Page 60 of Red's Peril: Part 1

“You’ve got a way about you.” Rainman raises his chin as he assesses me. “Cool, calm, but firm, and likeable. I can see why Drummer recommended you.”

Yet again my face glows.Damn complexion.

I shrug off his compliment. “I just call things as I see them.”

He tilts his bottle toward the bar where Josh—no,Joker—is demanding Shadow’s attention. “Patching him in was a good move. Gave us something positive to focus on.”

I grin, remembering how we’d mentally tortured the poor man. I think Joker had thought we were throwing him out of the club, but fuck knows why he’d think that. He’d appeared cowed and acted as though he’d been expecting to be kicked to the kerb. When we’d relented and passed him his patches, he’d damn near broken down.

He’s over that now and making the most of it. If he’s like any other newly patched in member, I’ll place bets where he’ll be heading next.

Standing, I rest my hand on Rainman’s shoulder for an instant. “I’m going to get some private time with Pixie before Joker decides to get his dick wet.”

“Good idea, Brother.” The VP offers me a smirk.

Pixie’s hovering close to Joker with Angel by her side, both ready and waiting for the newly patched member to remember he’s allowed to fuck them now. I’m certain I can offer something better. Joker won’t have fucked a woman in nearly twelve months, yet I’m in top form.

Approaching Pixie, I put my arm around her shoulders. “Wanna fuck.” It’s a statement, not a question, and without a good excuse, Pixie won’t be able to turn me down. Not that I think she’d want to. I’m confident enough that when I look in the mirror, I see a good-looking man staring back. I don’t make young kids run screaming, nor pick my nose or scratch my ass and try my best not to fart, but hell, that shit happens to the best of us.

Pixie’s obviously not disappointed to be pulled away from the newly patched man. She turns, slides her hands under my cut and rests them against my t-shirt covered chest. She glances up, her lips curved, and in a voice that sounds breathy, replies, “Well, let’s see what we can do about that, big boy.”

As I place my hand against her lower back and guide her toward the stairs, I lean down a little and breathe in deeply as my nose touches her hair. She smells clean and freshly showered, just as I like my girls. I’ve got a greater repertoire when I get in first.

I unlock my door, let her walk inside, follow her in, then turn and relock my door.

Sweet butts need no flirtation. They know exactly what they’re here for. She starts stripping immediately, though the loss of her short skirt and cropped top let me see hardly any more skin than I had before.

She hesitates at her underwear, but I nod my head. I’m already hard and unwrapping her myself won’t have much of an effect.

When she stands naked in front of me, I wave her back to the bed.

“Open your legs.”

She pulls up her knees and lets them flop to the side. Raising her head so she can see my reaction, her mouth twists into a smirk. She’s bare as a fuckin’ baby, just as I prefer. And for that, she gets a reward.

“I’m fuckin’ hungry,” I tell her, with a wide grin on my face as I remove my cut and place it over the back of the chair. “And I see something I can eat right here.”

“God, yes, Red.”

It’s no hardship to go down on a club girl, as long as they don’t taste of rubber or semen. I’ve acquired quite a liking for the sweet yet salty taste, and for how out of control a woman becomes when I’m licking her there. I also like to refine my technique for when I meet that elusive woman I’m searching for. If I ever come across her, I’ll have made sure she’ll have no complaints or think my technique is lacking.

I nibble, suck, and bite between her thighs. When I curl my fingers inside her, she half comes off the bed. It’s not long before I have her convulsing and bucking into my face. When she comes down and pulls away, I wipe the back of my hand against my mouth.

“How do you want it, big boy? Want me to return the favour?”

Considering a blow job for a moment, I dismiss it. She’d felt tight and today my cock wants in her cunt.

I strip out of my t-shirt, shuck off my boots, then undo my zipper. As Pixie looks on and licks her lips in anticipation, I issue another instruction.

“Hands and knees, sweetheart.”

I love doing it doggy style, when I can feel luscious breasts bounce into my hands and can hammer into that cunt without mercy. Club girls can certainly take a good pounding.

Pixie winks before she obeys, then, once in position, wiggles that luscious ass. I gaze on, all but salivating as I use a condom to cover my cock.

She’s already wet, my beard can attest to that. Kneeling behind her, I line myself up, find the position and then thrust in. My hands go to her hips, pulling her back against me as I sink in to the root. Then with one arm anchoring her to me, I use the other to fondle the soft tissue of her breasts, soon finding she responds to having her nipples pinched.

Then I let myself go. The room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, her moans and exclamations, along with my grunts.

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