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Cum & Cards

Spade

Walking into the room I’ve been staying in, Ryder slams me against the wall, cupping my hardening cock as his mouth presses against mine, kissing me roughly. I moan, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as my hands run down his chest, over his abs and down to his jeans, pulling the button open and unzipping his fly.

Forcing his jeans and boxers down over his hips, he slides his hand into my pants, stroking my cock and running his thumb over my piercing. I grip his hard, thick cock, jerking him slowly, causing him to groan into my mouth. Fuck, why does this feel so fucking good?

He pulls away looking down at our hands and bites his bottom lip as my wrist moves to twist his cock, my hand slowly gliding up and down his shaft. Throwing his head back, he pumps me faster, only to stop to push his jeans and boxers down further, taking them off. I slide my sweats down, kicking them the rest of the way off. Grabbing my dick, I stroke my length slowly, never taking my eyes off of him as he watches. His cock twitches every time my thumb hits my piercing, which only causes my dick to leak. Fuck.,this is hot.

Him watching me as I slide my hand tightly down my shaft over and over again, causes goosebumps to litter my skin. He licks his lips as our eyes connect and he growls, slapping my hand away only to replace it with his.

“Look at me,” he commands as he strokes my length so fucking slowly, gripping it tightly and rubbing his thumb in my arousal. I throw my head back and moan as he continues with this torturously slow pace.

“I said look at me, Spade. Let me see how good I make you feel.” He growls and my eyes collide with his lust filled orbs. My legs shake as he tightens his grip on me.

“Fuck, my little Biker Bitch.” I groan deep in my chest.

“Mmm, yes. You look beautiful with my hand on your cock.” He rasps, licking up my chest to my jaw and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. I grab the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me as I kiss him roughly, sucking his tongue into my mouth and biting his lips. He moans as I pull away, sliding to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth and sucking hard. His legs tremble the harder I pull on him, taking him in deeper until he hits the back of my throat.

“Mmm, harder.” He commands, looking down at me as I suck him down my throat and swallow around his length, gagging a little.

“Shit, Spade. Do that again.” He begs, and I pull back, releasing him with a pop. He growls as I look up at him, licking his tip and swirling my tongue around his head.

“Don’t make me ask again. Next time, I won’t ask nicely.” He threatens and I bite the tip of his dick, causing him to hiss.

“Beg harder, Biker Bitch.” I demand, and he raises a brow at me.

“Let me feel that throat again. Please.” He says with a hint of sarcasm, but that's not good enough. I lick the tip again, taking him in my mouth slowly, inch by inch, only to pull away. He growls again.

“Please, suck my fucking cock,” he begs and I grip him roughly, taking him to the back of my throat and swallowing just how he likes it.

“Fuck yes. Please don’t stop. I want to taste my cum on your tongue.” He begs more and I swallow again, gagging as spittle drips from my chin.

“That’s it. Just like that,” he praises as I cup his balls with one hand and apply pressure right by his tight hole, swallowing around him again.

“Mmm, you’re going to make me cum down that tight throat. Fuck yes.” He groans as his legs start to shake. I slide my mouth all the way off just to slam him into my throat over and over again until I feel his balls lift. He moans loudly, gripping my hair as I shove him deeper into my throat and swallow hard as he spills his nut, filling my mouth.

He pulls out slowly as his cum drips down my chin. I swallow his seed and lick him clean, causing his legs to tremble. He pulls me up and licks his cum from my jaw before hekisses me so softly. I moan into the kiss and he pulls away, taking my hand and pushing me onto the bed.

“I want to feel your cock inside me. You game?” he asks with a devilish smirk on his face, and I stand, bending him over the bed.

“Let’s see if you can handle me.” I growl, grabbing the lube from the dresser and pouring it over his hole and down my length. Stroking myself a few times, I line myself up with his ass, gripping his hips as I sink my cock nice and slow into him. I groan at how fucking tight he is. Fuck.

“Harder.” He commands and I pull out, only to slam back in, fucking his tight hole hard and fast.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, My little Biker Bitch.” I moan, as I roll my hips, thrusting in and out of him until he’s a shaking mess on the bed. I lean over and trail my tongue along his spine, causing goosebumps to litter his skin.

“You feel so good, Spade. Shit, that piercing. Fuck.” He whimpers as he meets me thrust for fucking thrust. I bite his shoulder as I reach around and grip his hard cock, stroking him as I continue to fuck his tight ass.

