Cassie “I’m sorry you want to do what?” I asked, my boyfriend Rick of 6 years. I looked at him hard as he explained to me how he wanted to try an open relationship, or maybe bring other women into our bed with both of us. His brown hair was disheveled as he paced and ran his fingers through it. His brown eyes were darting looks at me, as he took in my hostile eyes and posture. We’d been together since we were 16 and sophomores in high school. He grew from a lanky, lean, bean pole of a kid, to a 6-foot muscular man, with a swimmer's build. He was lean with wide shoulders, slight muscular chest and arms, a narrow w***t and muscular t****s. We graduated from Columbia University. I have a major in Computer Science and minors in Coding and Cybersecurity. I was an amateur hacker, but that was my little secret. And he has degrees in Economics and Business Management. He kept droning on and on about how this could help our relationship. I didn’t even know our relationship needed help. How this could spice things up. Didn’t I just give him roadhead last night on the way home from a movie? How this could bring us closer as a couple. How much fking closer did he want to get? We lived together for fks sake. “So, what you’re telling me is, you want to f**k other women, and you recommend having an open relationship, so it isn’t considered cheating? Why not just break up with me Rick?” “Because I love you and I still want to be with you. And this wouldn’t be considered cheating if you just agree to us being open in our relationship.” So he wanted his cake and then some. I stared at him while he stared at me with a hopeful, dumb look. Was I not enough? Am I not attractive enough? Is he not satisfied in the bedroom with me? “I might be open to a th'reesome if it’s with another man only.” “Absolutely not. I’m not touching another guy’s d**k!” I sighed and rolled my eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t be open to that. “How about we just take a break? You can be with whomever you want during this break, and then we can talk about it in like, 6 months' time.” “No Cassie, I don’t want to break up. I still want to come home to you. Okay, how about we don’t do the th'reesome stuff, just hook up with others when it strikes our fancy. We never bring anyone home. If we stay out all night, we shoot a text to let the other know they won’t be home. We don’t fall for anyone else. And we’ll be discreet so none of our friends or families find out.” “I’m just not understanding why, Rick? We have a good thing, or at least I thought.” “Cassie, we’ve only ever been with each other. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be with someone else?” “Um, no.” I whispered in disbelief. “Just give this a chance. You’ll see it’ll be a good thing.” “You know what, Rick, you do what you want. But know, you will regret this.” “Don’t say that. This will work out.” “Fine. I went into our bedroom and opened my side of the closet door. I found a short, red, sleeveless mini dress that would stop at mid-t***h. I knew it would hug my petite curves and showcase my c-'cup and bubble b**t. I worked hard for my body. I lifted weights, ran three miles a day, and I was a black belt in Karate. I grabbed a pair of red five-inch heels that had an ankle strap that would bring my 5 '2 tiny self, to 5' 7. I then went into the bathroom, and jumped into the shower, shampooed and conditioned my hair. I scrubbed my body with my strawberry body wash and shaved my pits, legs and my v*gina b**e. I hopped out, blow-dried and curled my long ebony locks that hit the middle of my back. Then I moisturized my face and put on my war paint. I didn’t need any foundation or concealer, my skin was creamy and flawless. I grabbed my black eyeliner and did a cat-eye look. Then I swiped on my black mascara. I dabbed on some bronze and brown eyeshadow and blended it in for a nice bronzy smokey look, making the emerald of my eyes pop. Last but not least, I did a bold red l*p. Rick wanted to pick up other chicks, then fine. I knew I was hot. Let’s see how he’ll feel when I come home late tonight. I ran my fingers through my black