Resenting Me
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Stefan – Three.
Me – Goodnight green eyes.
Stefan – Night flower.
*Bam* *Bam* *Bam*
What in the f**k?
I look over at the clock, wondering who the hell could be banging on my door at this ungodly hour. I fling the covers back, trudging grumpily to my front door. I look through the peephole and notice some prospects wearing Breakneck cuts.
I undo the chain with my good arm and open the door.
“We have strict orders not to leave you here. You’re to come back to the clubhouse with us where it's safe.”
Who the hell do these jokers think they are?
“Just because you wear a cut doesn’t mean shit to me. Dial Braxxon or Pyro now!” I order as I reach into the umbrella holder and grab Winter’s gun. They’re watching me, so I just shrug and say, “I was shot.” And those three words seem to appease them.
“Hey VP, your lady wants to speak to you or the Prez. Yep.” He hands me the phone.
“Flower, do as the men say, okay? Really, you’ve been hurt once because of me. I won’t let that shit happen again.” The last part comes out more in a growl, not at me, but more at himself.
“How long should I pack for?” I ask quietly.
“Long enough.”
Then I hear a small click and nothing but silence.
“Hello?”
I look down at the phone to see if it lost signal, but it has all its bars.
“He hung up on me!”
“He does that a lot ma’am. Do you need help?” One of them asks me.
“Yeah, just help me pack. I’ll be angry at him later.”
Chapter Four
“Where’s Star?” I say, coming through the door like a lightning bolt.
“In bed, and no more stripper names, Hazel.” Braxxon looks at me with a questioning stare.
“Fine, but never use her last name. I’m Lana.” I stick out my hand.
I try to jerk my hand away from Braxxon’s grip, but he doesn’t let go until Pyro yanks it away. Braxxon throws his hands up in surrender.
“Lana.” I hear my name come from Pyro’s luscious lips and I direct my eyes to his, watching as he nods his head towards his apartment.
“Get your eyes off her ass.” That curvy Hawaiian ass is all mine.
“No harm, no foul, brother.” Braxxon smirks.
“You have Winter up in your bed. Make up your f**king mind.”
“Whatever. Let’s just get this shipment shit out of the way,” he says.
“Yes, let’s.”
“Lana?” I call out to the empty room.
“In the shower. Be out in a second. Hey, you gotta towel somewhere?”
I gulp. Lana in a towel. The heavens have been listening to me after all. My dick is already standing at full alert.
“Never mind, I don’t need one.”
How in the hell does she not need a towel?
“You know, Pyro,” she sticks her head outside the door of the bathroom, “they happen to make this nice little bottle of stuff called lubricant. Makes it easier for a woman to take a bigger cock.”
Leaving a trail of water on the floor, she comes part way outside the bathroom, leans up against the frame, and twirls a little bottle of lube.
“Lana… is this what you want?”
She rolls her eyes, pops open the lube, and squirts some in her hands. I just stand there as she tosses the bottle to the floor. Next thing I know, her hands are working her pu**y and it’s the most magical thing I’ve ever witnessed. I can’t take this shit anymore.
This time, I don’t even bother stripping. I unzip my pants, stalk up to her, and press her hard against the frame. “How’s the shoulder?”
“Can’t feel it,” she answers, lust dripping from her words.
And just before I explode from the sight of her beautiful naked body, one of her hands wraps around my c**k and starts pumping the lubricant up and down my dick.
“I want it fast. Stretch me, Stefan,” she murmurs before biting my earlobe.
“Put one leg up on the door frame, flower,” I bark. Fuck this gentle shit. She wants it hard, then that’s what she’s going to get.
“You won’t break me. Just do it already,” Her sweet voice begs.
I’m in, in with one swift motion. Oh jeezuzzzz!
“You feel like a f**king virgin, Lana.”
“Don’t stop, you idiot. Just keep moving!” she screams at me.
I grab her by the hair and jerk her head to the side to suckle on her neck. I’ve found her sweet spot.
“Mark me,” I say.
At first, she looks at me weird, until she figures out what I mean, and then her nails scrape down my back, causing me to howl out while I spurt my cum all deep inside of her.
“You didn’t cum,” I say, disappointment evident in my tone.
And I am. I am disappointed. With her, I cum like a f**king adolescent teenager with no restraint.
“Ah, yeah I did. You were howling like a f**king wolf. You missed it.” Her laugh turns into a yawn.
I smile at her sleepy face as I slowly slide out of her. She is so f**king beautiful, it kills me. I walk the few steps to my shower to grab a rag, wet it, and make the few steps back over to her. I press the cloth lightly to her pu**y.
“Oh, that feels good.” She moans.
“Lana, baby, no sounds like that or we’ll be going at it again and we can’t right now. You’re still just too tight for that.”
