Page 12 of Skully’s Property (Savage Knights MC: NW Chapter #2)

Skully

I wait for the knock. Every day it’s like clockwork.

Sometime between five and five fifteen she shows up at my door with another package.

I wonder if she even questions the fact that I receive so many boxes.

I could’ve ordered all the materials I needed for my tattooing setup at once, but apparently, I like to inflict myself with pain.

My dick throbs like it’s being constricted by a blood pressure cuff, tightening and tightening as my pulse races. Waiting for the knock to come.

She always finds some reason to linger in my room.

Sometimes talking about the club and asking me about certain terms regarding the auto shop so she can make heads and tales of things on the invoices.

She could ask Ripper or any of the others, but she doesn’t.

And honestly, I’m not sure I want her to.

When the tension becomes a noose around my nerves and I’ve had all that I can take, I snap at her to leave.

Then I fuck my fist so hard I nearly rub myself raw.

Today, she’s running late, and my balls are already aching. I know I have another package coming. I checked the delivery status and it’s here. So, where the fuck is she?

The soft knock on the door has me clenching my fists. My tension starting to squeeze my nerves, and when I call out, it’s tight in my voice.

“What the hell do you want?”

The knob turns and the door opens slowly.

She comes walking in, and my cock constricts further as my blood pressure spikes.

I’ve never seen her looking so fucking sexy.

Her shirt barely goes below her tits and that skirt she’s wearing barely covers her ass.

It looks like she borrowed her outfit from one of the sweetbutts because my sweet Madison always dressed prim and proper.

She’s even gone to the trouble of doing her makeup, painting her lips cherry red just like a pin-up model, and she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. Fuck me, she’s too pretty.

I bet all my brothers want a taste of her. That’s probably why she’s dressed like this. To get their attention. It’s Friday night, which means everyone’s here. Everyone’s drinking and wanting to fuck, and she’s looking like a ripe strawberry up for the taking.

“Another package arrived.” Her soft voice coats me like a warm blanket, radiating heat throughout my frigid veins. She brings the box over and places it on my table, somehow managing to knock my pens over in the process. “Oops. I’m so sorry, Skully. I can be such a klutz sometimes.”

She immediately drops to the ground, crawling on her hands and knees to clean them up.

The sight of her on all fours draws the cum right to the end of my dick.

It reminds me of the first time she and I had a squabble.

Her stubborn little hide was mad because I wouldn’t let her come to a club party one night.

The place was going to be filled with brothers from the Northeast chapter and without my cut on her back, I didn’t trust the situation.

Not that I would let her out of my sight, but I wasn’t in the mood for men ogling what was mine.

But the girl showed up anyway. Defying my order.

Making my dick so hard I could cut steel.

She marched right in, looking like a foxy little biker chick and told me Shayna invited her.

Then she tried to ignore my ass, which was like foreplay to my cock.

When I couldn’t take the pain of my need anymore, I marched right over and hauled her ass back here to my room, and then I spanked her naughty behind before I plowed my dick into her soaked cunt and drilled it into her that she was never to defy me or ignore me again.

But the ornery girl enjoyed her punishment too much and from that moment on she was determined to find ways to push my buttons. And man did I love her for it.

A pen goes rolling under the bed, pulling my focus back down to her ripe body.

She leans forward, reaching under to get it, and as her chest dips, I get a straight view between her legs.

Her pussy is completely bare under her skirt.

She parts her legs further, that short skirt doing nothing to hide her slick folds, and the anger slams in hard.

At some point, she may have bent over today and one of my brothers could’ve had a look at her bare pink pussy.

I roll my chair forward, trapping her between me and the bed.

“Got it.” She sits up, startling by my proximity. “I…um…Skully…”

I reach out, gripping around the base of her neck and the words get trapped behind her nerves.

The tension is strangling me, and my grip tightens.

Any of my brothers could’ve seen her pussy.

Any of them could’ve seen her perfect folds and that perfect ass.

But that was probably her intent. Why else would the girl strut around a motorcycle club looking like sex and not wearing any underwear.

“Why the fuck are you walking around with no panties on? You trying to show off your cunt to my brothers? Get one of them to fuck you?”

She blinks wide and shakes her head slowly against my hold. I can feel her nerves rolling thickly down her throat as she swallows. The fear is back in her eyes. Burning dark like the deep depths of the ocean.

“I took them off right before I came in here. The only one I wanted to look was you.”

My grip tightens, my control slipping as her confession resonates.

This little display was intended to taunt me.

Intended to torture my cock. She came in here and knocked my pens down so she could show me her little pussy.

So she could make me lose control. Well, she finally has succeeded because I can’t stop it.

I tug her forward, so close I can see every tiny freckle on her face. My words seethe through gritted teeth. “You wanted to show it to me, then fucking show it to me.” I urge her up by my hold, forcing her to sit on the bed. “Now, pull your skirt up.”

My grip around her neck unlocks and I sit back, waiting.

Anger and lust thundering in, pounding in my ears, heaving in my chest. She refuses to listen.

I told her to go. I told her I never wanted to see her again.

But she’s here. Working in my club. Coming into my room day in and day out, reminding me of how fucking good it was.

And now, she’s trying to torture my cock with my need for her.