hair, fluffing out my curls. I stared into the mirror. “You are enough, there is nothing wrong with you. He’s just having some p*******e midlife crisis at 22. No negative thoughts, you are HOT!” I left the room with a little black clutch that I grabbed on my way out of the bedroom and grabbed my phone, ID, a credit card, keys, and a hundred and fifty dollars out of my purse and put the items in my clutch. “Where are you going?” “Starting our open relationship. No time like the present to get d*ckmitized.” “Cassie, I didn’t mean to start right away, we just talked about this.” I looked at him in disgust. “You made this bed, Rick. Now sleep in it.” I left our little two-bedroom apartment and called my sister as I walked down the steps and out of the gate of the complex. “Hello?” I took the phone from my ear as my sister Becca shouted into it. In the background I could hear a lot of male laughter and cheers. Was she at a party? “Becca, where are you?” “I’m at my job babe, what do you need?” “I need to see you, please. It’s urgent.” “Um, Cassie, I’m at the MC. Are you sure you want to come here? The Lords of Chaos will eat you alive.” “Seriously, Becca? You know I can take care of myself. You also know I have no problem putting someone down or in the hospital.” Becca chuckled. “Like what you did to Michael Davis in high school, your freshman? Wooo, daddy had a fit when he found out that boy put his hands on you and groped you.” I laughed, “Yeah, just like that. So, can I come? Will they mind?” “No girl, they won’t mind a pretty young thing like you coming into their club on a party night. Just to be safe, I’ll let the President of the club know. I hope you dressed to impress.” “You have no idea, Becca. Rick pissed me off tonight, and I am out for blood.” “Oh, s**t girl, everything okay?” “I’ll tell you when I get there. It’s a s**t show.” “Okay, baby sister. See you when you get here.” I hung up and opened my Uber app. I really hope the person that picks me up won’t have a problem going across town to the seedy side of New York. While I waited for my Uber to arrive, I thought about my relationship with Rick. Was he right about this? We had only been with each other. But if you really loved someone, shouldn’t you only want to be with each other? I was kind of hurt Rick didn’t chase after me. Was he already looking for someone to hook up with? Did he not care that I was dressed to the nines, to possibly hook up with someone? Or did he think I wouldn’t go through with it? Would I go through with it? Ugh, I hate this. Rick just destroyed my confidence, no matter the pep talk I gave myself. What was I doing? I needed Becca’s advice and some liquid courage. The Uber pulled up and I got in. “You sure of your destination?” said the young man behind the wheel that was eyeing me up and down. “The Lords of Chaos Motorcycle Club. Because the way you’re dressed, you might be asking for trouble.” "Did I ask your opinion?” “Fine, fine. But if you’re looking for a good time, I get off at midnight,” he said with a flirtatious grin. I eyed him. He was cute, but not really my type. Wait, did I have a type? I just smiled and shook my head. He shrugged and pulled away from the curb. 30 minutes later, the car pulled up to the gate at the club. I said bye to my driver and got out. I walked up to a short, stocky, bald guy with an earring that had a wicked-looking dagger charm hanging off his left ear. He had on a white shirt, dark blue jeans and s**t kicker boots. He also wore a leather vest that had a patch on it that said prospect. His face was pockmarked and he had gleaming black eyes. His thin l**s smiled at her. “What can I do for you little lady?” “Hi, I’m here to see Becca.” He pulled out a phone and dialed it. He told whoever that a fine piece of bottom was at the gate for Becs. After a minute, he hung up and pushed back the gate for me to walk through. As I passed, he made kissy noises. I smiled and winked at him and he chuckled. Taking a deep breath as I walked towards the door, I gave myself a little pep talk, “Okay beаch, put your game face on.” I grabbed the handle of the door and opened it.

