Heart Recaptured
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“No problem,” I said. “Doing it again tomorrow.”
Styx’s calm expression soon hardened. “Why?”
Jaw clenching, I replied, “‘Cause she asked.”
Styx glared and signed, “Don’t fuck up with her, brother. She ain’t one of your sluts.”
Stepping closer to my best friend, I said, “Prez, you fuckin’ roped me into this shit, and I’m doing it. She wanted me to take her out again. I said yes because of you. So you don’t lose Mae. Fuckin’ trust that I got your back.”
“And that’s the only reason you’re sticking with her? ‘Cause I know you’re hard up for the bitch,” he signed.
I just raised an eyebrow, not wanting to lie to the only person I could ever trust, and Styx shook his head in exasperation. Finally cracking a smirk, he threw his arm around my shoulder. We walked over to the bar, got rip-roaring drunk, and then the slut brigade arrived. The music cranked loud, more brothers showed face, and the real party fucking started.
Stumbling to my room, drunk as all hell, I’d noticed Tiff and Jules waiting on the bed… only they didn’t much look like Tiff and Jules. Their short skirts and see-through tops were gone. Both sat waiting in short, gray familiar dresses, their long tanned legs on show, but both were wearing headdresses, the kind Lilah always wore, their blond hair tied back in a bun… just like Lilah.
Fuck, one look at those god-awful things and my cock got rock solid. I was fucking turned on by the worse fashion statement on Earth.
Tiff smiled wide as I entered, playing with the long tie from the headdress, curling it around her finger. “Ky, baby,” she mewled. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“Yeah?” I asked, locking my door and shedding my cut and boots.
Jules jumped off the bed and stood in front of my swaying ass, dipping her head, and said, “Yeah, baby, we went to church but got thrown out for being bad little girls.”
I didn’t wanna be turned on by them acting like this, but I fuckin’ was, too frustrated from being around Lilah all day, her fat lips and blue eyes stealing my fuckin’ breath at every turn.
Jules reached out and, gripping the end of my shirt, pulled it over my head. If I squinted my eyes, the bitch could almost pass for Lilah, fooling my mind into believing she was here, with me, fuckin’ wet and wanting my cock.
“Where’d you get these clothes?” I slurred, pulling on the ties.
Tiff joined Jules in unzipping my jeans, and she said, “Sex shop. It’s amazing how many men get off on the Amish look. Hungering for virgin pussy they know they ain’t ever gonna touch.”
I wasn’t surprised it was popular. I was gone for virgin pussy. I was one of those sick fucks turned on by those fuckin’ awful clothes. I was getting off nightly on the image of Lilah crying my name, her loose dress wrapped around her waist and that bald fuckin’ pussy in my face and all up in my mouth.
Gripping Tiff’s headdress ties, I yanked her forward and crashed my lips to hers, almost bruising her with the force, only to push her back, plant my palm on her head, and force her to her knees. “Suck my cock, Lilah,” I ordered, hissing when her hot mouth sucked me down, my tip hitting the back of her throat.
I shot faster than ever, coming like a damn fountain as I pictured Lilah down there, fucking requesting to swallow my cum…
The details after that weren’t clear, but I knew I’d fucked those Lilah wannabes in every hole until I couldn’t even get hard anymore.
I may have fucked Tiff and Jules, but in my head it had been Lilah. All fucking Lilah. And those bitches knew it too, manipulative cunts.
Running my hand down my stomach, I gripped my hard dick and began to stroke my fist up and down, ignoring the two sleeping sluts beside me. Never before had a bitch got under my skin like this. Never had I imagined those sluts as anyone else.
Feeling light hands cover mine, I saw Jules’s bloodshot tired eyes look up, that fuckin’ headdress still on her head. Her hand nudged mine outta the way, her mouth dropping to feast on my balls.
Lilah… Lilah… I thought watching that headdress bob up and down.
Giving in to my sick fantasy, I closed my eyes as Jules worked me over until, on a loud roar, I came all over my stomach, so fuckin’ hard I almost passed out.
Shit, I thought as I caught my breath.