“You like that, you little cocksucker?” I growl.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He groans as I squeeze his length, stroking faster causing him to moan out my name. Fuck, this ass is so fucking warm and tight. Shit. Fuck.

“I’m going to cum so fucking hard.” I growl, releasing his cock to grip his hips roughly as my balls lift and my body begins to shake.

“Fuck. I’m cumming too. Fuckkkkkkk,” he groans loudly as I feel that familiar tingle run up my spine.

“Oh, fuckkkkk, Ryder.” I moan, as I slowly cum deep into his tight fucking ass, not stopping until every drop fills him.

“Shit, that was hot.” He pants as I pull out slowly, flopping onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. He cups my face, leaning in as he brushes his lips against mine in a soft sensual kiss that leaves me breathless.

“Stay with me tonight?” I ask and he smiles, kissing me again softly.

“Only if you shower with me.” He coerces and I laugh.

“Deal.”

Two weeks later…

I’m pulling into The Dungeon with Ryder behind me. It’s Casino night. Thankfully, when I went to pick up the contracts from Caspian, he talked me into doing Casino night here since I’m no longer holding events at Enthralled. I’ll make more money doing it here, giving Caspian a cut, rather than The Aces deepening their pockets.

The night Ryder came to Jade’s, he called Flynn about the gun deal. The Irish King was hesitant at first, but after Ryder explained the situation, he was a little more understanding. That was all that we were waiting for. A yes from Flynn solidifying the deal was all Harley needed, and he happily signed. A win-win for all.

Parking the car, I get out and button my suit jacket. If Jay was here, he would be proud that I was wearing a suit. I wonder what Jade would say if she saw me like this. Trying not to think about her, I round the back of my car and wait for Ryder.

“Were you intentionally trying to race me back there?” He asks with a smirk as he climbs off his bike, laying his helmet on the seat.

“No, but if I was, I’d still beat this piece of shit.” I say, kicking the tire with my shoes.

“Aye, don’t talk shit about the bike. She’s sensitive.” He jokes and I shake my head.

“I gotta say, Ace. You look fucking dapper in a suit.” He says with a whistle and I roll my eyes.

“Well, get a good look. Maybe even take a picture for your spank bank because this isn’t going to be a recurring thing. I fucking hate being dressed up, let alone in a fucking suit.” I whine as he steps closer to me.

“I already did.” He whispers, giving me a wink and walking towards the building. My cheeks heat at knowing he was checking me out while I was getting ready. Spinning on my heels, I follow behind him as we get to the front doors. I give the guard my name and he unclips the red rope, granting us entry.

Stepping into The Dungeon, it looks completely different than the usual fighting ring. The cages have been removed, and card tables replace their spot in the middle of the room, along with slot machines. Deep red and black drapes cover the ceiling and walls, a few small cages with girls dancing in them gives the place a sensual vibe. There’s a bar on the left and right side of the room with a Dj booth on the opposite side of the entrance.

Stepping to my right, I walk over to the tellers to make sure everyone has what they need. Caspian did a great job bringing my vision to life. I’m really fucking impressed. I think tonight is going to be a hit.

“This is really awesome, Ace. I’mma go grab a drink. You want anything?” He asks, and I shake my head.

“Na, I’m good. Go have fun. I got some work to do.” I say and he nods, stalking off across the room to the bar. There’s a bunch of waitresses working the room with shots and different drinks on their trays. I’ve instructed them to push some pills and mary while they make their rounds. There will be big players here tonight, with deep pockets, so the more they sell, the bigger tip they all will receive.

Making my way around the room, I speak to all of the dealers letting them know the secret code if anything suspicious is going on. We want to keep everyone safe and having a good time.

Guests start pouring into the place and I put on a smile, greeting a few people as they arrive. Grabbing a drink from the waitress, I take a deep gulp of my beer as my eyes lock with Ryder’s from across the room. I wink as he loses his hand at blackjack, his eyes flashing with a quick hint of darkness. I pull out a joint, lighting it, andtaking a deep hit beforestepping back to take a second to look around the room. Rich men and their wives, or mistresses, laugh and enjoy cocktails. Damn, I wish Jade was here to see this. My eyes continue to move around the room and I spot black curly hair. Stopping in my tracks, I blink, then blink again, still seeing her. Walking towards her, I move through the traffic of people, weaving in and out, not taking my eyes off her. Stepping behind her, I fight the urge to wrap my arms around her and never let go. Instead I play it cool, keeping my emotions at bay.

“Jade?” I ask in a low whisper. But when she turns around, who I see has me reeling, causing me to growl.

What in the actual fuck?