Ripper God, I was fking bored. If I have to listen to Mindy drone on and on about how she wants to be my Old Lady for one more minute, I'm going to take this beer bottle in my hand and shove the n**k through my eye. I gave her a good f**k last weekend, and now she thinks she’s my girl. I should have listened to Dozer when he told me she was an obsessive psycho. “Mindy, if you don’t shut the f**k up right now, I am going to strangle you. You’re a club girl, I let you bounce on my d**k for the entertainment of the men last weekend. I was piss drunk or else it would never have happened. You will never be my Old Lady. My girl will never have fked any of my brothers unless I want them to, and you have fked almost every one of us. So f**k off!” “But Ripper, it was so good. I want more, please.” “No, I don’t do more than one round with a girl, ever. Now go find someone else to obsess over.” I watched her huff and walk towards a table with six other club girls chatting and drinking. Maybe I needed to go for a ride, find some random girl somewhere. These girls were getting too bold and used up. We needed some new p***y around here. I was just about to go to my room to grab my bike keys when a gorgeous raven-haired beauty walked through the clubhouse door. Holy god. She was fking sin in that dress. She had a rocking body, all slightly tanned and toned with slight curves in all the right places. Her legs were beautiful, and I wanted them wrapped around my head asap. Her stunning face was made up to perfection and her bold red mouth was smiling. Her long black hair bounced with each step she took towards the bar where Becs gave her a huge grin, and ran around the bar wrapping her in a hug. Her back turned towards me and I g*****d at the sight of her perfect fking a*s. My d**k twitched. I wanted to sink into that bubbled a*s so badly. I watched as Becs held the girl away from her and looked her up and down and then shook her head. The girl gave her a wry smile and shrugged her shoulders. I wonder what that’s all about? “Hey, Ripper.” I looked at Butcher, the President of The Lords of Chaos. He was eye fking the girl too. “Dibs,” I said with a grin. His steel gray eyes snapped to me and he smirked. He was older than my 32 years by 15. He had short-styled salt and pepper hair with a groomed salt and pepper beard. “She’s a little young for me, but she does look tasty. A girl dressed like that is looking for some trouble,” he said in a growly voice. “She’s looking for something, and I plan to be that something,” I said, draining my beer, and tossing the bottle into a metal trash can by one of the arcade machines we have. We watched as she turned on the bar stool and looked around at the occupants of the clubhouse. Her eyes scanned as she talked to Becs. They stopped at one of the pool tables, and I looked to see where she was staring. At the farthest pool table was Dozer, Beast and two club girls. Dozer kept looking at the bar and then back at the pool table. He did it twice more, and then he smiled, and did he just blush? I gawked at him. He was a bada*s biker, and he was blushing. He was a huge muscled-bound man the same age as me. He was built like a mountain. His blonde shoulder-length hair was often worn in a man bun or braided. He had a face that only a mother could love, as the saying went. His nose was broken one too many times, his face had a scar that started under his right eye and ended at his chin, and his blue eyes were cold and a little too wide apart. He was a man you did not mess with, and he was fking blushing. I looked back over at the bar and saw Becs had a huge smile on her face. Huh, interesting. The girl had turned back around, and she must have said something because Becs was laughing really hard and nodding. “Do you know who she is?” I asked. “She’s Becs sister. Becs asked if she could come in tonight, having some trouble at home.” “What type of trouble?” “I don’t know.” I nodded, letting him know I heard him. “I think I’m going to go get another beer. You want one?” “No, I’m not drinking tonight. I have to go meet with someone, and I’ll need a clear head for the conversation I need to have.” I looked at him. He seemed a little worried. “Anything I can help with?” “Got any advice on how to get a woman to listen to you when you’ve fked up?” “Don’t talk about anything serious until you’ve given her at least 3 org4sms. They’re more likely to agree to anything after a good d*cking.” Butcher let out a booming laugh.“I like the way you think, but I don’t think she’s going to let me get that close to her. I really fked up.” “Then I don’t know what to tell you, Prez. I’ve never been in that position before. It’s why I don’t get into relationships. I’m good at killing and fking. Relationships and I never happen.” “One day Ripper, a girl is going to come along and catch your interest for longer than a night.” “Nah. I don’t think there’s a beаch out there that can handle my level of craziness.” “Maybe not. But there might be one that can balance it.” “You getting philosophical on me, Prez?” “Well, I double majored in psychology and law before I decided to start this chapter 20 years ago. So sometimes I can spout off some smart s**t.” I laughed. It was true bikers were looked at as nothing but outlaws that had no morals. But with The Lords of Chaos, more than half were college graduates with degrees in Business Management, Economics, Physics, and two of us were actual doctors. Our Prez and our VP. Doc, our VP, was our resident medical doctor, hence his road name. A lot of the members grew up in influential households, but they didn’t want to conform to their family's pressures. That’s what happened with Butcher. He did what his parents wanted until they tried to force him into a marriage he didn’t want. So he left his family and joined the Lords mother chapter. When they wanted to expand, Butcher volunteered and started his own with The Lords. He had made a name for himself and was granted a chapter in New York. I wasn’t one of those college graduates. I joined the military as a Marine for 10 years, took a bullet in my chest that almost took my life. Got an honorable discharge and met Butcher o*******t at a bar, where I saved his bottom from a rival biker club. Six members of the Mayhem Crew cornered him while the rest of The Lords were outside getting ready to leave. Butcher had to use the restroom and when he came out, the six guys saw him and started s**t. He was taking on three of them and before the other three could jump in, I broke my beer bottle and took care of them. By the time Butcher had taken care of his three, mine were bleeding on the bar floor. Before the police could show up, he had grabbed me, and made me ride b***h on his bike back to his club. The rest was history. For the last four years, I was given the job of taking out our former members. As in, they did something against the club rules, so they would get exiled, and because they knew too much, I made them pay for their betrayal. That’s how I got the road name Ripper. As in RIP. Because when they were exiled, the next person they saw was me, and I was the last person they would ever see again. “I think I’ll just stick to my one and done,” I said. “You do you, Rip. But when that one girl comes, and she has you by the balls, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Maybe I’ll have some advice to share if I can get my s**t fixed.” He walked away after that. I turned just in time to watch the girl slam 3 shots. It was time to make my move.

