Page 2 of Monster
Beautiful and with a pussy that gripped my cock tight. And, she hadn’t wasted any time talking utter shit at me like most girls. It occurred to me that Angela might just be the perfect woman for me.
If, of course, she hadn’t just been a job and if I had actually been looking for a woman. Which I wasn't.
Sure, I’d had moments when I thought it might be a good idea. More recently than I ever had before thanks to my friends all settling down. But they were fleeting. I liked my freedom, and there were just too many snatches in the world to limit myself to just one.
Women also made you weak, they made you vulnerable, and if I was honest with myself, I could never picture myself loving anyone enough to stop playing the field. Not even when the sex was great. And with Angela it was great.
She was a kinky bitch, had no qualms in showing off her tight little body and didn’t need useless conversation.
It was official. This was the best job I’d ever been sent on. Normally, when the Savage Sons needed me for something, violence and death followed quickly after. It made a nice change to actually enjoy my work for once.
I knew that they all thought I was a psycho, that I enjoyed hurting people, and in a way I did. But it got old real quick. Same as fucking the same woman over and over again would get old. One night of passion, of more orgasms than they could ever hope for, and I moved on. I left them with a smile on their face and enough memories to get them through a relationship with whatever boring shit head they got involved with next.
Did I spoil them for the men that came after? I sure as hell hoped so.
“I’m going to...”
Her screech took me by surprise. My face screwed up with the volume of it and then settled down into a grin. She was a screamer, which was a surprise. Not that I minded. If she needed to scream then I was all for it. Hell, I would happily give her something to scream about. So far I had been holding back, going easy on her.
The way she was slamming back at me told me without words that she didn’t want that any longer. And by God I was fine with that.
Reaching around her body, I brushed my thumb against her clit. She jerked under my touch, her body spasming and rocking backwards against me.
“Cum.”
She wailed.
Turning my head to the side, I flashed a grin at the camera I knew was hidden behind the blinds. A cocky self-obsessed bastard: that was me. But no one could say I wasn't good at giving the ladies what they wanted.
* * *
“That was…”Angela’s breasts heaved as she fell face first onto the bed. Her arms and legs stretched out and sweat coated her slim back. Lazily, I slid my finger down her spine, making her shiver.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, sweetheart.” Playfully, I slapped at the round ass under my hand. “I’m going to grab a shower and then I have to hit the road.”
Her head snapped around. The mascara that had coated her eyes was smudged; her lips looked bruised. She had the look of a woman who had been totally and utterly fucked. My pride liked it when they looked like that, but I didn't like what was about to come next. She would inevitably start whining soon, begging to see me again. For me to take her number.
The usual boring stuff.
One night only was the rule and I wasn't about to break it for Angela Monroe.
The words didn’t come though, instead, she rolled onto her back, baring herself to me and I took her in before I could help myself. When we got back to my room, it had been dark, and anyway, there had been no time to take in her nakedness. Now in the cold light of day, I was impressed to see she was more gorgeous than she had looked at the club.
“That’s a shame, I wasn’t quite done with you yet…” she paused, her forehead crinkled as she frowned, “...shit.” She giggled, her eyes shining. “I can’t remember your name.”
Bending over the bed, I pressed my lips to hers before I could stop myself. “That’s because I didn’t give it, sweetheart. Up and dressed. I have a flight to catch.”
2
MONSTER
“Is it done?”
As usual, Fang didn’t mess around with polite greetings. Usually, I was all for his bluntness but there was something about the way he asked that grated on my nerves. What did he think I was? A total amateur? Of course, it was done.
“Yeah, it’s done.” I flopped down on the chair opposite him, his giant clutter-filled desk between us, and ignored his raised eyebrow. “What did you think I was doing, partying on club dime and not doing my fucking job?” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them.
Chatting shit to Fang was always a dangerous move. And usually, I showed him the respect he deserved as my club president, but sometimes I slipped up.
