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old lady.”
I wait until the prospect sits my drink in front of me before replying. “No, man. I won’t be fuckin’ around on her, but you gotta cut me some slack. I’m following the rules, not touching her until she turns eighteen. That makes for some awful lonely nights.”
“Her birthday’s coming up. Until then, you got a hand. Learn how to use the motherfucker.”
I want to tell him to stay out of my fuckin’ business, and to kiss my ass, but I don’t. Instead, I just nod and toss back my shot. “I understand that we don’t fuck around with kids, but Daisy’s gonna be eighteen in less than a month. Why the fuck does it matter if I claim her now?”
Holt lifts his empty beer, motioning for the prospect to bring him another. “Lula got pregnant with Daisy when she was only fifteen. Maker was just seventeen at the time, not even a member yet. His dad was one of the originals, a good friend of mine and Wayne’s.”
Shit! I knew that Lula was young, but not that damn young.
“We decided the only thing we could do was to have them get married; big fuckin’ mistake,” he says before taking another beer from the prospect. “It’s been hell for both of them since they said I do. Maker was in love with someone else and never let Lula forget it. Lula blamed Daisy for being born and thought it was her fault that she was stuck with a man who didn’t want her.”
Hell is putting it lightly. I have never seen two people despise each other so much. “Why don’t they just get divorced?”
“Lula’s a fuckin’ bitch. Do you really think that she would give Maker freedom?”
I shake my head. “Not if she thought that’s what he wanted.”
“Damn right, she wouldn’t.” He takes another drink, and then turns to look me in the eyes. “After she came up pregnant, we made the rule of no underage girls. I agree with you that a month doesn’t make a difference, but if you give a shit about my girl, you’ll wait that month.”
Fuck! Doesn’t he realize how long a damn month is? I haven’t been this long without pussy since I got out of prison. By the time I get inside her, I’m gonna be ready to explode. Realizing that thinking about Daisy is just making my dick harder, I turn toward the prospect. “Another beer, and keep the shots coming.”
After a few more drinks, I drunkenly stumble to my room. As I walk down the hallway, I see Leah standing near the door to my room. The bitch is ready; her shirt is pulled down to show off her tits, and her skirts pulled up just far enough so that I can see her bald pussy. Fuck! I need to take a cold shower before I do something I’m going to regret.
Walking past her, I head straight into my room, slamming the door behind me. Pulling off my clothes, I walk to the bathroom and step into the cold shower. Holt’s words run through my mind, and seeing the wisdom in his advice, I reach down and grab my cock. I haven’t used my hand since prison, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Fuck, it’s like I’m a horny teenager all over again.
Slowly, I stroke myself while I picture Daisy in my head. She’s so fuckin’ innocent. I doubt she’s ever seen a cock, much less touched one. I can’t wait to show her, to teach her, how to please me. I know it’s selfish, since I’ve had my share of pussy, but I love knowing my cock will be the first she ever feels between her legs. If I get my way, it will be the only one. Just the thought of being inside her has me moving my hand faster, harder.
Stoke after stroke, images of Daisy flash through my mind. The first one of her on her back, taking everything I got. The next, her riding me like there’s no tomorrow with my hands cupping her beautiful tits, and ending with her on her knees, my cock buried in her throat while I fuck her sweet mouth. My fist tightens around my dick as I pump myself to completion. I throw my head back and shout,
I wait until the prospect sits my drink in front of me before replying. “No, man. I won’t be fuckin’ around on her, but you gotta cut me some slack. I’m following the rules, not touching her until she turns eighteen. That makes for some awful lonely nights.”
“Her birthday’s coming up. Until then, you got a hand. Learn how to use the motherfucker.”
I want to tell him to stay out of my fuckin’ business, and to kiss my ass, but I don’t. Instead, I just nod and toss back my shot. “I understand that we don’t fuck around with kids, but Daisy’s gonna be eighteen in less than a month. Why the fuck does it matter if I claim her now?”
Holt lifts his empty beer, motioning for the prospect to bring him another. “Lula got pregnant with Daisy when she was only fifteen. Maker was just seventeen at the time, not even a member yet. His dad was one of the originals, a good friend of mine and Wayne’s.”
Shit! I knew that Lula was young, but not that damn young.
“We decided the only thing we could do was to have them get married; big fuckin’ mistake,” he says before taking another beer from the prospect. “It’s been hell for both of them since they said I do. Maker was in love with someone else and never let Lula forget it. Lula blamed Daisy for being born and thought it was her fault that she was stuck with a man who didn’t want her.”
Hell is putting it lightly. I have never seen two people despise each other so much. “Why don’t they just get divorced?”
“Lula’s a fuckin’ bitch. Do you really think that she would give Maker freedom?”
I shake my head. “Not if she thought that’s what he wanted.”
“Damn right, she wouldn’t.” He takes another drink, and then turns to look me in the eyes. “After she came up pregnant, we made the rule of no underage girls. I agree with you that a month doesn’t make a difference, but if you give a shit about my girl, you’ll wait that month.”
Fuck! Doesn’t he realize how long a damn month is? I haven’t been this long without pussy since I got out of prison. By the time I get inside her, I’m gonna be ready to explode. Realizing that thinking about Daisy is just making my dick harder, I turn toward the prospect. “Another beer, and keep the shots coming.”
After a few more drinks, I drunkenly stumble to my room. As I walk down the hallway, I see Leah standing near the door to my room. The bitch is ready; her shirt is pulled down to show off her tits, and her skirts pulled up just far enough so that I can see her bald pussy. Fuck! I need to take a cold shower before I do something I’m going to regret.
Walking past her, I head straight into my room, slamming the door behind me. Pulling off my clothes, I walk to the bathroom and step into the cold shower. Holt’s words run through my mind, and seeing the wisdom in his advice, I reach down and grab my cock. I haven’t used my hand since prison, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Fuck, it’s like I’m a horny teenager all over again.
Slowly, I stroke myself while I picture Daisy in my head. She’s so fuckin’ innocent. I doubt she’s ever seen a cock, much less touched one. I can’t wait to show her, to teach her, how to please me. I know it’s selfish, since I’ve had my share of pussy, but I love knowing my cock will be the first she ever feels between her legs. If I get my way, it will be the only one. Just the thought of being inside her has me moving my hand faster, harder.
Stoke after stroke, images of Daisy flash through my mind. The first one of her on her back, taking everything I got. The next, her riding me like there’s no tomorrow with my hands cupping her beautiful tits, and ending with her on her knees, my cock buried in her throat while I fuck her sweet mouth. My fist tightens around my dick as I pump myself to completion. I throw my head back and shout,
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