Cassie I walked towards Becca with a broad grin on my face, and wrapped my arms around her tightly. “God, I missed you Gunner. I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” I said to her as she squeezed the living daylights out of me. “I’ve missed you too, Chaotic. We both missed breakfast with daddy last week. He was not happy.” I smiled as we used our nicknames for each other. We pulled back and smiled and then bumped our wrists together. We have matching tattoos on top of our right wrists that says Beautiful Disaster, and on the underside she has the name Gunner and I have the name Chaotic. She looked me up and down, shaking her head. I just shrugged my shoulders and then sat at the bar. I watched her cut limes with what looked like a wicked sharp knife. “So, you gonna tell me what that dou''qhe canoe did this time?” “What do you mean dou''qhe canoe?” “You know I’ve never liked him. How many conversations have we had about his controlling ways? How he wanted you to take Creative Writing or Photography because he felt like those were better suited for a pretty girl. He’s always acted like you have no brains. How many times have you complained you wanted a little more adventurous bed play, but he just wants to do missionary?” “Funny you should say that about the bed play. He told me he wanted an open relationship tonight, or to have a th'reesome with another woman,” I told her. She slammed a shot of tequila in front of me and I downed it. “It’s one thing to want to do more positions, or get tied up, spanked or choked, and another to suggest an open relationship or threesomes,” she said. “I honestly don’t mind the th'reesome suggestion, but I’d rather do it with another man, and when I suggested that, he was like absolutely not. He spouted off cr*p, like how it would be good for us, and help us in the long run to know what it was like to sleep with other people.” “Sounds to me like he just wants to cheat but with permission,” she said, filling the shot glass up again. I downed that shot, and she handed me a slice of lime. I never did the salt l**k, only because I didn’t really have a lot of salt in my diet. “That’s what I said. So, here I am. Now, tell me which one of these hot a*s bikers will give me the ride of my life,” I said as I turned around and scanned the club. “Anyone will honestly, but just stay away from the viking at the pool table. I’ve been wanting him for the last 2 years. But he hasn’t picked up on my signals,” she said. “He’s cute. Wink at him, he keeps looking over here and he sure as s**t isn’t looking at me.” I knew the moment she did it. He blushed. How fking adorable. A big a*s biker blushing. I turned around and looked at my sister. “That was cute as f**k.” She threw back her head and laughed. “So, why have you been working here Becca? Especially for the last two years. Does daddy know?” “Do you see any dead bodies lying on the ground?” “So that’s a no. How did you get this job? Surely the club did a background check?” “And what do you think they would find in that background check Chaotic?” I knew what they would find if they did a background check 2 years ago. A generic life of a nobody woman. Just like if they did one on me. It would say that she was the daughter of a pig farmer. That she was 30 and a college drop out. She had a sister 10 years younger, who was in college at Columbia University. They would know our names, or the names that were given to us. What it wouldn’t say was. That we were the daughters of an Italian Mafia assassin. That we were in the witness protection program and have been for the last 10 years. That our mother was murdered to keep our father in line. That my sister and I were trained by him for the last 10 years and were just as deadly. Our lives were a lie, and we had to keep it that way for our safety. “Well, I guess for their safety that’s good then, because daddy would kill them all. You know how much he hates men around us. god, when Rick started sniffing around, I had to keep him a secret until I was 18.” She laughed, remembering. She helped me keep him a secret. “I applied here because I needed some excitement in my life, Cass. These guys get pretty wild. They fight, yell, race their bikes, f**k the club girls in public, and I gotta say it turns me on to watch.” “Have you ever been with one of these guys?” “No, but I want to. And like I said, I have my eye on the viking. His name is Dozer.” “What kind of name is Dozer?” She passed me a beer, and I was grateful after the two shots I took. “It’s his road name. He got it because in a fight he just bulldozes over people. Slams into them and just hit’s and hit’s until they’re out.” “Huh. Wonder if he could take one of us on?” Becca gave me a baleful stare. “What? I was just wondering. It’s