The bitch had given me a messed-up fetish for Amish clothes.
*****
Four Weeks Later…
“We got runs tomorrow. Ky, you lead the deal with the Chechens in Houston. Tank, Bull, Smiler, AK. Flame, you can stay here and watch the compound. Hush and Cowboy, I’m sending you to San Antonio. Sandman, San Antonio prez, is cutting a side deal with the Italians, some laundering ring. Being nomads, you’ve both dealt with Marcello. Need you there to show support for our Texan brothers.”
I translated everything Styx was signing, and the brothers nodded.
Styx coughed, and I watched his hands. “I’ll be gone three days. Got personal shit to do. Any problems, Ky’ll be acting prez.” As soon as I translated, I met eyes with Styx, who, although looking at me, offered no more explanation about where the hell he was going.
“We done?” Styx signed.
Brothers said, “Aye,” and Styx slammed down the gavel. Everyone piled out, but I hung back.
Styx expected it. My best friend remained sitting, waiting for me to speak.
“Where you going that you haven’t told me about?”
“A-a-away,” he stuttered, shrugging his shoulders.
I raised my eyebrow. “Mae going?
He nodded.
“Anyone else?”
He shook his head.
I smiled.
“Go. Take your bitch away. I got the runs covered.”
“D-done,” Styx said and stood. “L-l-leave t-t-tonight. B-b-back in a few.”
Styx left, and I walked down the hallway, climbed the back stairwell to Styx’s apartment, and knocked on Lilah’s door.
For the Hangmen, the last four weeks had been uneventful. Deals were struck; club finances were good. The garage and our other legit businesses were turning profit.
But my life? Fuckin’ Groundhog Day.
Teaching Lilah about life but all the time wanting in her pussy.
Getting fucked-up drunk each night ‘cause I’d spent the whole fuckin’ day wanting in her pussy.
Fucking the asses off Tiff and Jules each night, pretending they were Lilah, ‘cause I’d spent all fuckin’ day wanting in her pussy! Hearing Tiff and Jules fucking bitching at me every single damn time ‘cause I pretended it was Lilah I was fucking!
Styx’s calm expression soon hardened. “Why?”
Jaw clenching, I replied, “‘Cause she asked.”
Styx glared and signed, “Don’t fuck up with her, brother. She ain’t one of your sluts.”
Stepping closer to my best friend, I said, “Prez, you fuckin’ roped me into this shit, and I’m doing it. She wanted me to take her out again. I said yes because of you. So you don’t lose Mae. Fuckin’ trust that I got your back.”
“And that’s the only reason you’re sticking with her? ‘Cause I know you’re hard up for the bitch,” he signed.
I just raised an eyebrow, not wanting to lie to the only person I could ever trust, and Styx shook his head in exasperation. Finally cracking a smirk, he threw his arm around my shoulder. We walked over to the bar, got rip-roaring drunk, and then the slut brigade arrived. The music cranked loud, more brothers showed face, and the real party fucking started.
Stumbling to my room, drunk as all hell, I’d noticed Tiff and Jules waiting on the bed… only they didn’t much look like Tiff and Jules. Their short skirts and see-through tops were gone. Both sat waiting in short, gray familiar dresses, their long tanned legs on show, but both were wearing headdresses, the kind Lilah always wore, their blond hair tied back in a bun… just like Lilah.
Fuck, one look at those god-awful things and my cock got rock solid. I was fucking turned on by the worse fashion statement on Earth.
Tiff smiled wide as I entered, playing with the long tie from the headdress, curling it around her finger. “Ky, baby,” she mewled. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“Yeah?” I asked, locking my door and shedding my cut and boots.
Jules jumped off the bed and stood in front of my swaying ass, dipping her head, and said, “Yeah, baby, we went to church but got thrown out for being bad little girls.”
I didn’t wanna be turned on by them acting like this, but I fuckin’ was, too frustrated from being around Lilah all day, her fat lips and blue eyes stealing my fuckin’ breath at every turn.
Jules reached out and, gripping the end of my shirt, pulled it over my head. If I squinted my eyes, the bitch could almost pass for Lilah, fooling my mind into believing she was here, with me, fuckin’ wet and wanting my cock.
