Page 53 of Burning Ember
What in the fuck would happen if I lived through what I just imagined? If I had the real thing in my arms? Next to my body? In my bed?
Talk about total mind fuck.
My cock hardens as if I didn’t just dump a truckload of cum into this bitch. It’s ready to go again. Only it wants nothing to do with the clubpiece in front of me. It wants the girl who, with a simple glance, can hijack my body and mind. The one who just watched me fuck Star.
Fuck. I’m one sick fucking bastard.
Guilt hits me, makes my heart heavy. I rub my hands over my face.What’s happening to me?
I pull out of Star and discard the condom, toss it in the trash. After tucking my cock away and zipping up, I slap Star on her ass. “Get dressed.”
Star grabs her skirt off the floor and slips it on.
I escort her out of my office, but when I turn to go to my room, she stops me by latching on and pulling on my wrist. Clenching my teeth together, I pull my arm from her grip.
“We could go again. Make a night of it. Just you and me. You’re still hard.” She gestures to the hard-on I’m sporting. The one that’s not for her. For a second, I consider it. I could use her until we’re both raw. I could exhaust myself inside Star and attempt to purge Doll from my mind. If only for a night.
But when I look at Star and really see her, her pale skin, her bleached blonde hair, and fake tits, I know that’s not possible. And why would I waste the time and energy fucking a girl that doesn’t have the ability to make me come?
I shake my head. “Nah, I’m gonna crash. You go out there and make someone else’s night.” A few of the older patch holders are still milling around in the main room.
“I thought—”
“What?”
Disappointment flashes over her face and it’s almost amusing. “I just thought—” Her voice is sharp.
“I wanted pussy, babe, ‘cause my cock hasn’t had any in a while. That’s it. That’s all that was.”
Her face falls and I almost feel sorry for her. “It could be more than that. Just give me a chance.”
I can’t help it. I let out a humorless laugh. “With me? You blind? Do you not see that I don’t give a fuck for the women around here?”
“I’d stop sleeping around, Mav and just be with you.”
Any patience I had with her drains out. I let out a long breath and shake my head. Then mutter, “It’s always the fuckin’ same.”
“What is?”
“Nothin’.” I try to walk away but she grabs my cut. Which fuels the fire kindling inside me. “How many times do I gotta tell you? Don’t fuckin’ touch me!” I forcibly remove her hands.
“Just . . . just tell me. What were you going to say?”
I unclench my jaw and say, “Star, look the fuck around you. We like to ride, drink, and fuck. You’re here because we need someone to do the latter with. That’s it. It’s not too fuckin’ complicated. Once in a while, we meet a special girl and we put a patch on her. But she’s hardly ever . . . ever a clubpiece. She’s special because she’s not a cum dumpster for every one of our brothers to get off on. You don’t fit that fuckin’ bill. And you never will.”
“What about Lily?”
“Lily’s fuckin’ smokin’ and she’s got a heart of gold.She’s . . . special.”
“But I’m not?”
“No. You’re too fake. You’re—”
Her hand moves to slap me, but I catch it three inches from my face. My eyes widen.
What the fuck!
This crazy bitch.
