Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(21)
He rubbed himself through his jeans for several long seconds, and then he reached between his fly and pulled his cock out. She lowered her gaze to the monster he unleashed, the massive erection that was long and thick, and the biggest damn cock she’d ever seen. She might have already seen it, tasted it, felt it inside of her, but it was still incredible.
The sight of him stroking himself, running his hand up and down the huge length, transfixed her. The tip was bulbous, slightly bigger than his length. The slit was wet with pre-cum, and it was all for her.
“I want to fuck you, but I need your mouth on me fist, baby girl.” His words left no room for argument.
Her inner muscles clenched for something substantial, for the thickness of his cock, for something that only Beast could give her. She knew he’d stretch her so good, so much that it would hurt, but only in the best kind of way.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered.
She dropped to her knees and saw his thick cock jutting right in her face, the slick tip begging to be sucked, to be cleaned off. She tilted her head back and looked up at him.
“That’s it. Look like you’re starving for my cum.”
The way he looked down at her, how he ran his fingers along the edge of her face, tracing her cheekbones, her chin, and moving lower to open her mouth with the finger and slip it inside, had her pussy clenching down harder.
“You want to suck my cock until I fill your mouth with my cum, don’t you?”
Damn, he had a filthy mouth.
“Yes,” she whispered. The tip of his dick brushed against her lips, and he commanded her to open with that small touch. In this dirty alley behind his club, where anyone could see them, Bridget closed her eyes, breathed out through her nose, and got ready to suck his dick.
I love you.
Maybe thinking those three words right now wasn’t appropriate, but the fact remained she couldn’t help herself, and she didn’t know if she’d be able to ever say them aloud.
Chapter Sixteen
“Well, where is the little cunt?” Francis asked, staring at his son. He was disappointed with the way Bridget had been handled. Disappointed, pissed off, and fucking horny. Violence always made him horny, and he knew Bridget was going to give him a reason to get violent. She’d been a hot, untapped little bitch that needed to know what it was like to have a good man between her legs. He couldn’t believe that Rafe had never gotten to her. He knew his son and Bridget had fucked, but his son hadn’t truly awakened the whore in Bridget. Every single woman was a slut underneath all that prim and proper shit. The two had been engaged, but there hadn’t been any real passion between them. He knew the two had fucked, but Rafe had never got into the woman’s head.
Francis had watched his son take many women, and he knew that Bridget was aware of it, even though she never talked about it. She’d been an efficient woman who didn’t ask too many questions. After going through so many bitches who looked too far into his business, or tried to fuck him, he’d not expected to find someone as good or as innocent as Bridget. She really didn’t have a clue who he was or what he did. It had been pitiful really, a lamb amongst lions. He shouldn’t have let his son get anywhere near her, but he’d been unable to do anything about it.
“She’s taken up with the Grit Chapter of the Soldiers of Wrath. Her stepbrother’s there,” Rafe said, inhaling on his cigar, blowing out a puff of smoke. “I already sent a guy to the parent’s house, but they’re gone.”
Francis looked toward his son. “Soldiers of Wrath? The fucking MC club?” He didn’t need this shit, not now. The Soldiers were linked to Zeke, and that fucker would take him down.
He could hold his own against an MC but not against Zeke. That fucker had his hands in many different pies, and he was fucking significant in the scheme of things.
“Yeah, just the Grit Chapter, it’s nothing to concern yourself with.”
Grabbing the stapler off his desk, Francis threw it, knocking Rafe to the ground. The stapler hit his son in the head, but he didn’t give a shit. His son was supposed to take over when he was gone, and that wasn’t going to happen if they were both dead.
“You don’t know shit about the MC, you piece of shit. They stick together, and they’re connected to Zeke.”
“He’s fucking old, and he’s settled down.”
His son’s generation had no fucking respect, not for their elders, not for the rules, not for fucking anything, and he was pissed off now.
“He’s old? You think he’s too fucking old?” Walking to his private files, he pulled out the latest order of kills that Zeke had issued. “This is what he did to the men who touched his woman. He killed his daughter’s mother, and he’s got no problem making men and women live through his kind of torture to make his point.” The pictures were ones that Francis was sure Zeke leaked himself to send a message to all of his enemies. Zeke was bad news, and he was in deep with the Soldiers. “Get to the fucking ground, and find out what I want to know.”
“I don’t have a clue what you want to know,” Rafe said.
“Fucking useless. I should have fucking killed you before you were born, you fucking bastard.” Walking toward his desk, he picked up the phone, and dialed his number. Francis had known killers at his fingertips; all willing to take whomever they could out without too many questions.