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“Yeah, it’s a little fast, but I do have feelings for him. He treats me like a princess, and why wait?” I hum, taking another drink.
“It sounds exciting as if he can’t wait to marry you,” Vanessa hums, smiling.
“Wow, when’s the wedding,” Beth asks, holding her fork and waving it as she talks.
“I’m not sure, we haven’t set a date, but it’s within the next couple of months,” I say, smiling.
“Oh my, we need to start planning your bachelorette party,” Stacy says, waving her arms.
“Hell, yes! Let’s go to Vegas ASAP,” Beth says, nodding.
“Yes, that would be awesome,” I hum.
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Diablo
Three weeks later.
I walk out of my shower and grab the towel, wrapping it around my waist. I can’t fucking believe it. I just jerked off.
Son of bitch!
I slide my hand up and down my hard cock, moaning. I need some pussy, and I’m going to grab some.
I grab my jeans and slide them up, carefully pulling the zipper. After I finish dressing, I grab my Cut and slide it on, running my fingers through my shoulder-length black hair.
I grab my wallet, keys, and cell, sliding them into my Cut and jeans. I get the Glock and slide it in my jeans at the small of my back.
I walk out of my room, lock the door, and head to the main clubhouse. I’m going to grab some Brothers to go to the Fiery Strip Club.
The club is busy, it’s fucking Friday, and the hang-arounds are here. Not the same ones, and that’s fucking great. I don’t want to kill the stupid fuckers.
I walk up to the bar, lift my chin at Prospect, and he hustles to get me a cold beer.
I lean on the bar counter next to my Brothers Fiend, Killer, Menace, and Sin, looking around.
“Brothers,” I hum, taking the beer from the counter. I take a long pull and lean on the countertop.
The room is full of smoke, the music is blaring, and the club whores are busy fucking the Brothers. That only turns me on more as I watch Crazy fuck Pinkie from behind; my cock is fucking throbbing.
“Brother, the club is full of new fuckers that want to Prospect,” Fiend hums, pulling out his cigarettes from his Cut. He grabs one, lights up, and I grab the box. I take one out, light up, inhale, throw back my head, exhale, making smoke rings. I take another drag and look at Crazy and Pinkie. I fucking need some pussy but a bj works for now.
“I’ll want to go to the strip club, but let me take care of business,” I say, pushing off the bar. I hand my cigarette to my Brother Killer.
“Where are you going,” Sin yells.
“Get me a bj.”
I walk over to Crazy and Pinkie. I grab her pink hair and unzip my jeans, pulling out my hard, aching cock. Pinkie grabs my cock, licks around the crown, and sucks it. I throw my head back, moaning.
I love bjs, and Pinkie is fucking great at it. I shove my cock deeper down her throat and slide out, fucking her mouth.
“Fuck VP, this is hot,” Crazy grunts, holding onto her hips. He pumps into her hard and fast, making her moan. The vibrations feel good as I fuck her.
“Fuck,” I grunt fucking her faster.
Pinkie grabs my balls and squeezes. I throw my head back and shoot my load down her throat. I slide my cock out and shove it back in my pants.
