My brown hair was damp with sweat. The pulse in my neck was throbbing so fast I thought it might burst. Hell, at least if I left this world it would be with a bang. Literally. I glanced at the sexy motherfucker in the seat next to me. We were in the parking lot of the car parts store owned by Harley. Good guy. He supplied our club, the Underground MC, and the Amazon’s with weapons. The guy next to me was Edmond, a friend of the club. A well-endowed friend. I adjusted my hips and winced. Damn, my ass was going to be sore tomorrow. “You weren’t kidding when you said you liked it rough,” he mumbled. His long black hair was tied behind his head. He was nice looking, not gorgeous, but still good enough for someone who wasn’t picky. That was me. Mr. Flirt, Fuck, and Feel Good. “I was in the mood to take it hard.” Deep down, I was a submissive at heart. I loved the feel of a thick cock in my ass and being helpless as it penetrates. I shuddered and rubbed at my flaccid dick. He was down for at least an hour.