not like I am going to try something with a club full of bikers. I don’t have a death wish. I could take on 3 of these guys, not the 30 that are here.” “Sometimes, Cass, I just don’t know if you’re serious or not.” “Well, I’m not serious about starting a fight. What I am serious about is getting d*cklerious.” Becca snorted. “You crack me up with your vocabulary. Look, if you really want to f**k someone here, all you have to do is announce it. Any one of these f*ckers would jump at the chance.” “Do you think they’re clean?” “I know they are. It’s in the club rules. They have to get tested every 6 weeks. Anyone caught with an STI gets quarantined. If they get something serious, they can no longer be in the clubhouse. They’re still affiliated, but they no longer do club business.” “Good to know. What about these women here? I wouldn’t be stepping on their toes? Taking one of their men?” “One, they’re the club sl*ts. None of these guys would take them seriously. They’re free use for anyone. Two, most of these guys cheat. There are a few who are faithful to their Old Lady's or girlfriends, but those that are, would let you know. And three, the ones that are taken, their women would try to tear you apart. Not that they could, but they would try. And if you hurt one of their ladies, it’s an instant bullet to your head.” “Noted. How do I know which ones are club girls and which are girlfriends or Old Lady's?” “The girlfriends aren’t dressed as sl*tty as the club girls, their men don’t like it and the Old Lady's wear leather vests, while at the clubhouse they say property of The Lords of Chaos and property of whoever.” “Seriously? They’re claimed like that?” “Yeah, keeps other bikers from messing with their women. Especially during a club function or if they travel with their women.” “Interesting. Well, give me three shots, I need some confidence to put myself out there.” “Since when?” “Since I’m not good enough for my current boyfriend.” “Cass. You gotta know it’s not you,” she said, as she lined the shots up. “Isn’t it though?” I slammed the shots, one after another and then suked a lime. I pulled the lime out and said, “Why else would he want to sleep with other women?” “Whoa, did I walk up at the wrong time?” The deep baritone voice made me shiver. It rolled through me like warm melted chocolate. I looked over at the man with the deep voice and my mouth went dry. He was gorgeous. He had auburn hair that was cut short on the sides but longer on top and was slicked back. His reddish brown scruff on his face complimented his angular jaw and framed the lush l**s that I just wanted to bite. He had a slightly crooked nose that was obviously broken at least once, and kept him from looking utterly perfect. His warm whisky-colored eyes were full of desire as he looked me up and down in appreciation. He looked tall, maybe 6’3 and he had ripped muscles, from his thick n**k to his broad shoulders and b*****g biceps and forearms. His arms were covered with tattoos, as were the tops of his big hands. He wore a black henley short sleeved shirt with a leather vest over it and dark blue jeans over massive t****s with biker boots. “I like your vest.” “It’s called a cut,” he said with amusement in his eyes. His cut had various patches on it. On one side there was a patch that said Ripper and under that one, was Enforcer. A patch that said, I Am My Brother’s Keeper under those. Under that patch were 5 small metal pins that were skull and bones. On the other side was a black and white ace of spades patch, under that a circular black and white patch that said Ride Forever, Forever Free with a skull in the middle, and a small rectangular patch that had the letters FLLF under that, Then under all of those was a huge New York patch with NYC in the middle. I made a finger motion for him to turn around and he did. On the back of the cut was a giant skull and bones. The skull had red diamond tears with a 1% in them. Above, the patched words of The Lords Of and on the bottom said Chaos, on the side of the huge patch was a small square MC patch. It was really beautiful. I cleared my throat and he turned back around. I held out my hand to shake his. He looked at it and smiled and then grabbed it. But instead of shaking my hand, he brought it up to his l**s and kissed my knuckles. “Pensa di essere un tipo tranquillo, vero?” I said, in fluent Italian. (he thinks he’s a smooth one, doesn’t he?) Becca snorted, “Sì, ma tutte le ragazze dicono che sa leccare la fica come un dio.” (Yes, but all the girls say he can eat p***y like a god.) “Pensi che dovrei scoprirlo?” (Think I should find out?) “Si fallo” (Yes, do it) “No, you didn’t walk up at the wrong time. In fact, I would say your timing was perfect,” I said, beaming at him with my best smile.