“Where’d you get these clothes?” I slurred, pulling on the ties.
Tiff joined Jules in unzipping my jeans, and she said, “Sex shop. It’s amazing how many men get off on the Amish look. Hungering for virgin pussy they know they ain’t ever gonna touch.”
I wasn’t surprised it was popular. I was gone for virgin pussy. I was one of those sick fucks turned on by those fuckin’ awful clothes. I was getting off nightly on the image of Lilah crying my name, her loose dress wrapped around her waist and that bald fuckin’ pussy in my face and all up in my mouth.
Gripping Tiff’s headdress ties, I yanked her forward and crashed my lips to hers, almost bruising her with the force, only to push her back, plant my palm on her head, and force her to her knees. “Suck my cock, Lilah,” I ordered, hissing when her hot mouth sucked me down, my tip hitting the back of her throat.
I shot faster than ever, coming like a damn fountain as I pictured Lilah down there, fucking requesting to swallow my cum…
The details after that weren’t clear, but I knew I’d fucked those Lilah wannabes in every hole until I couldn’t even get hard anymore.
I may have fucked Tiff and Jules, but in my head it had been Lilah. All fucking Lilah. And those bitches knew it too, manipulative cunts.
Running my hand down my stomach, I gripped my hard dick and began to stroke my fist up and down, ignoring the two sleeping sluts beside me. Never before had a bitch got under my skin like this. Never had I imagined those sluts as anyone else.
Feeling light hands cover mine, I saw Jules’s bloodshot tired eyes look up, that fuckin’ headdress still on her head. Her hand nudged mine outta the way, her mouth dropping to feast on my balls.
Lilah… Lilah… I thought watching that headdress bob up and down.
Giving in to my sick fantasy, I closed my eyes as Jules worked me over until, on a loud roar, I came all over my stomach, so fuckin’ hard I almost passed out.
Shit, I thought as I caught my breath.
The bitch had given me a messed-up fetish for Amish clothes.
*****
Four Weeks Later…
“We got runs tomorrow. Ky, you lead the deal with the Chechens in Houston. Tank, Bull, Smiler, AK. Flame, you can stay here and watch the compound. Hush and Cowboy, I’m sending you to San Antonio. Sandman, San Antonio prez, is cutting a side deal with the Italians, some laundering ring. Being nomads, you’ve both dealt with Marcello. Need you there to show support for our Texan brothers.”
I translated everything Styx was signing, and the brothers nodded.
Styx coughed, and I watched his hands. “I’ll be gone three days. Got personal shit to do. Any problems, Ky’ll be acting prez.” As soon as I translated, I met eyes with Styx, who, although looking at me, offered no more explanation about where the hell he was going.
“We done?” Styx signed.
Brothers said, “Aye,” and Styx slammed down the gavel. Everyone piled out, but I hung back.
Styx expected it. My best friend remained sitting, waiting for me to speak.
“Where you going that you haven’t told me about?”
“A-a-away,” he stuttered, shrugging his shoulders.
I raised my eyebrow. “Mae going?
He nodded.
“Anyone else?”
He shook his head.
I smiled.
“Go. Take your bitch away. I got the runs covered.”
“D-done,” Styx said and stood. “L-l-leave t-t-tonight. B-b-back in a few.”
Styx left, and I walked down the hallway, climbed the back stairwell to Styx’s apartment, and knocked on Lilah’s door.
For the Hangmen, the last four weeks had been uneventful. Deals were struck; club finances were good. The garage and our other legit businesses were turning profit.
But my life? Fuckin’ Groundhog Day.
Teaching Lilah about life but all the time wanting in her pussy.
Getting fucked-up drunk each night ‘cause I’d spent the whole fuckin’ day wanting in her pussy.
Fucking the asses off Tiff and Jules each night, pretending they were Lilah, ‘cause I’d spent all fuckin’ day wanting in her pussy! Hearing Tiff and Jules fucking bitching at me every single damn time ‘cause I pretended it was Lilah I was fucking!
