Page 5 of Devil Inside: Green

“Baby, you couldn’t handle me if you did.” Then, because I have to, I walk away, heading for that full bottle of Maker’s Mark behind the bar, a full bottle that I’m not supposed to touch per the conditions of my release.

“Touch that bottle I’ll end you,” Vlad says from behind me.

“It’s one fucking night.”

“You’re out on parole, Green. He’s giving you a piss test and you know it. They find anything in your system, and you’re back to the remainder of your sentence.”

“What am I supposed to do, then?”

“Catch up with your brothers, fuck your cares away with empty pussy. Shove your thumb up your ass for all I care. But while you’re a member ofmyclub, what you won’t do is take in any substances that will put your ass back in jail.”

Fuck empty pussy? Could I do that?

Jaycelynn, one of the pussies who shows up on the weekend, is bent over the pool table taking her shot. She’s got short, bleach-blonde hair, and she’s tall. Like close to six feet. And she wears these sexy lavender-colored contacts. If I’m letting any woman near my dick, it has to be Jaycelynn because she’s so far from Dela. She stands straight, leaning against the table while a brother takes his shot.

That’s my opening. I storm over to her, grab her hand, and start walking. She tosses her stick to another pussy without saying a word. This is what they show up for. To drink and fuck the brothers.

Once we’re in my room, she shoves me down onto the bed and crawls up between my legs. She unzips my jeans, peeling them down enough to free my cock. It’s only partially hard. Jaycelynn takes up the challenge, sucking me into her mouth with zero pretenses. The suction of her mouth and the little moans she makes should be enough to get me off, but it’s not happening. I’m more concerned with the dust on the bed than anything she’s doing to me. I press my hands over my eyes, determined to make this work, and finally give in to the feel of her mouth on me. But it’s not until these beautiful blue eyes fill my mind that I’m able to start really getting into it.

It should be Dela’s face that I see, but it’s not. It’s the cheerleader’s.

The fucking cheerleader.

When Jaycelynn channeling the cheerleader in my mind gets me good and hard, she yanks her tank off, spilling her ample tits for me to enjoy, and flips up her short skirt. Bitches like her always go pantyless. She reaches over to my bedside table to grab out a condom, rolls it on me, then slides down my shaft and begins riding.

This won’t work. I’m squeezing those tits, but it’s Jaycelynn’s face. I need the cheerleader back. Feeling like a dick, I flip us, tipping her ass in the air for me, and take her from behind. The whole time I’m fucking Jaycelynn, I’m picturing driving my cock deep into the cheerleader.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I go at her hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Green—oh my god—Green!” But it’s not Jaycelynn’s voice I hear. It’s that sweet, husky voice of Danni calling my name. It drives me harder. She tries to flip us again because the intensity is overwhelming for me, so I know it has to be for her, but it’s been so long since I’ve gotten off, and I’m not stopping now.

I slap her hand away. “Take it how I give it.” Then I drive in harder. The headboard cracks against the wall with each thrust. The bed groans beneath us. In my mind, I’ve got the cheerleader’s ponytail wrapped around my hand, giving her everything I’ve got to give.

Our buildup is huge. I give another huge thrust. She latches down around my cock. Her body vibrates, and she soaks my jeans. I spill my load into the condom, feeling Danni around me, and I collapse onto the pillow next to her.

When I come down, it’s not Danni lying next to me any longer, but Jaycelynn. I give her a chance to catch her breath, then pat her ass to get her moving.

“Thanks, babe,” I say. “Needed that.”

The best thing about the pussies, they know their place. She doesn’t whine or complain. While I head to my bathroom to shower, she gets dressed. I might not be the only dick she fucks tonight. It depends on her mood.

Once I’m in the shower, it really hits me that I just fucked one woman while imagining another—andnotthe woman I should have been picturing. Can anyone say dick move?

I need a fucking drink.

3

DANNI

“What in the hell did I do to him?” I ask Aja. “I’m simply standing here, not bothering anyone.”

“He had no right to talk to you that way,” Aja agrees.

“What was that all about?” Dusty asks as she strides up to stand by us.

“I don’t know. Green just went off on Danni for no reason.” Aja sips her soda. Being pregnant, she can’t partake in the spirits like the rest of us.

“Maybe he thinks you’re cute,” Dusty says, then she takes a long pull of her beer. “You know, like how a boy will tug on a girl’s hair when he likes her in grade school.”

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