Crawling around on the ground, trying to show me her bare cunt until I succumb to the urges.

She shouldn’t want me. I’m no fucking good for her.

But she’s still here, and for once, she’s doing as she’s told.

She shifts back on the bed, her hands reaching for the bottom of her skirt.

She’s breathing fast and her body is practically shaking, but there isn’t fear in her eyes.

There should be. She should be afraid of me because I’m a madman now.

She shifts her skirt all the way up, but I don’t have a good view with her thighs closed. “Thought you wanted to show it to me. Spread your fucking legs.”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip and her cheeks blush so hot it’s as if she just got burned by the sun.

She wanted to taunt me, to tempt me, but she had no idea she was tempting the devil.

Her legs slowly part, and my cock lurches in my pants.

That ache growing heavier. Her pussy is slick with her cum, and she’s swollen.

It still is the prettiest I’ve ever seen.

Silky and smooth. Her folds thick, especially when she’s horny.

I used to long for her to show up in leggings because she’d get one serious camel toe when her body ran hot, and it was so fucking sexy to see the outline of her pussy lips.

The little nub poking out up top. Just like it is right now.

“Your little cunt is a fucking cocktease. You come in here all wet and swollen, begging for my attention. Well, you fucking have it. Is this what you wanted?”

I swear I see her pussy quiver before me. Her juices leaking out onto my sheets. She’s so fucking horny, she can’t even contain herself. I’m barely holding myself to this chair. My fists squeezing the life out of the armrests.

“I wanted you to touch me.” Her breathless whisper twitches my nerves.

My cock is aching. When her hand starts to slide between her legs, I finally snap.

The last shred of my restraint is gone. I push forward and shove her hand away, shoving my hand between her legs instead.

I grip her cunt with my full palm, biting back my groan as her cum slickens my skin.

She’s warm and wet, and plumper than usual.

“This what you wanted? You wanted me touch you?” I press my palm down over her clit and watch as her eyes flutter under the pressure.

She’s so hungry for it. So sensitive. I pump my palm against her, and she lets out a whimper.

Her head falling back on her shoulders as her shirt rides up and reveals the curve of her tits.

No fucking bra either. Fuck that’s hot. And so fucking maddening.

“You just don’t know what’s good for you, do you?

” I want to rip her shirt off so bad and nibble on that plump flesh.

Lick around the base of each curve. Draw her nipples tight between my lips as she writhes on my hand.

“You should stay the fuck away from me. Yet…” I shift my hand, sliding my two thick fingers down her folds, right through her slick seam, teasing my way to her entrance.

“You keep showing up in my room, begging for my attention.”

Her hips buck against me as I press my fingers into her core, sinking in nice and slow. Her wet heat is so snug and tight, reminding me of how tight she was wrapped around my dick. It always felt like I was fucking a virgin with her. Her walls gripping onto me, pulsing as she’d near her climax.

“Is this what you wanted all along? For my dirty fingers to fuck you?” I pump into her, my movement getting rougher as my need grows unbearable. My cock is about to tear through the cotton of my pants. “Walking in here, trying to show me this cunt. Squirting all over my sheets.”

Her juices run down my wrist and I pump harder. She’s close. So fucking close. I press down on her clit, knowing it will strike the match, and it does. It sets her off. Her entire body is rocked by the force of the tightness taking hold.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan as my dick watches with envy.

“Make a fucking mess of me.” I pump harder, rubbing her nub at the same time, and she cries out my name.

Her back arches off the bed, her entire body wracked by the waves.

The sight of her is so fucking hot. Cum keeps slipping out with each one of her little whimpers.

I’m desperate to feel her juices on my shaft as I fist my cock with the hand I just got her off with.

I want to smear her scent all over me. Fuck.

She flops down once the final wave recedes. Her lungs breathing in heavy and fast as she tries to catch her breath. When her eyes finally flutter open, she looks straight at me. Her lips turning up into the prettiest smile.

“I’ve been waiting so long for that. You told me you’d be back in a few hours, and we’d finish what we started. You’re a little late, mister.”

She’s trying to tease me, but my mind gets flooded with the images.

Lifeless eyes. A gun held to Razor’s head, the sound of the trigger locking in place.

A shot goes off as Rubble pulls his weapon and shoots the man dead before he can hurt our brother.

And then…the bangs start exploding. Rubble’s body like a firing target taking hit after hit.

I drew my gun to take out the shooters but found myself going down.

The next thing I knew, my body was exploding in pain.

Excruciating pain. And then…I woke up in the hospital to sad, broken eyes.

Eyes so terrified, so worried, and I couldn’t fucking take it.

“Skully?”

Her voice pulls me back from the dark end of my madness. My focus clears, staring at her eyes. They’re now full of hope. But what is she hoping for? That I’ll make her mine again? What can I possibly give her? I have nothin’ to offer anymore.

“You should get out to that party.”

“Oh, um…okay. I…um…”

I push my chair back and turn, heading into my bathroom, hoping she takes the hint and leaves me be.

When I hear my door close, I breathe out a heavy sigh.

I’m such a fucking mess. That girl was smiling so pretty, and I fucking wiped it off her face, filling her eyes with rejection.

But I can’t give her what she wants. She deserves so much more than the shell of a man I’ve become.