Page 20 of Shadow

This time the light is calling my name, and I don’t want to ignore it. I’ve tried. Lord knows I’ve tried. Teagan doesn’t deserve to be in this lifestyle. She didn’t deserve to be given as collateral, and she didn’t deserve to be shot at, she didn’t deserve to lose her job, she didn’t deserve any of the shit she’s been put through in the past few days.

But I’m a selfish bastard and none of that matters. Even though it crosses my mind, it doesn’t matter. I’ll ask for forgiveness… not permission.

I grab Teagan by the back of her neck and pull her flush against my body. Her nipples are poking through the tiny ass top she has on, and I want to suck them and soak the fabric with my mouth.

But she’s not ready for all of that, at least in front of all these people.

“How do you want me to repay you?” Teagan’s breathy question draws my attention to her pouty lips that are painted red.

“Oh, I think you know–” I let the statement hang as I trace her lips with the tip of my finger.

The naughty vixen licks the tip of my finger with a mischievous glint in her brown eyes. I know we’re on the same page when she bites her bottom lip.

“I thought you said you didn’t want my money,” Teagan smirks.

“I want your pussy, doll. I want you to rub it all over my face when you sit on your throne. Then, I want you to shower me with your juices until I drown. Then I want you to resurrect me by sitting on my dick.”

“Fuck, that’s hot!” I hear Carla say, and I realize we have somewhat of an audience.

But I don’t have any fucks to give. What I’m doing is tame compared to what goes on around here. Me and Teagan have been dancing around each other since we met.

“You staking your claim, brother, cause Tiny Dancer is hot as fuck!” Zee hollers out, and loud laughter ensues.

“Nobody in this motherfucker worry aboutTiny Dancer.Ya’ll feel me…” It was a rhetorical question that these assholes know the answer already. Other than a few chuckles, everybody resumes their partying.

“Let’s go,” I say, looking into Teagan’s beautiful face.

“But, I promised Carla I would help.” Teagan doesn’t take her eyes off my lips, and her breathing is ragged like she just ran a marathon.

“Larissa!” I holler over the loud music. “Come help, Carla!”

“Sure thing, Shadow!” The sweet butt almost breaks her neck to get behind the bar to help.

“No more stalling, doll.” I tug Teagan behind me before she has a chance to change her mind.

We get to my designated room in the clubhouse, and I make sure the door is locked when I close it behind us. I don’t want any interruptions when I’m balls deep.

“I would’ve never guessed you would want a woman like me.” Teagan looks me in the eyes as she says the crazy shit.

I have to give it to her, she doesn’t cower away from me or act timid when she speaks to me. I respect that because I have grown men who are afraid to look me in my eyes.

“The better question is, who wouldn’t want you?” I shake my head because Everett did a number on this beauty that he so obviously didn’t deserve. “Do you have panties on under that little ass skirt?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Ummm.”

“You don’t do you… umm umm umm. I can see you’re not wearing a bra through that thin ass top.” I circle Teagan as she stands wide-eyed in the middle of my room.

I run my finger over her shoulder and across her back then I stop behind her. I grind my hard dick against her ass, and Teagan shivers. I lean down, move her hair out of the way, and run my tongue down the back of her neck.

I wrap my arms around her from behind and tweak her nipples as she rolls her ass on my hard dick. Teagan moans when I tighten my grip on her hard little bud.

“You like it rough, doll? I never would’ve guessed a prim little thing like you would like kinky shit,” I whisper in her ear as I continue to play her body like an instrument.

Her moans of desire are the music that fills the room, and I can’t get enough of the sweet, sweet melody.

I hike the itty-bitty skirt up, and when the air kisses her bare lips, Teagan hisses. I slip my finger over her shaved mound down to the prize between her toned brown thighs. I slide my finger back and forth, gathering her juices with each pass.

“Your slit is weeping for me, doll.”