Butch (21 page)

“I’ve got the down payment on this place, and I’ve
already booked an appointment with the bank. You’ve got nothing to worry about.
 
Everything should go through within a
matter of weeks. Your name will be above the door, and you can make your own
hours and choose your customers.”

Her hand went to her hip. “I’m not refusing The
Skulls. They spend a lot of money here, Butch.”

He shrugged. “If we can expand you’ll get the
customers elsewhere. Come on, let’s get you home.” Butch took over, leading her
out of the florist shop, closing it up and climbing on the back of his bike.
She put the helmet on but refused to hold onto his waist. “Hold on, Cheryl.”

“I’m not going to turn them away. I don’t care what
you think. They spend good money, and you’d be crazy to cut them out of your
life. They’re your family, Butch.”

“We’ll talk about this when we’re home.” When he got
her home, he was getting her naked. His dick was aching for some relief. In the
weeks to come he had a wedding to plan, and a ring to purchase so every fucker
knew who she belonged to.

You’re still running away from The Skulls. They’re your family.

The reasons for leaving The Skulls were falling away,
little by little. He wanted to go back to them, but then he couldn’t help but
feel it was a weak decision. Turning on the ignition, he pulled away from the
curb and took off toward her home. She headed inside the house as he put the
bike away. When he entered he closed the door and followed the sound of her
moving around.

She was filling up the kettle with water. He waited
until she put it down before wrapping his arms around her waist. Pressing his
face against her neck, he groaned at the smell of her. She always smelled
amazing to him.

Cupping her tits, he rubbed his cock against her ass.
“I need you, Cheryl.”

****

Refusing Butch was out of the question. Whenever he
touched her, Cheryl just couldn’t say no. His touch sent her pulse aflame with
need. She no longer wanted to talk about The Skulls or him returning to his
crew. After he bailed them out, he’d been moody at being shut out. She knew he
wasn’t used to being cut off from the family. The Skulls were his family.

The problem she faced was trying to show him that he
could have the best of both worlds. She didn’t care about his association with
the club. Living in Fort Wills, she’d seen the good and bad that the club did.
More often than not, The Skulls took care of them. She didn’t have anything bad
to say about them.

His hands cupped her tits, and she was lost.

He’s going to marry you.

She didn’t know what to think of his sudden proposal
and the purchase of the florist shop. What did he hope to achieve? They were
staying in Fort Wills. Butch wasn’t going to get her to leave no matter what he
thought.

“Fuck, I need you.”

He reached out going to the button of his jeans.

“Butch,” she said, moaning.

“I know, baby.”

The button slid open, and she wiggled her hips for him
to push the jeans down her thighs. There was no time to make him wait. Butch
took over. He turned her to face him, picking her up easily to place her on the
dinner table.

She chuckled as with one quick movement he tore them
from her body.

“Baby, we’re going to need to buy you some new
underwear, thongs or something to reveal your pussy more.” He took hold of her
cotton underwear, destroying the fabric in his haste to get rid of it.

“You’re going too fast,” she said, chuckling.

“No, I’m not. I need this, baby. Come on, show me you
want me.” He ran his hands up the outside of her thighs, curving inside to open
them wide.

Cheryl removed her shirt, hearing him moan as she
fingered the bra covering her breasts from his view.

“Fuck, you really are beautiful, honey. I can’t wait
to be inside you.”

He ran a finger through the lips of her sex. Crying
out, she arched up.

“Not yet, Cheryl.
I want you to see what I’m doing to you. Watch me touch you.”

Butch was fully dressed. She opened her eyes and
fingered her clit.

Glancing down, she saw him teasing through her curls.
His thumb pressed to her nub then stroked from side to side. The pleasure
whooshed through her entire body.

“Keep your eyes on what I’m doing to you, Cheryl.
Don’t look away. I’ve got you all afternoon, and I intend to have you screaming
my name.”

“Please, Butch.”

“I got the lube the other day. Remember, we talked
about me fucking that ass.”

She tensed. He’d talked about fucking her ass, and
he’d been teasing her with his fingers. Cheryl didn’t think he’d been serious.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll take care of
everything, and you’ll only experience the amazing pleasure that can be had,”
he said.

She shook her head.
No, how could having anal sex be pleasurable?

“Trust me. You’re going to be begging me to fuck your
ass.” He leaned down, flicking her nipple with his tongue.

“I doubt it.”

“You doubt me.”

The sound of the chair scraping forced her to open her
eyes. She’d closed them when he touched her clit.

Butch took a seat in front of her. He placed his hands
at her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to look at your sweet pussy. You look good
enough to eat.”

She covered her face as the heat started to build
inside her.
“Butch?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Going to her elbows, she saw him watching her pussy.
He opened the lips of her sex, and his eyes seemed focused on what he saw.
“You’re so fucking tight.” One finger slid inside her pussy.

Collapsing to the table, she rested her hand over her
eyes. Two fingers slid inside her core. He spread his fingers open, stretching
her.

“I’m going to lick you now.”

His tongue stroked over her clit, then down to slide
his fingers inside her pussy. Butch removed his fingers then slid down to caress
across her ass. He placed his other hand over her pussy, touching her wet heat.

“Don’t tense up. I’m going to show you how good it can
be between us.”

