Inferno & The Good Girl:  (Brothers of Devils Comfort MC) (5 page)

All
I can do is nod my head, never removing my eyes from his cock.

“
Say
It.”

“
Yes
I want your cock.”

“
You
need my cock, say it.”

“
I
need your cock,” I say, looking him in the eye, never raising
my voice above a whisper.

“
Oh
fuck baby I need this, I’m clean, what about you?”

Confused,
I frown, not sure what he is trying to say.

“
I
want to a ride you bareback baby, flesh against flesh.”

“
Oh,
yeah, I’m on birth control, its ok”

“
You
ready for my cock, my good girl,” he asks into my ear. His
tongue flicking against the contour of the outer edging. As he leans
his body over mine; removing his fingers from my pussy, thrusting his
cock into me in a sure movement, before I could answer.

I
tense and clasp my body in shock, holding his cock tight. The feel of
his cock stretching me; is causing me discomfort, the burning pain at
the touch of his flesh against my inner muscles. As I adapt to having
him inside me, it is bringing tears to my eyes.

At
my movement; Inferno becomes motionless, looking at me, with his
hands on my hips, holding me steady.

“
Easy
baby” he whispers, and after what seems like an eternity, he
starts to move in me. Slowly, pulling out, and then pushing back in,
soon the tempo is building back up. Even though I am still slightly
uncomfortable with the size of his cock pushing against my inner
muscles, my body starts to relax. Accepting more of him. With his
hands still on my hips, I am unable to move my lower body; Feeling my
wetness gathering as my clit pulses, wanting more.

“
Rub
your clit baby.”

“
Rub
it hard” Inferno instructs me

Arching
my neck as the pressure builds in me. I do as I am told, with my
fingers rubbing the hard bud and Inferno’s cock pushing in me
harder and deeper. I scream, unable to take anymore. I have just had
my second orgasm, and my body has gone all lethargic. All thanks to
the man, who is on top of me.

As
I lay spent, Inferno is still thrusting in me hard and deep, and then
with a final thrust, he climaxes inside me, his release mixing with
my juices. As Inferno rests his body over mine; breathing deeply as
he suckles on my neck, his arms comforting me, holding our bodies
close.

Chapter
4

Coming
awake, I find Inferno spread over me again me; my legs spread wide
open for him, as he fucks me. This time there has been no foreplay,
nor was it a slow loving, but deep penetrating thrusts of pure fuck.
I am lying on my back, with my legs bent, as I
take more of Inferno’s cock inside me. As I lie
in his
bed, trying to focus, which is difficult, when you have a male body
weighing at about 170lbs bringing you pleasure. He is biting me the
on my neck, and I know once he has finished, there will be a mark for
everyone to see. Marked and sore is how I will be starting the day,
which I do not mind. With one final thrust, Inferno finds his
release and rolls away from me.

“
Hey,
what about me?” I ask, punching him slightly on the arm.

If
I am honest with myself, I do not think I could take anymore. After
the episode on the couch, we had retired to his room and Inferno had
fucked and loved me twice more during the night. I am exhausted and
aching in places I did not know existed, plus I had to go to work.

Lying
next to me and stroking my arm, Inferno asks.

“
You
ever date while at college?”

Stiffening
slightly, I glance over at him and see that he is looking at me,
watching carefully for my answer.

“
Twenty
four is pretty old to be a virgin still.”

Aiming
for indifference, “While working my way through college and
studying, I didn’t have much time to date much. As I got older
I was embarrassed about still being a virgin.” I tell him in a
cold voice, hoping this would close the issue.

Kissing
me “I’m glad you waited for me,” he whispers.

Throwing
him a dirty look from below my half closed eyes. “Conceited
bastard aren’t you.”

“
You
bet baby, your mine and no fucker is allowed near or in your pussy.”

As
I hurl one of the pillow at him, Inferno picks me up and carries me
into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower as he switches the water
on.

“
Your
turn now babe.”

I
sink against him, on legs that are unstable, from all the loving that
my body has received.

“
Think
I’m going to have to take a rain check. There’s no way I
can take you again.”

Smiling
as he reaches for the shower gel and sponge. He begins to wash my
super sensitive body. With his head bent, Inferno begins his task in
earnest and all I can do is look at him. For the umpteenth time I
wonder how we got here and how I had got so lucky. My body is humming
with satisfaction and I am wearing an asinine grin, watching Inferno,
leisurely stroking his arms as he washes me.

As
he starts with my neck, he begins to massage the sponge over my
sensitive skin causing the nerves to tingle. Moving down to my
breasts, taking an inordinate long time to wash them. Between the
friction of the sponge and the feel of his kisses, soon my flesh is
covered in goose bumps. Soon I become breathless and wet with a
different kind of fluid. Holding on to his shoulders for balance,
before I fall to the floor in a crumble mess.

Lost
to the sensation of pure pleasure, he is giving me, it took a moment
for it to register that Inferno had gone still, and was stepping back
from me. Not comprehending what the problem could be, I look to him
with a puzzled frown. Worried that I must have done something wrong
without realizing it. Its then that I notice the concern look on his
face. As his hands skim over my body, they come to rest on the
puckered round scars that mar my flesh. I feel myself starting to
panic, dreading what Inferno is about to ask.