Me – Goodnight green eyes.
Stefan – Night flower.
*Bam* *Bam* *Bam*
What in the f**k?
I look over at the clock, wondering who the hell could be banging on my door at this ungodly hour. I fling the covers back, trudging grumpily to my front door. I look through the peephole and notice some prospects wearing Breakneck cuts.
I undo the chain with my good arm and open the door.
“We have strict orders not to leave you here. You’re to come back to the clubhouse with us where it's safe.”
Who the hell do these jokers think they are?
“Just because you wear a cut doesn’t mean shit to me. Dial Braxxon or Pyro now!” I order as I reach into the umbrella holder and grab Winter’s gun. They’re watching me, so I just shrug and say, “I was shot.” And those three words seem to appease them.
“Hey VP, your lady wants to speak to you or the Prez. Yep.” He hands me the phone.
“Flower, do as the men say, okay? Really, you’ve been hurt once because of me. I won’t let that shit happen again.” The last part comes out more in a growl, not at me, but more at himself.
“How long should I pack for?” I ask quietly.
“Long enough.”
Then I hear a small click and nothing but silence.
“Hello?”
I look down at the phone to see if it lost signal, but it has all its bars.
“He hung up on me!”
“He does that a lot ma’am. Do you need help?” One of them asks me.
“Yeah, just help me pack. I’ll be angry at him later.”
Chapter Four
“Where’s Star?” I say, coming through the door like a lightning bolt.
“In bed, and no more stripper names, Hazel.” Braxxon looks at me with a questioning stare.
“Fine, but never use her last name. I’m Lana.” I stick out my hand.
I try to jerk my hand away from Braxxon’s grip, but he doesn’t let go until Pyro yanks it away. Braxxon throws his hands up in surrender.
“Lana.” I hear my name come from Pyro’s luscious lips and I direct my eyes to his, watching as he nods his head towards his apartment.
“Get your eyes off her ass.” That curvy Hawaiian ass is all mine.
“No harm, no foul, brother.” Braxxon smirks.
“You have Winter up in your bed. Make up your f**king mind.”
“Whatever. Let’s just get this shipment shit out of the way,” he says.
“Yes, let’s.”
“Lana?” I call out to the empty room.
“In the shower. Be out in a second. Hey, you gotta towel somewhere?”
I gulp. Lana in a towel. The heavens have been listening to me after all. My dick is already standing at full alert.
“Never mind, I don’t need one.”
How in the hell does she not need a towel?
“You know, Pyro,” she sticks her head outside the door of the bathroom, “they happen to make this nice little bottle of stuff called lubricant. Makes it easier for a woman to take a bigger cock.”
Leaving a trail of water on the floor, she comes part way outside the bathroom, leans up against the frame, and twirls a little bottle of lube.
“Lana… is this what you want?”
She rolls her eyes, pops open the lube, and squirts some in her hands. I just stand there as she tosses the bottle to the floor. Next thing I know, her hands are working her pu**y and it’s the most magical thing I’ve ever witnessed. I can’t take this shit anymore.
This time, I don’t even bother stripping. I unzip my pants, stalk up to her, and press her hard against the frame. “How’s the shoulder?”
“Can’t feel it,” she answers, lust dripping from her words.
And just before I explode from the sight of her beautiful naked body, one of her hands wraps around my c**k and starts pumping the lubricant up and down my dick.
“I want it fast. Stretch me, Stefan,” she murmurs before biting my earlobe.
“Put one leg up on the door frame, flower,” I bark. Fuck this gentle shit. She wants it hard, then that’s what she’s going to get.
“You won’t break me. Just do it already,” Her sweet voice begs.
I’m in, in with one swift motion. Oh jeezuzzzz!
“You feel like a f**king virgin, Lana.”
“Don’t stop, you idiot. Just keep moving!” she screams at me.
I grab her by the hair and jerk her head to the side to suckle on her neck. I’ve found her sweet spot.
“Mark me,” I say.
At first, she looks at me weird, until she figures out what I mean, and then her nails scrape down my back, causing me to howl out while I spurt my cum all deep inside of her.
“You didn’t cum,” I say, disappointment evident in my tone.
And I am. I am disappointed. With her, I cum like a f**king adolescent teenager with no restraint.
“Ah, yeah I did. You were howling like a f**king wolf. You missed it.” Her laugh turns into a yawn.
I smile at her sleepy face as I slowly slide out of her. She is so f**king beautiful, it kills me. I walk the few steps to my shower to grab a rag, wet it, and make the few steps back over to her. I press the cloth lightly to her pu**y.
“Oh, that feels good.” She moans.
“Lana, baby, no sounds like that or we’ll be going at it again and we can’t right now. You’re still just too tight for that.”