Ripper F*ck, she was perfection up close and her smile about stopped my heart. I didn’t know what language they spoke, but it was beautiful. “Are you telling me, some weasel wants to sleep with someone that isn’t you?” “Her boyfriend of 6 years proposed an open relationship tonight,” Becca announced. “Sei una stronza.” (You’re a beаch) “Mi ringrazierai più tardi.” (You’ll thank me later) “What is it that you two are speaking?” “Italiano,” Becca said. “Italian? I didn’t know you spoke Italian Becs.” “Well, we’re full-blooded.” “Becca TMI,” she scolded. “Not really, since we were speaking our native tongue. Speaking of tongues.” She hissed at Becca and Becca laughed. “What’s your name, beautiful?” “Cassie. I’m Becca’s sister.” “Duh Cass, pretty sure he figured that out.” “I’m Ripper.” “Interesting name. Your road name?” I looked at her surprised, and nodded with a small smile. “Let’s get back to this idi*t and wanting an open relationship. Let me guess. He wants an open relationship because it would be good for your relationship, right? Or maybe he offered to do a th'reesome but with girls only. How am I doing so far?” “You’re spot on, actually. He said, since we’ve only been with each other, it would be good to see what others are like.” “Well Angel, if you’re game, I’d love to be an “other” for you.” “I’m game.” I smiled as I held out my hand and she put hers in it, but before we could go anywhere, Mindy stomped right towards me and she looked p*ssed. “What the hll Ripper, you’re picking this random w***e over me?” I heard an “Oh, s**t,” from behind me from Becs, and the next thing I knew, the tiny girl beside me let go of my hand, and had the knife that Becs had used to cut the limes, in her delicate hand, arm outstretched and pressed the point of it to Mindy’s cheek. A thin red line of blood started to seep out. “You might want to watch what you call me beаch. The only wh)re’s I see here are the ones that I was told would ride anyone’s c**k in this place. I only plan to ride his c**k.” Holy f**k did my c**k get rock hard at her announcement. The music was cut off, and people stopped talking. Everyone in the club was staring. The club girls with their mouths open in shock, the girlfriends and Old Lady's had wide smiles on their faces, and my brothers had various looks of shock and amused grins. Butcher himself had his arms crossed over his massive chest to see how this played out and a grin on his face. Some of the guys adjusted themselves and that had me glaring. “Ripper, do something,” Mindy whimpered as she trembled where she stood. “Nope, I think my little sl*sher here is handling things all on her own,” I said, as I watched Cassie’s head turn towards me and her eyes flashed with desire. Oh, she liked me backing her up. Cassie turned back to Mindy and took the knife away from her face. I just stood there waiting. “If I were you, I’d back the f**k away from me right now,” she said. Mindy hurriedly backed up, and then she turned and fled out the clubhouse doors. “Come on killer, follow me,” I said, grabbing her hand and tugging her behind me. I heard a thunk and some of the guys whistled. I stopped and turned and saw that Cassie had thrown the knife towards Becs, and it landed right in the middle of the sliced limes. Becs just had a huge smile on her face and she waved at her sister. I saw Dozer leave his cue stick on the pool table and hurry over to Becs. I couldn’t wait any longer and I lifted Cassie bridal style into my arms and raced to my room. Her arms went around my n**k. I punched my code into my door lock and kicked it open, then kicked it closed as I stepped in. Cassie was kissing my ear, and it was driving me nuts. She was mewling and wiggling in my arms trying to get me closer. “Hold on baby, I’ll get us to the bed. f**k your mouth is driving me insane.” “Drawing blood always makes me excitemed hurry, get us to the bed. I need to taste you,” she whispered into my ear. What. The. f**k. Did she just say drawing blood always makes her excitemed? This girl is something else. I tossed her on my bed and she bounced. She got to her knees quickly and attacked my jeans. She ripped my belt off as I pulled my shirt over my head. Cassie had my jeans open and my c**k in her hand so fast. I m****d as she squeezed me and then my knees almost buckled as she swallowed my shaft. She hit the back of her throat and gagged, but then she relaxed and the rest of me went all the way in. I was not small. I’ve never been able to deep throat