Page 4 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

Oh, and she knows exactly what I’m asking, like how the hell did this sexy woman end up with a shiner? But instead of answering my question, she looks me dead in the eye, cocks her head, and asks, “What’syourstory?”

Touché. So not going to be clingy or think a night of fucking means anything more than two bodies getting off. I’m not the kind of man who minds a secretive woman. The opposite, really—it makes things easier with the life we lead. That just happens to be the baby elephant in the room. I’ll make sure to mind her face while I’m moving inside her and we’ll call it good.

What’s so bad about two strangers making each other feel good anyhow?

Men who get themselves tied to a woman end up like my brothers. Bogged down with kids, can’t go on runs because they have to think of the women. This is the life we signed up for and each one of those bitches—though I call them ‘bitches’ with the utmost respect—knew the man they’d bedded, knew a biker slipped that ring on her finger.

But how do they afford those big, comfortable beds the bitches want to lay in or the giant rocks? By the payout off these fucking runs that they no longer want their men going on.

“You like being in a club?” she asks.

“Love it. Wouldn’t be there if I didn’t.”

“I wonder if there are clubs for women only? I think I’d prospect for that shit,” she says, actually staring off reflectively. That’d be damn hot. A club for women. Women in leather straddling a hog or partying like the brothers. I could get behind that. Or above it, or under it… I’m a man who likes to play.

“You weren’t intimidated by me approaching you. You had no problem sitting with us. And you know about prospecting. It’s safe to assume you’ve been around clubs?”

She shrugs. “I’m a fan of SAMCRO and you’re pretty smoking hot.”

SAMCRO? She’s not intimidated by us because of a television show? Don’t get me wrong,Sons of Anarchywas a fucking awesome show but I find that hard to believe.

“Most women aren’t going to have a problem with a man who looks like you making an approach,”she continues. “And maybe it’s the whole jeans, leather, and tattoos combination that makes these other dudes sexy as hell—especially the big guy.” She points to Rough, who gets a stupid smile on his face and winks at her. “Intimidated, no. Turned on,definitely.”

We talk about stupid shit—movies, music, video games—until Nancy brings our food. Several times during the meal, Aja throws her head back, laughing this sexy, husky laugh that I find myself drawn to, staring at her instead of enjoying my steak.

Once we’re finished with that, I pay for Aja and myself, and then we all head out to find a place for the night.

She begins to veer away, toward the dark side of the building but I keep hold of her hand. “You need a place to rest tonight and I want to fuck you real bad. Don’t think one time will be enough. So I’ll take you to the hotel and drop you off back here in the morning.”

Aja dips her chin, looking down at the ground. She going to change her mind about fucking? Please, God, don’t let her change her mind.

“Think you’re up for cumming more than once tonight?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says breathily. Right. I’m not giving her the chance to back out now. I drop a kiss to her parted lips, then tug her to get moving over to my bike.

I climb on, and she holds on to my shoulders, lifting her leg to straddle the seat behind me. No matter what this bitch said earlier, she’s been on a bike before. Rather than piss me off, catching her in a lie, I find it hot. Been on a bike. Not intimidated by bikers. Fucking this woman is going to be off the fucking charts. I can already tell.

We stop at the first hotel we come to with a vacancy sign, which is about four buildings down from the diner where I get us a room, and then it’s on. She attacks me in the elevator, wrapping her seriously shapely legs around my waist, grinding her pussy against my hardening cock. Her lips don’t even let me up to breathe. But with that ass resting in my hands, I don’t care if I die here this way.

Here lies Cutter.

He died for the pussy.

I barely get us into the room with the door shut when she slides down the front of me, unbuckling my belt, undoing the button, and unzipping my fly as she drops to her knees and frees me from my boxer briefs. Her eyes get wide as she takes me in hand. Not to brag, but genetics blessed me in that department. I’m a groweranda shower. After she’d caught him cheating or had to bail him out of jail for the umpteenth time, I asked my mom why she’d ever gotten with my prick of a dad in the first place. Her answer never changed. “James,” she’d say, “your dad has a huge dick and knows how to use it. A woman will forgive a lot for a cock the size of his. Pray you take after him.”

Thank God that’s the only thing I got from him.

Aja licks up one side of my shaft, using the tip of her tongue to rim the head of my dick, then she runs her tongue down the other side before sucking me into her mouth. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life than a woman who knows how to give head down on her knees, sucking me off.

As she gets more into it, making these soft grunts and moans, I get more into it and take over fucking her face.

With the suction she has on my dick, it’d be so easy to nut just from this, but I want her to enjoy herself and I want to cum from fucking that pussy.

It’s difficult, if not almost impossible, to get myself to pull her off me. But I do, picking her up from her knees to lead her to the bed.

She lies on her back, letting me undress her from the waist down. It’s a bitch to get her boots off and those jeans that are so tight she might’ve glued them to her body.

The pink and black lacy panties are hot, but her bare pussy is so much better. I lick my lips, spread her legs, and dive in, not even bothering to lick. I want that swollen clit in my mouth as she squirms and then begins to writhe beneath me. Her moans grow louder. She pushes her sex against my face, getting me to suck harder.

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