticed
all the guys have them.” She pointed at his arm and chest.
Lash loved getting ink. The biggest tattoo he held
was of the Fort Wills emblem of The Skulls. “They’re a rite of passage and just
some cool pictures. The tree was my idea, and I get an artist in the city to do
mine. I’d never trust one of the guys to touch my skin.”
“I noticed the tree had lines in the centre.”
He gazed down his body to see what she was looking
at. “Yep, I asked for them.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to have the name of my woman and my kids
in that tree. Tiny has a tattoo down his arm. He has the names of his woman and
daughter. I think he even put Nash and my names on it seeing as he helped to
raise us. I thought it was cool and decided that was what I was going to do.”
She finished brushing her hair and moved past him to
the bed. Her body was bare of any clothing. He’d banned clothing from bed. If she stepped foot inside his bed with clothing on, then he
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