Payne (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter Book 3) (7 page)

P
ayne wanted
to fuck her brains out. No mistake about that. Her being pregnant was no problem to him. In fact, it turned him on to see her like that. All round and sweet, and fucking begging to be taken. She had that look in her eye that screamed for him to simply take her.

“You’re not eating,” he said.

“You and I both know there’s something else that I want to eat.” She licked her lips at the same time her gaze fell to his naked dick.

“Baby, if you eat me, you know I’m going to want to devour you.”

“You want to lick my pussy?”

He’d read somewhere that pregnant women could get horny. Vicky was confirming all of that shit.

“You know I do. I want you completely naked and at my mercy. It has been too long since I was last inside you.” His dick was hurting him, he was that hard. Since Vicky had come back into his life, he’d been desperate to fuck her, to make her belong to him. He’d held back, determined to show her another side of himself. A side he’d never shown anyone.

Vicky leaned forward, her hand touching his dick through his pants. “I want you, Payne. I’ve not been with anyone else. I belong to you. My body, my heart, my everything is yours.”

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her close. “You have no idea how much those words mean to me.” Slamming his lips down on hers, he claimed the kiss that he’d been dying to do since she first had shown up. The moment Vicky entered the club a few years ago, he’d known she was going to be trouble. She started talking, and worked her way into his heart, in his bed, and into his entire world.

She cupped his cheek, moving over him so that she was straddling his waist. The bump of her stomach hindered him from getting closer to her. He loved it. They had a baby that was growing inside her. Gripping her ass, he squeezed her cheeks, loving the added curves that her pregnancy had given her.

“I want you inside my pussy,” she said, kissing his neck.

“I’m going to eat that pussy.”

Spinning her around, he placed her on the floor, laughing at her little squeal.

The dress she wore was so loose and so flimsy that with a simple yank, he tore it from her body, leaving her in only a bra and panties.

Payne paused as he took in her ugly-ass bra and large pants. His attention was also distracted by her large stomach. Cupping his baby, he pressed a kiss to her abdomen. “Hey, little guy. This is Daddy. I’m going to need you to go to sleep. Your mom belongs to me tonight, and I intend to show her exactly how much I love her, and how much I’ve missed her.”

“Payne, stop.”

Sliding his hand between her thighs, he found her panties soaked with her cream. “Do you really want me to stop, or are you just saying that?” He pushed past the fabric of her panties and caressed down her slit. She let out a little cry, and her back arched up toward him. “I’m the one in charge.”

He filled her pussy, thrusting a single finger to the knuckle inside her.

“Do you want it dirty or sweet?” he asked.

“Dirty.”

Moving down her body, raining kisses as he went, he spread open her thighs, staring at her glorious pussy. It was no longer bare, but he didn’t mind.

“I can’t reach down there, and I didn’t want to ask Clara to do it for me.”

Glancing up, he smiled. “Don’t you worry about a thing, babe. I love this.” He wasn’t always aroused by her being bare. She seemed to love it so he went along with it. When it came to Vicky, he loved being around her, so he accepted what she liked easily. A bare pussy was a small price to pay for being inside her.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“You’ve got the tastiest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of sampling.”

Opening the lips of her pussy open, he swiped his tongue down the seam, finishing off with a flick to her clit. She screamed his name, the sound echoing across the walls. He loved this woman. There was no denying it, or hiding from it. He would die without her. It was as simple as that. Payne, the hard-ass Prez of the Soldiers of Wrath: Grit Chapter, was head over heels in love with a woman. A sweet woman as well. She might have started life out in the club as a sweet butt, a club whore, whatever you wanted to call her. The truth was, Vicky was never the kind to just fuck random guys and move on. She had a huge heart. One that was also fragile, and used to being broken. He’d done his fair share of breaking hearts over the years, and he was done doing it anymore with this woman.

Plunging a second finger inside her, he twisted them, finding her G-spot, and listened to her moan and beg for more.

Vicky was so damn open with herself, never holding anything back. It was one of the things that drew him to her, and now he couldn’t let go.

“Please, Payne. I need to come.”

“You’ll come when I tell you to come.”

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he used his teeth to bite down, creating that point of pain that was always too much, and released, flicking her clit back and forward. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he moved his mouth away from her clit, using his fingers instead.

“Yes, yes, just that spot. Wow, yes,” she said.

He plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her just as he was about to fuck her with his cock.

