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Lynx

“Where the fuck is Liquid?” I yelled as I slammed through the clubhouse door. Crowne has been gone for a week. She left Jessikah’s house after telling Jess and Tina how we know each other and no one has seen her since. My phone buzzes, and as I look down, I see Shark’s name.

Shark: I have one of yours…

The picture that Shark sent through is of Crowne. Her cut is on the back of the chair and her shirt is around her neck as one of Shark’s Boy-toys licks up the chord of her neck.

“Fuck.” I groan.

Me: How long has she been with you?

Shark: A week.

I should go to their clubhouse and get her, bring her back here and help her sober up. But she ran to Shark for a reason, one that means Crowne needed to clear her head.

Me: Can you let me know when she leaves?

Shark messages back with the middle finger emoji and a thumbs up.

I put my phone inside my cut and head toward the back office.

When I open the door, I stop. Skoden is on the couch, pants open, cock out and his head thrown back.

Beaver has her mouth wrapped around his cock and his hand is fisting the ponytail at the top of her head.

“Fuck yes, take it all bitch, swallow me whole.” He moans as his hips buck up.

The show has given me a hard-on that is pushing at the teeth of my zipper.

I need to get laid, but the only woman that deserves my cock is currently going through counseling to get over the ordeal that not only saw her best friend’s husband killed in front of her eyes, but she also had to watch her friend get raped repeatedly.

Backing up and slowly closing the door. I head to my room and close the door, making sure to lock it so no one can walk in.

I remove my cut and hang it on the hook that is beside my mirror.

Then I climb onto my bed and unzip my pants, letting my cock spring free.

I decide I need to contact Jessikah and see how she is.

Me: What are you up to, baby?

Jess: Lounging in bed, wanna see?

She sends through a picture. Her hair is fanned against her pillow, her blonde hair popping against the dark green of her pillowcase. Her skin looks pale as her black tank top sits low on her chest. The outline of the top of her breasts on full display.

Me: Fuck! You look amazing.

She sends me another picture. This time it’s from a different angle.

It shows not only the black tank top, but it shows lower.

Her panties are black like her tank top, but they look like shorts.

Black lace shorts that frame her thighs.

I’d like nothing more than to lick up the inside of her thighs to her sweet center that makes me crave her.

Me: Fuck! You make me want to do naughty things to you. You have me hard.

Raising my phone so it captures my pants open and my proud member standing, saluting her.

Me: I have been thinking about you. I want to taste everywhere on you. From your ankles to your lips and every… Single. Place in between.

Jess: You have been the only person I have thought about since you walked into my life.

My phone chimes with an incoming video chat and when I accept, Jessikah is smiling at me.

“Hi, Lynx,” she says, her hand lazily running over the top of her breasts.

“Paul,” I swallow, and groan. “To you I am Paul, or your old man. Fuck, Jess. You have me pulsing. I want to do so many dirty things to you.”

Her hand slides down her chest, over the curve of her stomach, then disappears below the screen. She moans softly, her mouth dropping open slightly.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my hand slowly lowering to my shaft. My fingers wrapping around it, before I give it a squeeze to stop the orgasm threatening to rip from my balls before I even get to watch her have an orgasm.

“Paul,” she moans. “I’m so wet.” She gasps. “Paul, I… I.” She closes her eyes as her head goes back.

“Jess, don’t stop. Circle your clit and let your fingers slide down. Enter that tight pussy for me,” I demand, my hand sliding up and down my shaft, hitting the base of my cock. I cup my balls and move my hand behind my head. I want to cum, but I need her to get off a few times first.

“Paul, are you playing with yourself?” she asks, her voice thick with desire.

“Baby, if I touch my dick, I am gong to come. I need to see and hear you bring yourself to orgasm a few times before I get to. Now listen to my voice and do as I say,” I demand, telling her rub her pussy and listen to every dirty thing I tell you.” She moans.

“The first time I taste you, I am going to pin you against the wall, sink to my knees and feast on your pussy until you fill my mouth with so much cum, it feels like I am drowning.” Her moans fill my room. As I close my eyes, I can almost taste her cum as it coats my lips and tongue.

“Once I pull at least two orgasms from that sweet pussy of yours, I am going to slowly kiss my way up to your lips and let you taste yourself on me. But as you taste my lips, I am going to grab you by your thighs and lift you up, wrapping your legs around my hips. As I slide my tongue into your mouth, my cock will be sliding deep into your pussy. It will feel like coming home. I won’t stop until I pull two more orgasms from you, grinding my cock deep into you.

Once I have your juices running down my balls, I am going to carry you to our bed, spread you wide and slowly pound every drop of my cum into you.

” The tip of my cock is glistening from the pre-cum that is beading at the top.

“Paul, I... I… I’m going to come,” she says as I growl, wrapping my fingers around my shaft.

“With me, baby, come with me.” Her sweet moan fills my ears.

“God, yes, Paul, please come with me.” Her orgasm races through her as mine squirts from the tip of my dick.

“Oh baby, fuck, Jess you’re mine!” I shout, as spurt after spurt shoots from my body. The orgasm ripping from my body like it did to Jess the three times I made her come.

“Paul,” she whispers, “are you really sure you want me? I am broken, bruised and unlovable.”

“No, baby, you are mine. Every single piece. The broken, the bruised and you are my love. My unicorn, the one woman in the world that showed me what it’s like to fall head over heels in love. I never want to see it end.” Her smile is lazy, her eyes shine with tears but she looks content.

“Thank you,” she says so low I almost can hear her.

“No, baby, thank you for taking a chance on someone that didn’t think he was loveable.” We continue to chat until her eyes start to droop.

“Baby, go to sleep. I will come over and see you…” I look at the clock, the red time showing two am, “later today.We will go out for dinner and then we can go to the fair. I will win you a prize.” Her soft snore is the only thing I can hear before I blow her a kiss and end the call.

“She is the woman of my dreams. I never thought I would find anyone like her, and yet here she is.” I place my phone on the nightstand and roll over on my side, letting myself fall asleep, dreaming of Jessikah Gorman.