Loving My Girl
Dashawn
I pulled up to the clubhouse, eyeing Joker and Ice. I looked them both up and down, and I
noticed some bruising on Ice’s face.
“You two work your sh*t out?” I asked, taking my helmet off.
“Yeah,” Ice said.
“Good. The girls and the kids are clean and fed. Demon got shot, but he was wearing a vest,
so he’s just bruised.”
“Thank f*ck,” both Joker and Ice said at the same time.
I nodded, “Have you kicked Heather’s a*s out yet?”
“Not yet. Haven’t heard or seen her. But I have the paperwork ready. Do you want me to give
her last month’s pay?”
“We aren’t total monsters. I don’t care, I just want her out,” I said, as I got off my bike.
“I’m putting a vote to Church. Club girls are going to get gone. They’re too much trouble.”
“Good, I am glad to see you come to your senses. I need to see my girl, so talk to you later.”
“Hey,” Ice called out.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t freak out when you see her. It’s not that bag.”
“I saw the hit, I’ll be fine,” I said back to him. I rushed into the clubhouse. I looked around but didn’t see my girl.
Mom came rushing up to me.” How are you? Everything went okay?”
“Yeah, there were eight girls and two little boys. We also picked up an extra female. She
wants to be put to work in the garage. I’ll talk to Ice about it, but can you find her a room?
Bleach blonde, name’s Brittney.”
“Yeah, go see Sam. She’s in your room.”
“Oh, tell Uncle Bear and Aunt Rachel, D was shot, but he was wearing a vest, so he’s fine.”
“Oh, thank f*ck.”
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“We were taught well, mama.”
She patted my cheek, and I kissed her forehead and then went to the hallway to go to my room. I pushed my door open after coding in, and stopped dead.
A breath rushed out of me, I quickly but quietly shut the door. She was on her back uncovered, one arm thrown over her head, the other under her gorgeous br*asts. Her head was turned towards the door. Her face was relaxed in sleep. She looked so innocent and angelic. Her auburn hair splayed out across my pillows. Her creamy skin glowed from the setting sun coming through the glow of the curtains. Her curvy waist and hips on full display. One of her fit legs was bent and to the side while the other was straight. She was wide open for my
pleasurable view.
I would have totally jumped her if it wasn’t for the fact I was covered in grime and some blood. So, I quickly made my way to the bathroom and quietly shut the door.
I quickly washed, and then I brushed my hair and teeth.
I opened the door and peaked out. She was still in the same position. I smiled wickedly. I shuffled to her and looked at her beautiful face. There was the busted lip. Rage swiftly engulfed my mind and body and I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She handled it,
she’s fine, just like my mom said.
My eyes roamed her body, stopping on her plump br*asts, soon I’ll have those puppies in my mouth. But first. I knelt on the bed and slowly spread her legs more. I wedged my large frame between them and put them on my shoulders. I leaned in and inhaled her sweet tangy scent. F*ck it was so good, and I knew she tasted just as good. I flattened my tongue and slowly licked up and then down before spearing her entrance, penetrating her just as slowly. Getting her sweet delicious juices all over my tongue. I f*cked her with my tongue at a steady pace. I opened my mouth wide and latched onto her p*ssy as I sucked and speared her over and over. I ate her like I was a man dying. I held her thighs as she started to moan and shift. Her head whipped side to side and then her eyes popped open. They shot down her body and once she saw it was me, she lifted her hips and rubbed herself all over my mouth.
“F*ck Dashawn. Oh, God, yes, please, please, don’t stop.”
She thrusted against my face, she was so lost in her pleasure. I leaned in more, latching onto her stiff little cl*t. She bucked and screamed. I squeezed a hand between us and pushed two fingers into her. I flicked her cl*t with my tongue. Her cries were uncontrollable and loud. I thrusted my fingers deep, and curled them, rubbing in a come hither motion on the rough little spot inside of her. Juices flowed out of her as her body arched, and she screamed her
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pleasure over and over. I licked every drop off of her. She made a mess of my face and I loved it. I withdrew my fingers and sucked them clean. I kissed her thighs, her puffy p*ssy, her little tummy bump, nibbling on it. She squeaked and tried to stop me, but I loved her soft
roundness.
I got to my two favorite treats and put them together so I could s*ck on both n*pples. She
moaned, her hands going to my head and shoulders massaging them. I groaned because it
felt fantastic. I crawled up to her mouth and plunged my tongue into hers. We kissed and
groped each other like we were two h*rny teenagers. She made a small noise, and I pulled back. Her lip split and she was bleeding a little. I leaned down and licked it. Her coppery
blood lingered on my tongue as I swallowed.
“Sorry, baby. I forgot.”
“Me too. How was your trip?”
“Exciting and scary. Demon got shot.”
“What!”
“Shhh, he’s okay. He had a vest on,” I said, kissing her softly, grateful for her concern. She
likes my family.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Are you? I saw the video of you and Heather.”
She looked away guiltily.
“Sorry, I know you and her have history.”
“I don’t give a f*ck. She f*cked with you and you handled it. Turned me on,” I said, nuzzling
her neck.
