Page 72 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

I have best friends, my protectors, my lovers, my…

everything. They’re more than I ever thought was possible.

So, when the movie credits roll, I pull up my dress, so we don’t miss this opportunity to make more memories.

Coffin falls to his knees and dives in. Holding his head to my pussy, I grind against his lips as he devours me, moaning roughly as he suffocates in my cum as I squirt all over him.

Unable to stop, my back arches, and I moan as he slips his tongue lower.

“So fuckin’ delicious,” he groans, laving my pucker, and it softens for him to spear inside, to fuck in tiny little thrusts.

Rot pops my breasts free and toys with my pierced nipples as Necro watches on. His pupils consume his irises as he frees his cock, and I reach for him to stroke, but he stops me with the firm shake of his head.

“Let me touch you,” I beg, and lick my lips.

Releasing a harsh breath, Necro stands and wraps my fingers around his jewelry-adorned cock.

I thumb his thick slit, where his Prince Albert lives, and tug on the loop with my pinkie.

A thick burst of precum drools down his cockhead, and I use it to jack him, slowly, watching him fall deeper into a lustful fog, as Coffin eats my ass, and Rot plays with my nipples.

“I love your cock,” I moan, shoving my blond husband’s lips to my hole. “Fuck.” My legs tremble. “You’re gonna make me come again,” I whine, and Necro’s lips part as he unloads. Thick ropes of cum hit my breasts and arm as his hips sputter, and he bathes me in his love.

Turned on by his climax, I bite my bottom lip, and my eyes roll into the back of my skull.

The world suspends for a long, delicious moment before everything tightens and I scream, coming around Coffin’s firm tongue.

Fluid bursts from my cunt, and the universe fractures as air seizes in my lungs.

Rot shifts, and then I feel him there, his soft glans nudging my back door.

“Goddammit, put me in,” he snarls at Coffin, who spits on Rot’s cock and presses it to my pucker.

It yields without a fight, and he slides in just enough to fit halfway inside.

A sharp, pleasure-laced hiss passes my lips as Rot sinks his teeth into my shoulder just before his thighs turn to steel, and his dick pulses, filling my ass with cum.

When he’s through, my dark-haired husband retracts his teeth.

“Now,” he growls at Coffin. “Do it now.” Fingers prod around my pucker as Coffin pulls Rot free and slips himself inside.

On his knees between my parted legs, he slots himself closer, lubricated by Rot’s spend. Leaning in, Coffin nudges my lips with his own, smelling of me, his mouth red from use. “I’m gonna come in this pretty little ass. My ass.”

I cup his cheeks. “Yes.”

“You want me to come in you, wife? ”

“Yes,” I moan, voice wrecked with need.

“I didn’t fuckin’ hear you, whore.” Gripping my throat, Coffin applies pressure, snaps his teeth at me, and slams to the hilt. My entire ass quivers around his intrusion. “Tell me to come in your ass.”

“Come in my ass,” I beg.

“Come in my ass, what?” he challenges, snarling at me, his face contorted like a demon.

“Please.”

“Do I own you, Sweet Cheeks? Are you mine?”

“Yes.” Always. Forever.

Coffin’s nostrils flare as he tightens his grip. “Then fuckin’ say it.”

With my heartbeat whooshing through my ears, I grow lightheaded. My eyelids flutter as warm and fuzzies tingle from my fingertips to my toes. “I’m yours,” I wheeze. “My ass is yours.”

“And?” His thumb digs into my pulse point.

“M-my pussy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. Yes.” I nod, on the edge of no return. My eyelids lower as Rot’s erratic heartbeat pounds through my back.

And I float.

Into myself.

Onto another plane.

I don’t fight it.

I trust Coffin. I trust them to keep me safe.

“Christ, this is hot,” Rot whispers in my ear, cupping my breasts. “Keep goin’. You’re such a good girl. Tell Coffin how much you want him. Tell him how we own you.”

“You own me,” I whisper, and the tightness around my throat lifts just enough to bring me back online, before locking down again.

“I will fuckin’ kill you if you ever leave me again, do you understand?” Coffin nips my chin, then drags his lips to my mouth, where his heavy breath fans across my face.

“I understand.”

He hums and licks my top lip. “I fuckin’ love you.”

“I love you, too,” I croak, and he relaxes his hold.

Sucking in a lungful of sweet, sweet air, I open my eyes just in time to catch Coffin glance over at Necro, who’s standing with his semi-hard cock in hand. “Kiss our old lady while I fill her ass.”

A sly smile curls at Necro’s scarred lips, and his eyes drop to half-mast as he leans down and takes me in a searing kiss.