“Butch, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Trust me, baby. You’re going to love what I do to
you.”

She wanted to argue but kept her mouth shut. Butch
knew what he was doing. Thinking about the other women he’d been with annoyed
her. Pushing the thoughts aside, she focused on his touch. His tongue took over
the pleasure, swirling around her clit then going down to her core.

The fingers against her ass, stroked over the puckered
hole of her anus. Licking her lips, she blew out a breath knowing she wasn’t
going to last long. The pleasure was a dual sensation. She never expected any
sensation to come from him touching her ass. He circled the bud, sliding over
it before pressing against the muscles.

Butch didn’t force his fingers inside or make her take
him. It was a caress with slight pressure. The whole experience was strange to
her.

“You’re so fucking ripe and juicy. I want you to come
all over my fingers and inside my mouth before I fuck you.”

She whimpered. Her pussy felt empty even with him
using his fingers. Cheryl wanted to feel him inside her, sliding through the
muscles. His cock was large, and he filled her so completely.

For three years she hadn’t cared about sex or being
with a man. Butch had changed all that. She couldn’t imagine living without
him.

You’re going to marry him.

The thought alone cheered her.

“Come all over my fingers, Cheryl. Give me what I
want.”

He attacked her clit, licking, sucking and biting her.
The sudden attack on her clit had Cheryl splintering apart within seconds. She
cried out, screaming her pleasure for him to hear.

“That’s it, baby, spill
your
cum all over my fingers.”

The orgasm took her completely by surprise. Holding
onto the edge of the table, she collapsed as he continued to torture her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”

Butch stood, scraping the chair back away from her.
She watched him getting into his jeans. He handed her the foil packet
containing the condom.

Tearing into it, she handed him the latex back. He
rolled the condom over his cock, growling. “I can’t wait until I feel you
without a rubber between us.”

“You want that?”

“Yeah, I want it. I want to know how tight and wet you
can get as you explode over my dick.”

It had taken her time to get used to his rough
language. Now, she wouldn’t have him any other way.

“I don’t mind protecting you, but you’re going to have
to be prepared for me to take you without.”

“
Are you wanting
children?”
she asked.

“Yes. You’re going to have to realize, baby, that I
want everything with you.”

He slammed his lips down on hers as he rubbed the tip
of his cock through her slit. She gasped at the pleasure rushing through her.
Every bump against her clit sent the arousal crashing through her.

“Butch, please,
fuck
me.” She
couldn’t handle any more of his teasing. Cheryl needed him inside her.

He gripped his cock, thrusting the tip inside her.
Butch stretched her with the width of him. She held onto his arms, arching up
to his touch.

The table wasn’t the most comfortable of places to
fuck, but right at that moment, she didn’t care. She needed him more than she
needed her next breath.

“You’re so fucking responsive. Your cunt is gripping
me tight, baby.”

“Yes, please, Butch, please.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you, and I’m going to
fuck you, so fucking
good
.”

His hands returned to her hips, and he thrust inside
her going to the hilt inside her. The depth was on the verge of pain he was so deep.
Crying out, she reached down to stroke her clit.

“That’s it, touch yourself. Show me you want me to
fuck you.”

Butch plunged in and out of her, over and over again.
He didn’t let up fucking her. Holding onto him was all she could do as he drove
them to the edge of bliss.

“It’s not going to last, baby. You feel so fucking
good wrapped around my dick.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

He didn’t disappoint her. His grip bruised her hips as
he pounded away inside her. There was no end in sight as he took her to the
edge of bliss. Together they fell over that edge, crashing into bliss.

“I’m coming.” He grunted the words as he tensed.

Cheryl could hardly hear him. She was already crashing
through her own orgasm. What did he do to make it so amazing? Butch was making
her addicted to sex. He was making her addicted to him.

Chapter Twelve

Time was fast running out before she had to collect
her son, and Butch was determined to make use of their alone time. Her pussy
was heaven. He watched her put a chicken casserole in the oven while she was
naked. Closing the curtains, Butch didn’t like the thought of another man
seeing her naked. She was all
his,
and he hated to
share. There was a time when he shared all of the women with his brothers.
Cheryl was not the kind of woman he wanted others knowing the sweetness of.

“You can do the dishes when Matthew gets back.” He
picked her up in his arms.

“Butch, let me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“No, I’m not. I like having you in my
arms,
and you better get used to being there.” He kissed her
lips to shut her up. She glared at him, folding her arms. “You’re adorable,
baby.”

“When you end up in hospital you’re going to have to
tell them you pulled something by carrying an elephant.”

He kicked open the bedroom door then dropped her onto
the bed. “Hey,” she said, screaming.

Landing two hard smacks on her ass, he held her in
place admiring the red prints of his hands. “That’s for saying nasty shit about
your weight. There’s nothing wrong with you.” He ran his fingers over the
marks, loving what he’d done.

Sliding a finger inside her pussy, he felt the
evidence of how much she liked the spank.

“I can’t believe you hit me.”

“I didn’t hit you, Cheryl. Talk shit about yourself
and I’m going to spank your ass. I’m giving you plenty of warning, so you
better not do it again.”

She cursed him again. Landing another slap to her ass,
he heard her yelp. Chuckling, he bent in front of her and licked her pussy from
behind. He was close to her ass, but he was going to claim that as well today.