She sighed and gave me more access. I sucked on her skin, and licked her to her ear, n*bbling on her lobe. She spread her legs more and wrapped them around me. I slowly penetrated her
and we both groaned.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered. Hugging me to her.
I pumped a slow, steady rhythm, kissing her softly, soothing her injury.
“I love you so much. You are my everything. You feel so good, baby. I love feeling your walls
flutter around me. Your p*ssy is so tight and wet, you’re f*cking exquisite.”
Her body shuddered as she came. She tightened around me and I pumped harder and faster.
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I grabbed her thigh on her left side and lifted her higher, so I sank deeper with my thrusts. I couldn’t get enough of this silky, smooth wet oasis. Her body made squelching noises, and it
drove me nuts, knowing what I did to her. She scratched at my shoulders and back, I gritted my teeth at the exquisite pain that flowed through me. I arched and with a roar emptied myself into her. I pumped into her so hard the bed hit the wall with a thump, thump, thump, until, with a final bang, I collapsed onto her.
She wrapped around me, hugging me tight. Our bodies slick with sweat and our lust.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said to her as I lifted onto my elbows and stared into her eyes.
She smiled, her cheeks coloring.
“You’re sure you are okay?” She asked.
“Yes, baby. We had to kill some guys. But we got everyone.
“No one was severely hurt?”
“No one on our side,” I said with a smirk.
“I’m glad. It would have made me sad this Christmas holiday when it has been the best one
I’ve ever had. You’ve changed my mindset about this holiday at least.”
“Do you have something you don’t like about New Year’s Eve?”
“It’s just another day,” she said.
“Have you never celebrated?”
“No, I’m normally in bed before the ball drops,” she whispered.
“Well, we’re changing that this year. What about Valentine’s Day?”
“I’ve never had a reason to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”
“Your dad never brought you flowers? My dad gave my sisters flowers and my mom jewelry
and a romantic dinner.”
“No, my parents were always working, or they did their own thing. The closest thing I got on Valentine’s Day was when Avery would send me a candy gram at school, and I would send her one, but I’ve never celebrated with a boy.”
Oh, she was getting spoiled.
“Hmm, okay,” I said.
“So the video showed you kicking the sh*t out of Heather. But what set her off?”
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“She saw me with your Property Cut. She claimed you had to have made it for her, that she saw it. She actually snuck into your room and opened my bag thinking it was yours. She saw it on top and thought you had it made for her. Then, when she claimed you were her man, I saw red and told her that I was pretty sure it was my p*ssy you pumped your d*ck in and that it was your ring on my finger. She lost it and launched herself at me. I just finished it. I don’t want her near you, Dashawn. If I see her anywhere near you, touching you, I am liable to kill
her.”
I raised my eyebrows at her claim. I looked into her eyes and she looked utterly serious. I
smiled and puffed out my chest a little, my woman was possessive.
“You don’t have to worry about her, Sweet Girl. Ice is getting rid of all the club wh*res before
the New Year.”
“Good. I don’t know how comfortable I would be if you had to come here without me knowing
all that temptation would be around.”
“Do you really think I would do that?” I was a little hurt.
“No, it’s not you I don’t trust, it’s them. I’ve heard of people becoming too intoxicated or
someone being drugged and then waking up the next morning with regrets.”
“Well, that’s true, you just described my relationship with Heather in the past. So, I get what
you are saying.”
Her stomach growled and I laughed. We got out of bed and showered quickly and then made our way to the kitchen after dressing. The kitchen table was surrounded by the rescued
women and children and Brittney.
Mom, Aunt Becs, Aunt Lia and Uncle Owen were making food and setting out plates and
utensils. Samantha and I jumped in to help.
This wasn’t dinner but a snack a couple of hours before, so it was just sub sandwiches with
different chips and a vegetable tray.
Everyone went around the table and introduced themselves. We listened as some of them told their story. Samantha was compassionate and listened with interest. One of the little boys climbed onto her lap to play with the ends of her hair and she let him. I was trying my hardest not to be jealous of a six–year–old, but it was d*mn hard. At one point, both the little boy and I touched the same part of her hair, and he eyed me. I looked at him, and he stuck his tongue out at me and snatched her hair out of
my hand.
This little b*stard.
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I narrowed my eyes and he narrowed his. Then the little sh*t whimpered, and she cooed to
him and snuggled him to her. And he smiled. Oh, he knew what he was doing. I glared, and
my mom popped me in the head.
“Mom,” I hissed at her.
“Stop trying to intimidate a six–year–old.”
“He’s trying to take my girl,” I pouted.
She snorted. “Look at him, he’s already done it.”
I looked at my girl and the six–year–old. The little boy was curled up in her lap. His head pillowed on my favorite pair of fun bags. He looked dazed and blissed out, his eyes half–mast.
I sighed, yeah buddy, I bliss out on those too. I leaned over and kissed her temple. I imagined this is what it would look like with one of our kids, but I bet my kids wouldn’t oust me out of my love’s arms, no they would surely share with their daddy.
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