“
What
the fuck happened to you?” he questions, with what sounds like
a frightened voice.

Unable
to meet his eyes, although I have nothing to be ashamed of. I know
he
is
referring to the three bullet scars,
two on my lower stomach, the other near my shoulder.

“
I
was shot.
”

With
his fingers, gliding over the scars “I can fucking see that!
What I want to know is how you fucking got shot, and when you fucking
got shot!
”

Stepping
out of the shower, all of my passion has evaporated in to the steam
filled room. I snatch the towel off the rack and wrap it round my
body, covering two of the scars. Wanting to escape, but unable to.

“
Oh
no you don
’
t babe. We
’
re
going to discuss this now
”

Spinning
back to him, I take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.

“
It
was a college shooting ok,
”
I inform
him, wanting to get away, not wanting to talk about it. For me it
had been a difficult period in my life.

“
Tell
me the fuck about it.
”

Glossing
over the facts
“
There is not must to
tell. It was just one of those typical college shooting. Towards
the end my first year, one of my fellow student’s was having
problems. He had a break down, came into class one day and fired a
gun, killing some people. I was just in the way, it wasn’t
anything personal, before he shot himself.
”

What
I didn
’
t mention was that I knew the
guy, and that my best friend had died in my arms. The shooting had
led to a dark time in my life. A period which I had managed to crawl
out of, and now I am making a new life for myself.

Smiling
“its not the first time you’ve seen a bullet scar, is
it?” I tease, wanting to move away from the subject.

As
he wraps me in his arms, brushing my back with his fingers,
he
gives me a tight squeeze. For the first time, since the shooting, I
feel safe and secure.

“
We
need to talk about your issues, honey; you need to talk to me, so I
know what to do. Skimming over facts is not the way babe
”
Kissing me on my forehead he reaches for the towel and dries me off,
the sexual heat drying, along with my skin. Sorrow settles around my
heart, have I lost Dante “Inferno” Page I ask myself.

“
There’s
not much you can do Inferno, it happened a long time ago and the
shooter is dead.”

“
Yeah,”
he mutters, leaving the bathroom.

DCMC

Fuck,
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

I
just cannot get my head round the fact, that I had nearly lost Baby
Blu. That she had being shot and may have died. If she had died,
would they have told me or would I have found out reading about it.
I am having trouble processing this information. My body is coiled
tight and I just want to strike out at someone. That someone namely
been Baby Blu
’
s father, Ted Jenson
for keeping me in the fucking dark. He must have been aware that my
family cared for Baby Blu. What the fuck, she had looked after Trax
for four years before going away to collage.

Moreover,
on top of all that, she
had
been a fucking
virgin. Until last night, she had been carrying the V-card. That
thought gave me a bit of a strut. I had known six years ago. when I
had planned to take her to bed that weekend. That she was a virgin, I
just had not been expecting it last night. Nope, thought that boat
had sailed.

Being
the only one to possess that body, gave me more purpose. That the
only cock ever to be inside her, was going to be mine.

The
clubhouse is busy and soon I will be re-introducing Baby Blu to
everyone. Looking over at Trax, I was not sure how he was going to
take the news. What the hell, he is a big boy and he will have to
get over himself.

“
Trax,
find Linc and the others. we need a quick sit down.
”

Soon
the meeting room has filled with the brothers. As they settle
themselves round the table. I looking over them, like lord and
master. Now, there is a thought that would get me an ass kicking, if
they ever thought I was lording it over them. No, every member of
the club has a major role to play in the function of ensuring
everything runs smoothly.

Linc
runs and manages the Tattoo Studio. He is a great Artist and the
studio brings in a nice healthy profit to the club. With new clients
coming from all over the state. Trax, who is not attending the
meeting due to his prospect status, is doing an apprenticeship with
him. According to Linc; he shows immense talent and great potential.
As President of the MC and his dad, I am proud of my son.

“
Any
problems at ‘Link the Ink’ this week
”

“
Nah,
busy week, more clients from out of state have made appointments.
All thanks due to that magazine article, so it looks that we will
properly be busy for the next month or so.
”

The
garage is ticking over nicely according to Fudge; however, he was
looking for a receptionist to cover the desk, due to the high volume
of new work coming our way.

Since
taking over as President of Devils Comfort two years ago, we have
been divesting our talents, growing our profits on both sides of the
law.

With
a smirk Dec piped up, “I might have someone, Ivy’s
looking for a new job.”

All
those at the table groaned. For the last six months he has been
chasing this piece of skirt, who had no interest in him.

The
club according to Tabby has been busy. There has been a few problems
with a couple of dancers. One of whom quit, going back home. A couple
of punters had gotten out of hand, but that too has being rectified.
However, regardless of the problems we still made money and no
damaged to the property had occurred. Which made us all happy.

Next
up is Dec, the SAA of the club, Sergeant at Arms. He is responsible
for keeping in touch with the main players, in the drug and gun
running side of our business. The intermediary, whose job it is, to
keep everyone sweet.