Payne fucked her pussy with his tongue, while flicking her clit with his fingers, Vicky came apart, and he swallowed down her orgasm, loving every second, and each drop. She rode his face exactly as he liked it. She didn’t hold back, and she took.

With her rounded stomach, full tits, and fucking exquisite ass, she claimed him all over again.

There really was no other woman in the world for him. She was right here, in his arms, where she belonged.

T
hey made
their way into the bedroom.

They were both naked, ready, willing, and she was hotter than hell. Without any more foreplay she was on the bed, her legs still spread, and Payne was moving closer to her. He was so hard, so thick and long that when he finally pushed into her she felt like she would split in two.

God, that felt so damn good.

Every time he pushed back into her the pressure increased and then broke into a million different sensations that claimed her. He felt so hot inside of her, thick and powerful, and all hers.

Vicky could barely see from the fog of desire that was a wall around her, but she looked into Payne’s face and saw the intensity reflected back at her. It was a look that screamed he was right here with her. That realization had her orgasm claiming her so hard she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure.

Her pussy clenched over and over again around his huge dick.

He buried his face in her neck, and the sound of him inhaling deeply had her mouth parting and another smaller climax cresting inside of her. His shaking body caused hers to do the same, and the root of his cock pressed against her clit every time he pushed forward. He started picking up his speed, and cursing with every thrust into her.

He was going to come soon, she knew that, and wanted it desperately.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Vicky.” He pumped into her harder. “I’ve missed this with you, baby.”

She breathed out harshly.

“You’re it for me. You’re the only one I will ever want.” More thrusting and retreating. “I fucking love you.”

She gasped as her pleasure rose higher.

“I’m going to claim you, fill you with my cum until you smell just like me.”

“Yes, Payne.” She closed her eyes and bit her lip.

“Your pussy will be so fucking sore when I’m done with you, but you’ll want more. You’ll always want more, and I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.”

And just like that she came again. His groans mixed with hers, and she felt the gush of warm liquid slipping from between her thighs. Vicky knew it wasn’t just her arousal. Payne had come, too, but he was still so hard inside of her, still pumping away like he hadn’t just gotten off.

Sucking in a great lungful of air and feeling dizzy from the endorphins rushing through her veins, Vicky tried to calm herself. It was only seconds later that she felt Payne shift her so she was on her side.

It was clear Payne wasn’t nearly finished with her yet.

He lifted her up slightly so she was forced to get on her knees.

“Fucking hell, baby, look at this ass.” He took hold of her cheeks and squeezed them gently. Over and over he did this, then he was slapping her ass cheeks with his open palms. It wasn’t hard like he might have done before, and she wondered if it was because he was trying to be gentle because she was pregnant.

She wanted to tell him she wouldn’t break, but the pleasure stole her voice.

His spanks were intricately placed, never landing in the same spot twice, and causing these little sparks of heat to spear to her core.

“So. Fucking. Hot.” He spread her cheeks a little wider, and the cool air smoothed along her back hole. “You’re so fucking open and wet for me.” Payne leaned forward and ran his tongue over her anus.

He started rubbing her clit back and forth with his finger while he thrust his tongue in and out of her bottom so that she came one more time.

Vicky cried out as the ecstasy stole over her.

She collapsed onto her side on the bed, panting, feeling lightheaded but in a good way.

Payne moved from between her thighs and started jerking himself off. She went onto her back to watch him. He moved his palm over his dick faster and harder until his neck tendons strained, his muscles contracted, and he came all over her lower belly and mound. His hot cum came out in great white arcs, covering her flesh. The sight shouldn’t have been hot, but it was.

God, it was so damn hot.

When he was done he sagged forward, bracing one hand beside her head and breathing out just as hard as she was.

“You’re mine,” he said harshly. “Say it, Vicky.”

“I’m yours … always, Payne.”

T
he house was done
, and they were decorating the nursery. Vicky had a brush, and was painting a ship onto the wall.

“I didn’t know you could draw or paint,” Payne said, holding a glass of milk for her to take.

“I’m not some great artist or anything.” She blushed.

“It was always something you were good at. Our teachers in high school tried to tell her how talented she was. She wouldn’t listen. Always so stubborn,” Clara said, to which Vicky stuck her tongue out.

“You look like a damn artist to me,” Payne said and she grinned.

“They wanted me to go to some kind of school where all the wealthy kids went. I didn’t want to do that. I still don’t want to do that.” She shrugged. “I’m happy.”

Putting the finishing touch to the boat with the sails on, she stepped back to admire her work.