a girl and many have tried. She was a fking pro. Did she say she'd only been with her boyfriend? f**k, that guy was dumb as s**t. A girl that can swallow c**k like this is rare, and he wants to try others? I might have to keep this one for a little bit. Wait, what the f**k was I saying? She suked me hard, and my eyes crossed, she was going to town on me. She grabbed my hands and put them on her head. f**k yes! She stilled and I took over. I started to throat f**k her like there was no tomorrow. The glide of my c**k on her tongue sent shivers through me. The wet warmth of her mouth and the tightness of her throat as she swallowed had me g******g uncontrollably. “I’m about to c*m, Angel. Tap my t***h if you don’t want to swallow.” She did not tap my t***h, no what she did was grab my a*s and pull me forward, so her nose was buried into my groin, and she made me stay there. She ran her tongue all around the underside of my d**k and I burst. Rope after rope of c*m went down her throat. She swallowed and I fking whimpered. My legs trembled and when she pulled back there was no mess. She just looked at me and smiled. I growled and lunged at her. She squeaked. I tore at her dress and it easily slid off her. Holy god she didn’t have any p*****s on. I looked at her, and she blushed. I grinned. How could this girl just suk me off like a fking p*rn star and then blush when I find out she was pantiless? I grabbed her ankles and yanked her down to the edge of the bed, I unbuckled her shoes and dropped them on the floor. I then ripped my boots and pants off. She gasped when I spread her and dove between her legs to suk at her perfect pretty p***y, she screamed. I l****d and suked and fked her with my tonge. She begged me for more and I took two fingers and slowly pushed them in her. “YEEEEESSSSS,” she yelled. She ground herself on my fingers and face. I curled my fingers and found that little sweet spot and rubbed it, flicking my tongue at her cl*t rapidly. A high-keening wail came out of her and she gushed. She squirted all over me and I lapped it up like it was my favorite drink. f**k this girl was amazing. I kissed her t****s and torso and then paid special attention to the gorgeous t**s that she had. Perfectly fit in my hand and I squeezed and rubbed her n*****s with my palms. I pinched them, and she m****d and arched her back. I pinched a little harder as I suked the other. “Yes, Ripper, oh, god yes, that feels so good.” “You like your n*****s played with, baby?” “Mmmhmmm, harder.” I bit down on the n****e in my mouth and she exploded. Holy f**k, I just made her c*m from just playing with her n*****s. That was a first for me. I scooted up a little more and kissed her. Our tongues tangled, and our k**s was hot. I reached over to the drawer by my bed and got a protection. I quickly lifted up and rolled it down my hard shaft. As I did, I noticed the red lipstick that was all over it and I fking loved it. I leaned over her again and looked her in the eyes. “Are you ready baby?” “Yes, Ripper. Give it to me, please,” she begged. I started to ease into her. I had a lot of girth and length and I didn’t want to rip her. But she had other ideas and she grabbed my a*s, lifted her legs high up on my w***t and pulled me into her fast. “F*uuuuck, baby, your so fking tight,” I croaked out as I laid my head against her forehead. She hummed, and then she started to move her h**s. She was fking me. I was not about to be showed up. I grabbed one of her legs and put it on my shoulder and I pulled out and slammed back into her. I did this over and over again. I swiveled my h**s in a circle as I slammed in, and she screamed in pleasure. “f**k, yes. Harder Ripper!” And harder I did. Sweat dripped from my brow and landed on her stomach. She hummed and rubbed it into her skin. Dam, that was Hot as f**k. I took her other leg and bent both at the knees and moved closer to her so I could k**s her. Her knees landed right next to her head and the angle made my d**k hit that g-'spot. “RIPPPPEERRR!” she screamed, and I just knew everyone in the clubhouse heard her. I pumped 4 more times and I roared as I came. f**k it went on forever. My whole body shook with the force. Finally, I stopped, and I collapsed, catching myself on my elbows as I let go of her legs. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and hugged me to her. Her delicate hands moved up and down my back as I caught my breath. That was the best s*x I have ever had. What the hll just happened to me?