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grunt as he slammed the bathroom door shut.
Now, I wanted to pop a squat on that fucking leather cut that I just cleaned.
I closed my bedroom door, leaning against it. I tossed my bag on the ground and quickly got changed into a pair of black boy shorts and a burned out Condemned Angels MC tank top. I climbed into bed, frustrated as fuck. Why was I letting him get the best of me? Why did I give two flying fucks about him, especially after he blew me off and has been a huge dick to me since then? If I could only let my deep rooted feelings for him go. Stupid me. God, this must be how Roxy felt with Chase. I tried to clear my mind of Jeremy as I fell asleep.
“Nic?” Roxy’s panicked voice ran through the house. I felt sick, disoriented. I wanted to open my mouth to answer her, but nothing came out.
I heard loud footsteps pounding up the stairs. My body lay heavy on the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
“Nicole!” Roxy yelled down the hall, she must be in my room. The room where I found out my father had killed my mother; he found out that she had been having an affair with the President of a different MC, and that I wasn’t his daughter. He wasn’t my father. After he strangled my mother to death, and made her “disappear” before I got home, he shot himself, in front of me, after his confession.
“Jeremy, the bathroom door is locked.” The door handle jiggled.
“Move!” The door kicked in, and Roxy’s screams and cries filled the bathroom.
Jeremy rushed over to me, checking my pulse.
“Stay with me Nicole.” His voice rang in my head. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, darkness.
He had grabbed the bottle out of my hand, OxyContin. Twenty pills now were on their way to my stomach, hopefully to end my misery and pain. Jeremy performed mouth to mouth on me while Roxy dialed 9-1-1. I’m alive, because Jeremy brought me back.
Nicole
Waking up, I had the worst cottonmouth. Fucking Derrick- I should kick his ass for giving me that shit. I have been clean for years, why I decided to take that was beyond me. Blinking my eyes, I heard a thumping. What the hell? I stilled in bed, trying to make out the sound. Thump, “Oh God, Yes!” Thump, “Right there, Jeremy!”, thump, thump, thump! Oh mother of God. I threw my head back, bunching my pillow up and over my ears. Just when I thought it was over, I released the tension in my muscles, then I heard it… a series of smacks. I wouldn’t have pegged Jeremy for a spanker. A tingling sensation ran through my limbs and straight to my abdomen just thinking about it. This freaking vagina has a mind of its own!
An image of me bent over on Jeremy’s bed while he was handing out lashes with his large calloused hand, making my ass go pink sent a zing straight to my clit. Goddamn it! As much as I hated to admit it, hearing Jeremy’s grunts and groans was turning me on. Shaking the image from my mind, I closed my eyelids. Canceling the noise out of that cunt face, I slipped my hand down the front of my body. Sliding my fingers over my skin, I separated and stretched my legs out. Giving myself enough room to work with. Before I could even give a second thought to it, I licked my lips and went to work.
I felt my dampness on my fingertips, running my middle finger down the center of my wet pussy. Sliding between my folds, I fingered myself, and then spread my wetness onto my clit. I went to work on my aching nub. The louder Jeremy got, the faster I massaged my clit. Clitoral orgasms- my favorite! With my opposite hand pressed down on my abdomen, I pressed my heels deep into the bed, flexing my toes.
Just as I heard Jeremy’s grunts, my orgasm came over me. My body convulsed around my own hand, my knees clenching together as I rode it out. I didn’t realize the moans that escaped my own mouth. I slapped my hand over my mouth, praying to the Gods I wasn’t heard.
After my muscles relaxed, I let out a satisfied breath, and scurried out of my bed.
Now, I wanted to pop a squat on that fucking leather cut that I just cleaned.
I closed my bedroom door, leaning against it. I tossed my bag on the ground and quickly got changed into a pair of black boy shorts and a burned out Condemned Angels MC tank top. I climbed into bed, frustrated as fuck. Why was I letting him get the best of me? Why did I give two flying fucks about him, especially after he blew me off and has been a huge dick to me since then? If I could only let my deep rooted feelings for him go. Stupid me. God, this must be how Roxy felt with Chase. I tried to clear my mind of Jeremy as I fell asleep.
“Nic?” Roxy’s panicked voice ran through the house. I felt sick, disoriented. I wanted to open my mouth to answer her, but nothing came out.
I heard loud footsteps pounding up the stairs. My body lay heavy on the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
“Nicole!” Roxy yelled down the hall, she must be in my room. The room where I found out my father had killed my mother; he found out that she had been having an affair with the President of a different MC, and that I wasn’t his daughter. He wasn’t my father. After he strangled my mother to death, and made her “disappear” before I got home, he shot himself, in front of me, after his confession.
“Jeremy, the bathroom door is locked.” The door handle jiggled.
“Move!” The door kicked in, and Roxy’s screams and cries filled the bathroom.
Jeremy rushed over to me, checking my pulse.
“Stay with me Nicole.” His voice rang in my head. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, darkness.
He had grabbed the bottle out of my hand, OxyContin. Twenty pills now were on their way to my stomach, hopefully to end my misery and pain. Jeremy performed mouth to mouth on me while Roxy dialed 9-1-1. I’m alive, because Jeremy brought me back.
Nicole
Waking up, I had the worst cottonmouth. Fucking Derrick- I should kick his ass for giving me that shit. I have been clean for years, why I decided to take that was beyond me. Blinking my eyes, I heard a thumping. What the hell? I stilled in bed, trying to make out the sound. Thump, “Oh God, Yes!” Thump, “Right there, Jeremy!”, thump, thump, thump! Oh mother of God. I threw my head back, bunching my pillow up and over my ears. Just when I thought it was over, I released the tension in my muscles, then I heard it… a series of smacks. I wouldn’t have pegged Jeremy for a spanker. A tingling sensation ran through my limbs and straight to my abdomen just thinking about it. This freaking vagina has a mind of its own!
An image of me bent over on Jeremy’s bed while he was handing out lashes with his large calloused hand, making my ass go pink sent a zing straight to my clit. Goddamn it! As much as I hated to admit it, hearing Jeremy’s grunts and groans was turning me on. Shaking the image from my mind, I closed my eyelids. Canceling the noise out of that cunt face, I slipped my hand down the front of my body. Sliding my fingers over my skin, I separated and stretched my legs out. Giving myself enough room to work with. Before I could even give a second thought to it, I licked my lips and went to work.
I felt my dampness on my fingertips, running my middle finger down the center of my wet pussy. Sliding between my folds, I fingered myself, and then spread my wetness onto my clit. I went to work on my aching nub. The louder Jeremy got, the faster I massaged my clit. Clitoral orgasms- my favorite! With my opposite hand pressed down on my abdomen, I pressed my heels deep into the bed, flexing my toes.
Just as I heard Jeremy’s grunts, my orgasm came over me. My body convulsed around my own hand, my knees clenching together as I rode it out. I didn’t realize the moans that escaped my own mouth. I slapped my hand over my mouth, praying to the Gods I wasn’t heard.
After my muscles relaxed, I let out a satisfied breath, and scurried out of my bed.
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