Page 6 of A Very Merry Unbirthday
Knowing what’s good for him, Bulk quietly disappears into thin air.
“How are you today, babe?” I keep my tone as neutral as possible, even if my pulse is racing and my dick is so fuckin’ hard it could pound nails.
She’s in so much trouble for this.
Her pussy and mouth are gonna pay, and pay, and goddamn pay for this level of deceit.
That blue gaze knocks me straight in the chest—full of innocence and… Fuck…
Swallowing thickly, I growl, nostrils flaring as I give in to whatever the fuck I want. This is my club. My home. My woman. She’s just… I dunno what I did to deserve such perfection, but it’s mine. Has always been mine. Will always be mine.
Eyes tethered to hers, nothing else in this world matters as I undo my belt buckle and the button of my jeans. Down rips my zipper, and out the slit of my boxers, I pull my erection.
Bink’s throat bobs, and that big-titted minx licks those pink lips like this is the first time she’s ever seen a cockthat turns her on.
I don’t say jack nor shit.
Not even when Viper enters the common room from the back hall, takes one look at what’s goin’ down, and slowly backs away, hands up.
Smart man.
Bink straddles the couch arm and rubs her leggings-covered pussy across the fabric.
If that gets her off, cool.
But she knows what really gets her off.
Me.
This cock.
It’s hers.
Nobody else's.
And this cock deserves a fuckin’ reward for puttin’ up with this hideous statue in our common room.
It’s been a day since the sister showdown.
A single day since Gunz took their side on Leech’s party, the asshole.
Refusing to give in to temptation, my old lady keeps rubbin’ her cunt on the couch as I continue to stare her down with my dick out.
When her eyes squeeze shut, and a violent shudder rolls through her body, I almost come. There’s something about watchin’ your woman let go—no holds barred, no bullshit. She comes when she wants, how she wants. The longer we’re together, the easier it is for her to get off. If I breathe in the right direction, she detonates for me.
“That feel good, Sugar Tits?”
Bink bites her bottom lip.
“You know I’m gonna fuck the treachery right outta you for buyin’ this ugly thing.” To prove my point, I slap the back ofthe caterpillar’s head, wantin’ more than anything to blow a hole clean through it… right between the eyes.
Not sayin’ a thing, Bink gets her fine ass up, saunters my way, those wide hips ‘a swayin’. She stops before me and drags the tip of her finger down the center of my chest and my stomach to my dick. She swirls the digit around my cockhead, once, twice, three times, gathering the mess she’s made there by just bein’ alive. I fuckin’ wait to see what she’ll do next. Get on her knees? Take down those leggings?
Eyelashes fluttering up at me, she smiles that same sweet mixed-with-sin smile and stops touching my cock long enough to approach the statue, find some hidden compartment that unfastens the caterpillar from the top of the mushroom, exposing a flatter surface.
“Sugar Tits.” I step up to help her set the insect on the ground, but she nudges me away with her hip. “What’re you doin’, babe?” I chuckle, sliding my hand across her lower back.
Bending over the mushroom, Bink slips the back of her leggings down her juicy ass, exposing it to me and the rest of the room.