Coffin growls like a caged beast and squeezes my throat until the world swims once more.

He fucks me until I can no longer remember my name.

When I come, I cry into Necro’s mouth as my ass is filled to the brim, and when he pulls back, both of us are breathing heavily, our lips raw and tingly.

Those white-blue eyes latch onto mine as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth with a drunken smile.

Coffin sits back on his knees and tucks himself away, giving my scarred husband room to take my ass.

Dropping onto the floor, Necro does just that, and in two lazy pumps his seed joins the others…

and I turn into a boneless puddle of happy, sated wife.

My eyelids flutter as Rot hands me off to Necro, who carries me from the theater, my dress tucked between my legs to keep the world from seeing my intimate bits.

I don’t know when he put his mask back on, but he did, and I don’t have the heart to ask when he tucks me into the backseat with him and I crash on his lap, exhaustion taking me under.

“Take your cock out,” Rot calls from the front, and Necro must respond in sign when I hear Rot huff. “Just wipe it off, then give it to her.”

Scooting me back just a bit, Necro undoes his jeans and slips out his soft member, which is easy since none of them wear underwear. I drool, wanting it in my mouth, and lick my lips as he wipes himself up with something soft before chucking it in the back.

Nuzzling my cheek against his thigh, I blink up at my scarred man, and he arches a brow, cocking his head to the side, almost mesmerized as he grips his thickness and taps it to my lips.

Happily suckling him in, he sighs and combs his fingers through my hair as I drift in the best of dreams, tasting him, my husband, my forever.

There’s no way life could get any better than this.

Turning down a dark road in bum fuck Egypt, I look over my shoulder to check if Sola’s still out.

She is happily sucking away at Necro’s cock.

He doesn’t get that pleasure often, too worried she might chip a tooth on one of his piercings, but she doesn’t mind.

We got money. We can pay for the dental work, should it happen.

I snap my fingers and point to the house up the long driveway. The place I decided to bring Sola on our honeymoon to lay her past to rest.

It’s the least we can do.

Rot stiffens beside me as two club brothers protecting the porch lift their hands in greeting. “You think they kept him alive?” he asks.

“They’d better have. That’s the fuckin’ point.”

I paid Dark a pretty fuckin’ penny to track down and kidnap this motherfucker and tie him up in Sola’s old stomping grounds, where her now dead husband rots away where I left him last month, mutilated and cockless.

When we park out front, I exit, and so does Rot. “We’ll wake her once we’ve got this squared away,” I explain to our prez before quietly closing my door, so I don’t disturb Sola.

Dark marches down the steps, and with him, some guy I don’t know does the same. We do the back-clapping bro shit before getting down to business.

“Where’s he at?” I ask.

Dark jerks his head toward the house. “Tied up in the living room. It fuckin’ reeks in there.”

“No shit. Sola’s dead ex is rotting away in his bed, where I left him.

” There was no use in moving the body. If someone found him, which they haven’t, then the place would’ve already been swarming with cops.

They’d have cleaned up the mess for me. Given that didn’t happen speaks volumes on how much of a piece of shit he was.

Not that I needed convincing. Sola recounting her child marriage was enough for me.

Who the fuck marries a kid anyhow? Disgusting.

“Don’t think you could’ve given us a heads-up?” Dark complains like a little bitch.

“Why? It doesn’t change shit, does it? I still needed this guy brought here.”

“Fair enough.” The Sacred Sinner nods. “Do you want us to stick around?”

“If either of you wanna strike the match and watch this bitch go up in flames, then yeah. If not, you’re free to leave.”

The older, salt-and-pepper-haired biker clasps Dark on the shoulder. “You go. I’ll stay. I ain’t got nothin’ better to do anyhow.”

They exchange a few words that I tune out before Dark says his goodbyes, mounts his Harley, and rides off into the night. The other guy offers me his hand to shake, which I accept. “Wolf.”

“Coffin.” Releasing his grip, I thumb to my dark-haired, much-more-attractive-than-me brother. “Rot… and our prez, Necro’s, in the truck with our old lady.”

Wolf whistles. “Nice. Well, I’m here for whatever ya need.”

Nodding, I gesture for him to show me this fuckwad. We follow Wolf inside, and just as Dark said, he’s tied to a chair in the middle of the living room, naked, with his fat, hairy belly covering his privates. His tits are just about as big as Sola’s.

Christ, he’s a fat fucker.

Not that there’s anything wrong with bein’ big.

But this is… revolting .

Plus, he’s a goddamn pedophile.

Skinny, fat, don’t matter. Sick is fuckin’ sick, and this man…