“He’ll love it,” Payne said, kissing her neck. He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck and making her ache for them both to be alone.

“You do realize if you fuck in this room, you’ll scar him for life,” Smalls said, coming in carrying a large pizza.

Vicky smiled, suddenly feeling really hungry.

“We won’t fuck in his room,” she said.

“At least when we do it, he won’t be here.” Payne took a piece of pizza, biting into it.

“We’re not doing it here,” Vicky said, slapping Payne’s chest. “Be good.”

He grabbed her ass, and she let out a squeal.

“Being around all of you with your lovey attitude is making me sick,” Smalls said.

“What’s the matter?” Clara asked, running her hand up King’s chest. “Don’t know what you’re missing?”

“I know what I’m missing,” Smalls said. “A nice willing woman who will cook for me.”

Bridget burst out laughing from where she sat between Beast’s legs. “You’re kidding, right? You think that is all we do? Fuck our men, and feed them.”

“Yeah, what else are you good for?” Smalls asked.

King, Beast, and Payne all winced, and visibly recoiled. “Dude, you are on your fucking own,” King said.

“Never say shit like that to a woman,” Payne said, shaking his head.

“Ouch!” This came from Beast.

“No, it’s fine, it’s fine,” Bridget said. “So, you think our men don’t get anything more from us?”

“Look, Bridget, babe, I’m not going to criticize your relationship,” Smalls said.

“Have you ever been on a date? An actual date with a woman not willing to suck your cock on the first date?” Vicky asked.

“Why would I do that? What’s the point if you’re not going to get your dick sucked?”

“Wait a second, you’re telling me you’ve never been on a date, and you’ve never actually tried to get a woman to like you?”

Smalls shrugged. “I don’t see the point in trying too hard.”

“Well, I for one know how good it is to try hard,” Beast said, pulling Bridget’s hair off her shoulder so it cascaded down her back. “I wouldn’t trade any of my time with her for the world.”

“A pussy is a pussy,” Smalls said.

“I did not just hear that,” Clara said.

“He’s an ass,” Vicky said.

“I agree with all of you.” Bridget got up, and walked right up to him. “You mean to tell me that any woman feels the same?”

“A hole is a hole.”

“You’re fucked,” Beast said.

Grim and Reaper, who had shown up just about half an hour ago, laughed. “You’re all fucked,” the twins said in unison. They had paint on their hands and shirts, and although the two of them had some pretty hardcore needs when it came to fucking, as well as some intense and fucked-up pasts, they were good people.

“You’re all fucked, because the bigger they are the harder they fall,” Vicky said.

“So all club whores feel the same?” Bridget spoke up. “Every single woman has the same tightness, the same wetness, the same response? How about their tits? They all feel the same. They’re all large?” When Smalls went to say something, she held her hand up. “We’re not all the same! We’re all different, and thank god.” She growled at him, and stormed out of the nursery, Beast following behind her.

Vicky let out a breath and rubbed the base of her back. “You’re so screwed.”

* * *

S
malls left
Payne’s house after the nursery was completely decorated. They needed to allow it to dry. He’d be there in two days to help assemble the crib, and several other items of furniture.

The conversation he’d had about women had left a sour taste in his mouth. He’d never thought of women as different. Sure, there were some club whores he liked more than others. Some women grated on his nerves, and he knew the difference between a woman for keeps, and one just to fuck.

Bridget, Clara, and Vicky were the kind of women you kept close.

He was walking down the street about to turn a corner when someone ran right into him.

“Oh crap, I’m so sorry,” a feminine voice said.

Smalls stared into a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

With him on the ground on his back, she rested her hands on his chest, and started trying to get up from on top of him. He got up from the ground. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“I’m fine. No damage done.”

He stared at a curvy as fuck woman. She wore a pair of running shorts and an oversized shirt. With the way she rested her hands on her hips, panting, he could make out every single swell and curve of her body.

“I didn’t mean to run into you.”

“No harm done. It’s the risk you take walking around a corner.”

She chuckled. “Very true.”

“The name is Smalls,” he said.

“Lana.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Lana.”

“The same, Smalls.”

Before he could say anything else, she was running away in a completely different direction. “Nice to meet you. Hopefully the next time we meet isn’t as painful.” She grinned and waved.

He couldn’t help but watch her run away from him. Her ass was so damn round and bouncy.

Lana, the runner, was damn hot and kept his attention instantly.

Oh, they’d be running into each other again. He’d make damn sure of it.